Stud for Hire by
Sabrina York
Just south of Fort Worth, Texas, you’ll find a little ranch
where the hot, toned cowboys are ready and eager to take it all off and make
your naughtiest fantasies come true...
When her sister plans a wild bachelorette weekend at the Double S Ranch, Hanna
Stevens is pretty sure she’ll just grin and bear it while the other women get
their fill of hot cowboy strippers. After all, Hanna has never met a man who
made her really want.
Zack, Hanna’s future husband, offered to marry her and save her family’s ranch
from financial ruin, and while she accepted, it was never what you’d call a
passionate affair. But when she locks eyes with Logan, Hanna is suddenly
overwhelmed by the feeling she’s always craved and never experienced: Pure.
Animal. Desire...
The first in a new series of Stripped Down Cowboys from New
York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Sabrina York
"Sabrina York can write a sexy cowboy like no other!" Susan
Stoker, New York Times bestselling author
Read an Excerpt
“Hi.”
Logan’s heart stilled and then shot into a rapid tattoo. He
dropped the heavy bale on the ground. It landed with a dull thud and a plume of
dust. Slowly, he turned, trying to ignore the shivers running over his skin at
that low, sultry voice.
And yeah. There she was, backlit by the sun in the yawning
barn door, a tantalizing silhouette.
“Ma’am.”
He tipped back his hat so he could see her better. Wiped the
sweat from his brow. Damn, she was beautiful. Her red hair was down, flowing
over her shoulders like a rippling stream, teased by the breeze. The buttons of
her plaid shirt strained against the curves of her breasts. He loved the way
her skinny jeans clung to her legs, disappearing in a pair of well-worn boots.
She wasn’t supposed to be here. The women were supposed to
be settling in, dressing for the evening’s festivities. A Hunky Hoedown. Logan
was supposed to be preparing for that too—but he’d decided to work off his
simmering energy here, in the barn.
He hadn’t really expected her to take him up on his offer
and find him here. Never dared hope.
But…here she was.
His knees went a little weak. He tightened his muscles and
forced himself to remain where he was, watching her every move. Every breath.
Though he suspected why she’d come, he wasn’t sure. It would
be wise to let her make the first move.
God help him.
Because he wanted to pounce.
“So…” She wandered deeper into the barn, pretending to study
the tools hanging on the wall. Her fingers drifted over a harness; the sight
made a shudder walk through him. When
Gotham poked out a head and sprayed her with a welcoming snort, she patted his
snout, but not like a city girl. Not with a tentative pat as though she were
afraid he’d bite.
Logan swallowed the pool of drool in his mouth. He’d like to
take a bite. Of that.
“So…” she repeated. “Is this a working ranch, or only a
weekend bordello?”
Logan stiffened. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was a
flirtatious tone. She flicked a look at him, from beneath amber lashes and his
gut clenched. Shit. It was.
His heart lurched. His cock swelled. Sudden sweat beaded his
brow.
This was Hanna. His Hanna—well, the Hanna of his dreams. The
woman he’d wanted forever, the woman who’d never seen him.
And she was flirting. With him.
Inexorably drawn to her, he stepped closer. “Oh. It’s a
working ranch.” A low rumble, infused with meaning. Yeah. He’d like to work
her. Work her over.
“I see.” She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms.
It took every ounce of concentration in him to keep his gaze on her face. Oh,
it was a fascinating face, but the cleavage her action created was even more
mesmerizing.
His brain fizzled and popped at that hint of a shadow. He
said the only thing that came to mind—the only thing fit to say, at least. “Cody
has over two hundred head.”
“I see. Do you…” Her attention trickled over his bare chest.
He was covered in sweat and bits of hay. She didn’t seem to mind. Her lips
pursed. Then she licked them. “Do you work here?”
He snorted. “No.” His days working as a cowpoke for Cody
were long gone…unless he lost a bet.
“Ah.” Her gaze flicked up to his. The muscle in her cheek
tightened. “I didn’t think so.”
The words skimmed over him in a hot rush, her tone, low and
woven with implication. His breath hitched at the look in her beautiful eyes.
And then it plunged to his toes.
Because he could tell, from every line of her face, from the
way she held her body, from the way she looked at him. She didn’t recognize
him.
She had no idea who he was. No idea they’d gone to high
school together. No memory of what he’d done, how he’d risked everything for
her. And nearly lost.
Nope. She thought he was just a random stripper. Manflesh
brought in for the sole purpose of providing pleasure to the lady guests.
On the one hand, that pissed him off.
But on the other hand…hell, she thought he was a
stripper. Probably one willing to make
himself available to Cody’s guests should the right offer arise.
A mix of annoyance, need and lust warred within him.
Lust won.
Hanna Stevens, the prim and proper princess of Snake Gully,
thought he was a stud for hire. And she wanted him.
This could be fun.
He stepped closer to her, adopting a gait, an attitude he
assumed a man of lesser morals might employ. “I’m just here for the weekend,
ma’am. Just here to make sure you ladies have a…good time.”
“I-I see.”
“My name is Logan.”
“Hanna.”
Yeah. He knew. He knew her name.
She tipped up her head as he neared. Her eyes went wide.
Pupils dilated. Lips parted. Damn, she was a tiny thing. Heat gathered low in
his belly. He fought back the urge to yank her into his arms and kiss the shit
out of her. “I…ah…and…” She glanced away and then slowly forced her gaze back.
“And what would that good time entail…exactly?”
Everything in him stilled.
First, because hell, was she propositioning him?
And second because, hell! She was propositioning him.
“That’s…negotiable.” He hated that his voice cracked on the
words. But he really couldn’t help it. It was all he could do to keep control
of his raging emotions. Okay. His raging lust. His cock was hard. Tight in his
jeans. Thudding with every beat of his heart. And his pulse thrummed like an
out of control jackhammer. “W-what do you like?”
He was pretty sure gentlemen of the evening didn’t stutter,
but he couldn’t help himself. He held his breath, waiting for her answer. God,
he wanted to know. He’d always wanted to know. Ached to know.
She drew her finger along the leather harness dangling from
the wall and his cock jerked in sympathetic reaction. “I don’t know. Something…improper.”
The look she flicked at him set his soul on fire. A dark wind screamed through
him like a violent summer storm on the range.
“I can do improper.” Could he.
She stepped closer. Her scent engulfed him, clouded his
brain. Something feminine and light, like powder. She tipped her chin and met
his gaze as she set her palm flat on his chest. He nearly winced at the touch.
Their first real touch. His muscles bunched at the effort to hold back that
involuntary reaction. Her hand was tiny. She was tiny. He wanted to scoop her
up, find a nice soft pile of hay and roll her in it. Hard.
Her lashes flickered. “Something…very improper.”
He swallowed. “I can do very improper.”
“Something naughty.” A whisper. As though some deep part of
her was not allowed to hear.
“I can do naughty,” he whispered back. “I’m very good at
naughty.”
A sizzling energy passed between them. She licked her lips
again and this time he saw it for what it was. An invitation.
To take.
What he wanted.
What he’d wanted for years.
Forever.
And he did.
He kissed her.
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