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took satisfaction in knowing he was the one that would have the great

pleasure of easing them off of those satiny thighs later on.



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Ash glared silently at Boone for a few seconds until he noticed

Grace and Juliana were watching him.

He finally chuckled and held out his hand in greeting. He

supposed he couldn’t fault the guy. Juliana was irresistible tonight.

“Good to see you, Boone. How’re things going at the old home

place?”

Boone seemed to relax a bit. Probably relieved Ash wasn’t going

to punch his face in.

“Good. We’re all still working out at the Rockin’ C Ranch for

now. We’re working on the old ranch house, making it livable. Still

saving money for breeding stock.”

“Well, keep at it. That’s a beautiful spread out there. Now, if

you’ll excuse me, I’m going to dance with this pretty lady if she’ll

trust her dainty toes to me,” Ash said as he offered his hand to Juliana

but directed a long gaze at Boone. “Smoke Rings in the Dark” by

Gary Allan began to play as he led her to the dance floor.

Boone grinned toothily at Ash and nodded. Ash’s look said “back

off,” and Boone’s smile and shrug clearly communicated that Ash

couldn’t blame a guy for trying.

He helped Juliana from her chair and led her onto the dance floor.

She was an excellent partner, fitting her body to his, taking her cues

from him and allowing him to lead her. Their bodies fit together well.

For a woman, she was above average in height, and he appreciated

not having to bend himself into a pretzel to kiss her or whisper in her

ear.

Neither was she too Amazonian for his tastes. She was strong and

solid with lovely, long, smooth muscles like a woman should have but

also possessed luscious curves and hollows that made his mouth water

just thinking about sliding his lips over them.

The song ended and another began at a slower tempo. He pressed

her a little closer, loving the way her body conformed to his, his thigh

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dance floor to Blake Shelton’s “Who Are You When I’m Not

Looking.”

He nodded at a few friends as they took several turns around the

floor. He groaned quietly when she curled to him, slid her hands into

his back pockets and laid her cheek on his shoulder, content to let him

guide her blindly.

His hand slid down her lower back, coming to rest at the upper

swell of her ass, when he caught several men at a table gazing openly

at her long legs.

Mine.

Joaquin nodded to Ash as he and Teresa passed them on the dance

floor. He’d come to respect all the men of the Divine Creek Ranch as

employers but also as friends. He had not known Joaquin as long but

could tell he was cut from the same cloth as his brother, Angel,

despite his long-ranging reputation as a playboy among the rodeo

circuit buckle bunnies.

He appreciated their friendship and trust as he took over duties as

ranch foreman so Angel could focus on the equine breeding program

at the Divine Creek Ranch.

What he knew of Grace and Teresa made him respect them just as

much. It had to be difficult to balance such unusual relationships. He

sensed that if they were asked, Grace and Teresa would both insist

that they were spoiled beyond belief, and their men made it easy to

achieve that balance.

Ash knew he could never exist happily in a sharing relationship

like they all did. He was too possessive. Coming into The Pony

tonight with Juliana radiant at his side had reinforced that in his mind.

He felt an adrenaline surge every time he caught a man staring at

Juliana and had the almost undeniable urge to put them all in their

places, hard. To let them all know she was his and he damn sure did

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It made him feel good that Juliana ignored all the admiring gazes,

looking up at him with those hypnotic, sky-blue eyes of hers every so

often.

His near constant, semierect state soon turned into a full-blown

hard-on when he felt her hips flex against him.

When the song ended, she looked up, her eyes a little dazed and

sultry looking. “One more?”

“Of course, darlin’.” Ash tried to tame his insistent erection with

baseball and football stats, but he was only partially successful. His

dick wouldn’t be satisfied until it was balls deep inside her hot, slick

pussy.

“Darlin’, you’re a good dance partner.”

“Thank you. I had an excellent teacher.”

Ash was big enough to admit to a flare of jealousy at the thought

of someone else holding her like this. He asked as neutrally as he was

able, “Who taught you how to dance so well?”