Cash (Lucky River Ranch #1) Read Online Jessica Peterson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Lucky River Ranch Series by Jessica Peterson
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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He was silent for a full minute before asking, “Who is this, and what have you done with my brother?”

I’d laughed and hung up on him.

Shit must’ve gone sideways at some point. Always does on the ranch. But whatever went down, our crew apparently was able to handle it without me.

Feels…nice. And weird.

And really fucking nice. Despite my lack of sleep, the mental weight of carrying the world on my shoulders is gone. I feel like I can think clearly—breathe deeply—for the first time in fucking forever.

The one thing that rings clear as a bell? I want this girl to stay. I want more lazy evenings like this. I want to do what I want to do. Not what I should do.

Not what everybody else needs me to do.

This time is my own. Feels like I’m finally taking it back. Taking what should’ve been mine all along.

Mollie dabs bubbles onto my mustache. She pulls back to examine her work. My heart turns upside down when she smiles, the kind that touches her brown eyes. “You make a cute Santa Claus.”

“Santa Claus?” Laughing, I run my hands up her sides, my thumbs finding her nipples. “I was hoping it was more of a handsome Dos Equis guy look.”

She wags her eyebrows. “Say it. Ho, ho, ho.”

We’re both laughing now. The silliness of this moment, the lightness of it, is completely foreign to me.

It’s fucking lovely.

I swipe the bubbles off my face and smear them across hers. She tries to dodge my hand, but I grab her, tickling her side while I scoop more bubbles onto her face. She silently heaves with laughter, and the fact that I can make someone this happy—laugh this hard—has a steady kind of certainty taking root in my gut.

I need to lighten the fuck up.

Nothing bad has happened while I’ve been away from the cowboys. And nothing bad is happening now that I’m letting myself have a little fun.

I don’t feel dread right now or guilt. I feel…fine.

So much fucking better than fine.

Mollie is attempting to shove bubbles up my nose. When I try to duck, she pushes my head underneath the water. Coming up for air, I’m the one laughing too hard to make a sound.

“On Dasher,” Mollie gasps. “On Dancer and Vixen. Say it!”

Can I say I’m in love with you instead?

The words materialize inside my head, fully formed. The desire to say them aloud is urgent. This is too much to feel alone.

I am too happy not to tell my favorite person about it.

But I can’t, and that kills me.

Hooking an arm around her waist, I yank her roughly against me and kiss her. It’s way too soon to say shit like that. And I don’t want to ruin the lightness of the moment. Definitely don’t want to scare her off.

She tastes like my toothpaste and smells like my soap, and our laughter morphs into hungry gasps as our bodies melt together underneath the water.

I’m screwed. But I couldn’t stop kissing this girl if you paid me.

Her hands find my hair, and she smooths it back from my face. Her fingertips trail ribbons of sensation across my scalp. She kisses me deeply, fiercely, our lips finding an easy rhythm like we’ve been at this for months, years.

We make out until I’m fully hard again. She sighs when I slip inside her. Holds on to the edges of the tub as she rides my dick, water sloshing onto the floor when she comes with a happy yell.

What a mess.

What a beautiful fucking mess we’re making.

Later, I watch Mollie work in bed. She’s using a graphic design program on her laptop to test new colors on the Nana boot—a shorter style with a pointed toe and metallic details along the heel and shaft.

I absently trail my fingers along her bare thigh underneath the covers. “I like that. The yellow.”

“Really? I think I like the red.”

I chuckle. “Red it is, then. I like how opinionated you are. Y’all are gonna crush this launch.”

“The more you say that”—she smiles, then leans down to kiss me—“the more likely it is that it’ll happen. At least that’s what the internet tells me about manifesting shit.”

I kiss her back, warmth settling inside my skin. “Honey, you work harder than anyone I know. Of course you’re gonna manifest that shit.”

She looks at me then. “Thank you for saying that. I do work hard. Probably a little too hard.”

“Join the club.”

Mollie offers me a fist bump.

I give her one, then twine our fingers. “I’m trying to learn how to work less. Ain’t easy.”

“I know what you mean. I’ve always been a hard worker. As I get older, though, I’ve realized that, yeah, my drive can be a good thing. But it also might come from a fucked-up place. Like it comes from a wound or something.”


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