“He wants assist, Piers. And we will’t give him that form of care.”

“What do you suppose—” He broke off as Sylvee walked again into the barn.

His coronary heart flexed on the sight of her glad face. Along with her lengthy hair draped over one shoulder, and her cheeks pinkened by the cool air and her pleasure at being with animals she liked a lot once more, she was wonderful.

He threw Ash a glance that promised they’d proceed the dialogue about their good friend at one other time. For now, he had a giant downside of his personal.

He was in love with Sylvee, and if she was carrying his or Ash’s baby, he would make the laborious determination to depart the ranch.

* * * * *

Rain pattered pleasantly on the roof of the lodge. The noise and the nice and cozy fireplace within the fire close by lent a comfy really feel to the area that went towards the cutthroat sport of poker going down at their desk.

Sylvee sat in Ash’s lap, legs draped over his thigh and one arm looped round his shoulders. Subsequent to him, Piers was guarding his playing cards like a momma grizzly protected her cubs.

Throughout from them, a Boot Knocker recognized for his dominant streak and his profitable poker arms, had a blonde in his lap. Solely she was straddling him, kissing his neck and his naked chest.

“Your play, Carrick,” Piers drawled out.

He did one thing together with his hand below the desk and out of sight that made the blonde giggle and arch her again. Carrick planted his lips on her throat and sucked.

Piers shook his head at their antics. “Carrick, why don’t you simply fold so you may take off all of your garments and name it a win along with your girl?”

“Good concept, Piers. I’m out.” He tossed down his playing cards, and in a single fast transfer, stood with the lady in his arms. Her thighs have been nonetheless wrapped round his waist as he carried her off to the closest mattress or wall he may discover.

Sylvee laughed. “Do all the women right here flip into nymphomaniacs by the top of their keep?”

Ash caressed the curve of her backside. Leaning shut, he whispered in her ear. “What do you concentrate on taking up Carrick’s hand?”

Her eyes sparkled. “What are the stakes?”

“You lose extra garments than me, I take your ass whereas Piers fucks you.”

She shivered in his arms. “And if I win?”

He eyed her, lids hooded. “Title your wager.”

She darted a glance to Piers. He was watching. Listening.

“I get to observe you fuck one another.”

He and Piers shared a gradual smile.

“You bought it, Peachy.” Ash tipped her off his lap onto her ft. When she sashayed across the desk, her hips moved in a way that was so much looser, with extra sway than normal.

She plopped into the vacant seat and picked up Carrick’s deserted playing cards.

Ash studied her expression. “She by no means did have a very good poker face.”

“Nope.” Piers grinned.

Conserving her eyes glued to the fanned playing cards, she breezed out, “I don’t know what you’re speaking about.”

“It’s your transfer, Peachy. Present us what you bought.”

She cocked a forehead and scanned the playing cards turned up on the desk. No matter occurred, all of them gained. The playing cards didn’t matter one bit.

“Nicely, Peachy? What’s your transfer?”

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