Rough Read online Renee Rose (Wolf Ranch #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Ranch Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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Abe cleared his throat, making Audrey look his way. “You’re all set,” she told him. “Don’t break anything else out there. I have no idea how you guys do it.”

He hopped down off the table, picked up his hat and settled it on his head. He didn’t make a move to leave. Hell no. He was trying to make a move.

The asshole had the nerve to grin, then slap my back with his good hand, much harder than necessary. “Well, we’d better get into the chutes. Almost time for the bull rides. You gonna watch me, Doc?”

I gave him a look that screamed fuck off, she’s mine. I might’ve even growled a little, too.

We had a short stare down, and he finally relented. He sighed, flicked the rim of his hat. “Ma’am.”

I knew Abe was a smart guy because he finally left, and I was alone with the hottest female in all of Montana.

“About that tour,” I said, taking a step closer and giving her my easygoing smile. I tucked my thumbs into my front pockets.

I wasn’t the kinda guy who believed in signs or gave much credence to fate, but after my wolf’s reaction to her presence, to discover such a gorgeous creature was living in my hometown felt significant. After all the wandering the fucking country riding angry bulls, and she’d been right fucking here. It was fate the rodeo was in my hometown, and she was working it.

“Oh, no,” she dismissed me immediately, turning away to clean up from tending to Abe. “I’ll watch the bull riding and see you and Abe ride but have to go right back to work when I go home. Thanks, though.”

Shot down. It was just a tour. Sure, it meant I wanted to show her around… my dick, but I’d show her a few sights first. Maybe she needed to see me in action. First on the back of a bull, then maybe in bed. Who didn’t want to fuck the champion? It wasn’t like I had anything to worry about. No human could out-ride me. Especially not when I wanted to win.

I definitely wanted to win now. I stuffed my hat back on my head.

Doctor Audrey wanted to see some riding? I would show her exactly how it was done.

2

AUDREY

The testosterone in the arena was overwhelming.

Unfortunately, my undersexed body was standing up and taking notice. I would swear my ovaries dropped two eggs when Boyd entered the med room. All cowboy swagger and charm. He’d stepped so close I’d been able to smell his aftershave and soap, and it did something crazy to my head. I mean, my body. Everywhere. I got all hot and tingly, and my brain lost power for the moment.

I already had a thing for cowboys. The hats, the loose hipped gait, rugged exteriors and the air of… maleness. It was definitely a perk of moving to Montana. Boyd was about as gorgeous as God made them with that chiseled jaw and lazy smile. Sandy colored hair that was a few weeks past a haircut. Pale eyes that had roved over me as if I were a tasty treat he wanted to devour. A crooked nose that proved while he might be quick with the smile, he was probably quick with the fists, too. It was the whole package—all six feet plus of pure muscle and virile man that made my nipples harden and my panties get damp.

My body had reacted to his presence like I’d been seeping in pheromones that crazily enough made me feel like I was in heat, and he was some kind of stallion ready to mount. I might not have been with a man in a while… close to a few days short of forever, but I knew the signs. He’d wanted me as another notch on his bedpost.

My mind was a total slut—wanting to be tied to that notched bedpost—which it had no business being. The animals might be branded, but each one of those Grade-A cowboys should have a mark that guaranteed them players. They were all quick-grinning males who could make a woman wet with just a wink and have her drop her panties with the crook of a finger.

These rodeo champs apparently thought they were God’s gift to women, although why Boyd and Abe—Abe might have been subtle about his intentions, but he’d flirted nonetheless— bothered making a play for me when there were a dozen or more scantily dressed cowgirls out there for the taking was beyond me. They probably dished it out to every female they met. Cowboy code or something. My panties were ruined after being in the same room as Boyd for even a few short minutes, but I fortunately still had them on. Or, unfortunately, because I had no doubt the guy knew his way around a woman’s body, and there’d been a perfectly sturdy exam table for me to be bent over and fucked.



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