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  “I don’t know how comfortable I’ll be,” he grumbled. The table had a place for his head to rest that wouldn’t smush his face. But what about his swelling cock? Once this woman got her hands on him, it would be like lying on a rolling pin.

  “You’ll be fine. I do this all the time. I know what I’m doing, promise.” She cleared her throat, placing the items she needed within easy reach. Once she did, there was nothing to do but begin. Wow. He was really, really big. “You just relax and let me make you feel good.” She heard a funny noise coming from his lips. “Did you say something?”

  “No.” Tennessee mumbled, holding his breath as he waited… “Ah.” He let out a long breath at the first touch of her hands.

  “I’ll start with your feet. You don’t realize how much better you’ll feel when your feet are thoroughly relaxed.” Besides, this was the safest place she could see to touch. The rest of him looked to be dangerous terrain. Cupping the top of his big strong foot, she began to massage the arch, his groan a testament to her skill. She let her thumbs rub the sole, flexing the ankle. Another groan made her smile. “Feel good?”

  “God, yes.”

  She worked a bit longer on the arch before moving to the other foot. “What size shoe do you wear?”

  “Twelve,” he grunted.

  “I knew they had to be big.” Molly couldn’t help but wonder if he was this generous all over. After giving this foot the requisite amount of attention, she moved up his sturdy, well-shaped leg. The calf muscle seemed tight, so she gave it a good going over, caressing the substantial muscle with long strokes, working her fingers deep into the flesh. There was just enough hair on his skin to make him look virile and Molly found her body beginning to react to his in ways she could never remember doing before. Giving his left leg the same treatment as the right, she lost herself in the pleasure of touching him.

  Tennessee was convinced he would break a piece off the table. He was gripping it with every bit of strength he had. The farther up she went on his leg, the larger his cock grew. Now, those soft little fingers of hers was massaging his thigh and if she went any higher on his leg, she would be in for a big surprise.

  Molly bit the inside of her cheek, trying to give herself something to focus on other than the sexy man she was caressing. His thick muscular thighs were as big around as her waist. Never had she been so turned on during a massage. If she weren’t careful to keep herself under control, she’d find herself on the table humping his leg. The very thought made her want to giggle. God, she was losing it.

  A break. She needed a break. Pulling back, she grabbed a bottle of massage oil and filled her palms, rubbing them together to warm the slick liquid.

  “Hey, why’d you stop?” Tennessee’s voice was thick and husky. What she was doing was a wonderful form of torture, but he definitely wanted more.

  “Just getting the oil warm.” Molly eyed the intriguing curve and swell of his ass. “Do you want me to massage your glutes?”

  “Glutes?” He sounded confused.

  Molly smiled. This was ridiculous. She was a professional. As sexy as he was, she wasn’t about to do anything she could get fired for. “Your rear end,” she whispered.

  Ten almost choked. “If it comes with the package, I want whatever I’m supposed to get.”

  Package? Had he seriously said that? “Yes, I’d say it comes with the…package.”

  When she began to tug on the towel, he looked over his shoulder.

  “What?” she asked, resisting the urge to comb her fingers through his hair. Lord, the man had a long sexy mane.

  “If you’re going to rub my ass, I want to see.” He gave her a wicked grin.

  “Lie back down.” She popped him on the butt. This was fun. “Let me do my job.”

  Ten did as she bid, but the idea that she performed this same service for other men bothered him. “I guess you stay pretty busy. The Hunt Hotel is a nice, classy place.”

  “Uh, yea, I do. It is.” Her conversational skills were being seriously hampered by the sight and feel of the finest male ass she’d ever had the privilege to ogle. Tight. Hot. Not flat, but well-muscled. Molly leaned down, so tempted to bite him she groaned at the effort to resist. Huffing out a breath of frustration, she began to knead the intriguing territory. Clearing her throat, she tried to more fully address his comment. “The Hunt Hotel is one of the nicest places to stay or eat in West Texas. Mr. Hunt has invested a lot into the area. He’s even built a beautiful park across the street, not to mention the spa.” As her fingers glided up his back, Molly spoke the truth. “I’m lucky to have this job.”

  Ten was feeling pretty lucky himself. He’d never had a massage before, not even at the hands of any of the women he’d been with. This was one of those experiences he wouldn’t forget. Just like he wouldn’t forget this woman. He was more turned on than he could remember being and if he had to turn over, she was going to know it as well as he did. “This feels so good,” he muttered, he legs stiffening, his toes curling.

  “You’ve got some knots in your muscle.” She increased the pressure and Tennessee groaned.

  “Yea, I can feel one big knot.” He expected her to whack him, but apparently she didn’t get his reference to the big muscle growing between his legs. “You’re really good at this.” He had to give her due credit. “I knew you were stronger than you looked when you were able to keep up with me on the trail.” He turned his head to one side to glance at her. “I was impressed. You’re special.”

  He relaxed and enjoyed her hands on him. He could feel the warmth of her body as she leaned over him to massage his shoulders. It felt so good, he could’ve gone to sleep if he wasn’t so damn horny.

  “Roll over. Let me do your front.”

  Roll over? “Uh…” What do men do? Or was he the only pervert to get a hard-on while being given a massage? “Uh…”

  “What’s wrong?” To be honest, Molly couldn’t wait to get her hands on his chest.

  “I’m sorry,” Ten apologized. “It all feels good and you’re sexy. And I’ve…responded.”

  “Oh!” Molly gasped, understanding. “Well…that’s okay.” Secretly, she was pleased. “I don’t get many male clients. You’re my first younger guy. I’m sure its normal, just a reaction to somebody touching you. I won’t look,” she assured him. Of course, she was lying like a dog.

  “Okay.” Tennessee took her at her word. He wasn’t ready for this to be over. A case of blue balls couldn’t kill a guy. Right?

  Dios mio. This man was seriously ripped and Barnum and Bailey had pitched a tent under his towel – with one seriously big tent pole. Molly licked her lips, letting her hands go where they willed. She trembled. Her nipples pebbled and her clit swelled. It took everything she had to keep her touches professional. What she really wanted to do was replace her fingers with her lips. The light furring of hair across his pecs was hot as hell.

  “You’re killing me, you know that don’t you?”

  His voice caused her head to jerk up and their eyes locked.

  “What?” she whispered. Her mind was a hazy erotic fog, her hands still moving over his chest and shoulders of their own volition.

  “You’re touching me and I can see the desire in your eyes. We connected out in that desert, Miss Molly. Give me the chance to know your body as well as you know mine.”

  Molly jerked her hands from his chest, turning from him and grabbing a towel to wipe the excess oil from her skin. “Maybe you’d better go. I’m being very unprofessional.” Molly was very aware that a camera was always running, she’d made sure to stand between him and the prying lens after he’d rolled over to protect his modesty if not hers. A security system recorded everything for both the client and the attendant’s protection, a sign in the front explained this to all parties involved. Every room in the spa had a camera, anything that happened in or on the premises was recorded. Thank goodness no one ever looked at them unless there was a problem. Anyone viewing this session would see she had been
thrown for a loop by Tennessee McCoy.

  To hell with that. Tennessee sat up and tried to subdue his errant manhood. “You are a fuckin’ dream. I wasn’t complaining.”

  Molly was embarrassed now. All she wanted to do was escape. “Come back later. Selma will give you a real massage. This one won’t count.”

  Tennessee caught her hand. “It counts with me, more than you know.” He couldn’t let her walk out. “I don’t want anyone’s hands on me but yours.” She raised those blue doe eyes and looked at him. “Let’s have dinner and talk, start over. Please?”

  It couldn’t go anywhere, more than four hundred miles separated them, they lived in two different worlds. But Molly wanted to. She respected him. She was attracted to him. He wouldn’t be here much longer, she’d probably never see him again. “Just dinner.”

  Ten breathed out with relief. “What time do you get off?”

  Molly glanced at a clock on the wall. “At six.”

  Four hours. “Perfect. You can go with me to Hunt’s famous Remington Room. Give me your address and I’ll call a cab, pick you up at seven. Will that be enough time?”

  “Make it seven-thirty, I need to stop to see Mr. Hunt. Plus, the only cab service nearby is Tipsy Taxi Service and Harold only works when he takes a notion.”

  “No problem, I’ll rent a car or borrow one from the Hunts.”

  “No.” Molly insisted. “I’ll meet you here at the hotel, there’s no use for you to drive all the way out to where I live.” The truth was, Molly didn’t want him to see where she lived. She was ashamed to let him see how little she possessed.

  Ten didn’t really agree, he liked to see the women he dated safely to their door. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” He didn’t understand it, but he could see the dismay on her face. “Okay, whatever is easier for you will be fine with me. I just want to see you again.”

  “I’ll meet you out front at seven-thirty.” When she saw he was up and reaching for his wallet, a wash of shame came over her. “Please, don’t. If we’re going to go out, I can’t accept a tip. Please. We can’t have it both ways.”

  “All right, but I don’t like.” He’d taken up her time and she probably needed the money.

  As he began gathering his clothes, she started for the door. “I’ll leave you alone to get dressed.”

  As she was leaving, Ten stopped her. “Thank you for not sending me away.” He started to kiss her, but thought better of it. He didn’t want to rush something so special. “I’ll be counting the minutes.” Molly escaped just as he let the towel drop. She heard him chuckle as she fled for safety in the back.

  ***

  After he’d checked into the ritzy western style hotel and gotten settled in his room, Tennessee paid a visit to the hotel’s bar. There was an antique collection of firearms on the wall, which drew his attention. He spent a few minutes examining a couple. He’d always been fascinated by period pieces, especially those from around the Civil War time. The bartender saw him and escorted Ten to a round table by the fireplace. Sitting back to relax, he ordered a beer, taking the opportunity to think about the time he spent with Molly. She was such a sweet contradiction. Beautiful and sexy, yet capable and determined. Just the kind of woman he found irresistible. He couldn’t wait for a chance to be with her again.

  “Here you go, sir.” The bartender set his drink in front of him.

  “Thanks.” Before taking the first sip of smooth scotch, Ten checked his phone. Cell and internet service was sketchy at best in this part of the world. The Hunt Hotel complex offered free Wi-Fi, so he decided to take advantage. There were messages from Heath, of course. Big brother was always on the ball. He returned the text, telling him all was well and asking about their father. Christian hadn’t been the same since their mother’s death and lately he’d suffered a series of small strokes. The excitement of finding he had nephews and Philip being accused of murder had taken their toll on the older man. With a smile, he found a message from his sister Ryder. She was asking that he bring her back a souvenir. He answered, promising he would. What it would be, he didn’t know. Maybe Molly could help him find something.

  In addition to messages from his family, there was notice of a payment he’d received from a police department in Montana for an assist on a search and rescue in the Beartooth Mountain region. He smiled, that venture had a happy ending also. A young boy had wandered off from a camping site and Ten had found him tucked in a cave, cold but alive. Not every mission he was sent on turned out as well. It hadn’t been that long ago that he’d attempted to find an elderly man who’d gone hiking in Yellowstone. Tennessee had located him, but it was too late. He’d died from exposure. Some people just thought they were invincible and Mother Nature had a way of proving them wrong.

  Tracking was more than a job for Ten, it was a calling. The only problem with choosing it as his profession was that the pay sucked. He had a policy of helping people, regardless of their ability to compensate him. Highland Ranch belonged to all of them, and he always wanted to assist his family with their cattle operation, but it was more Jaxson and Heath’s baby than his. Heath was the entrepreneur. He not only had Eagle Canyon, a green resort, he also had his environmental energy efforts. Their eldest brother was making a name for himself in the conservation industry.

  Philip was their brainy brother, an academic genius. He had spent time in Egypt and was presently working with The University of Texas on several local projects concerning early Native American sites they were trying to catalog. When his legal problems were over, there was no telling where on earth he’d be off to. Even Ryder and Pepper had their projects, both did a lot of volunteer work and Ryder had even thought about starting her own real estate business.

  Tennessee needed something in his life to call his own. It wasn’t that he needed the money, his mother’s family had been comfortable. There was a family trust. None of them had to kill themselves working if they didn’t want to. But Ten wasn’t like that, he wanted to make a difference. When it came time for him to have a family of his own, he wanted to be the one who provided for them.

  “May I join you?”

  Ten looked up to find Rita Hunt standing beside him.

  “Please.” He pulled out a chair for her. “Let me get you a drink.” He signaled the bartender who spotted his boss’s daughter and nodded that he would take care of it.

  It wasn’t but a few seconds before he presented her with a cocktail. “Your usual, Miss Hunt.”

  “Thank you, Glen.” She gave the man a big smile, fingering a string of pearls around her neck. “I want to thank you again for saving my father, Mr. McCoy. I knew you were the one for the job.”

  Ten smiled. “I didn’t do it alone. The Rangers were there and so was Molly.”

  Rita reacted as if she had a bad taste in her mouth. “I’m sure she was just in the way. Mollina Reyes tends to insert herself in places where she’s neither wanted nor needed. People like her tend to forget their place.”

  “I don’t think that’s fair at all, Miss Hunt.” Tennessee had to bite his tongue to keep the anger that was boiling in his gut from showing on his face and in his voice. Calmly and in an even tone, he went on. “She was very concerned and extremely capable. Molly knows those mountains. If she hadn’t scaled down the canyon wall with me, your father wouldn’t have survived.”

  His explanation didn’t seem to faze Rita. She just shrugged one slim white shoulder and took another sip of the drink in her hand. “You don’t know her like I do.”

  Ten decided not to pursue the topic. With her father’s disappearance and the search, he knew Rita had been through a traumatic experience. He’d give her the benefit of the doubt. “How’s your father this afternoon?”

  His question brought a smile to her face. “Better. He’s been making plans for our dinner party tomorrow night. There are a couple of other friends he wants me to invite, people he’s anxious for you to meet.”

  “I look forward to an enjoyable evening.” He lifted h
is glass signaling for another scotch. “Are you ready for a refill?”

  “I’m good.” Rita ran the tip of her finger around the rim of the glass. “One is my limit. I’ve got a test tomorrow. I’m finishing up my degree at Sul Ross.” She leaned forward and whispered. “Don’t tell anyone, it will mar my spoiled daddy’s girl reputation, but I’ll be graduating with honors. I’m a crackerjack with computers, I can make them do almost anything I want them to do. Who knows what I’ll do with all this knowledge? My friends all went to school just for their MRS degree. I’m hoping my education pays off with more than a ring.” She gave Ten an intense look. “College boys don’t really interest me. I like a more mature self-made men.”

  Rita was a pretty girl, but Tennessee wasn’t even tempted. “I’m sure you’ll accomplish many things in your life. Your father will need help with his business dealings.”

  “Yes, I know. I’m the heir. No brothers.” She laughed wryly. “I think he hopes I’ll marry someone who can run the ranch and the hotel complex.”

  “You’ll have to show him how serious you are, it shouldn’t be hard,” he encouraged the young woman.

  “You’re sweet.” Boldly, she ran a finger over the back of his hand. “I’m glad I met you. I hope we can spend some time together before you leave.” Rising, she gave him a big smile and sashayed out.

  Standing in the doorway, Molly saw them together and her heart plummeted. Should she even keep their date tonight? Turning, she left without the soda she’d come for.

  * * *

  When the much anticipated hour rolled around, Ten sat on the front steps of the hotel and watched down both sides of the street. He had no idea which direction she’d come from or what she’d be driving. Even though he was impatient, he had to appreciate the view. Alpine was a peaceful place. Mile high mountains stood guard over the small town, the Chisos to the south and the Davis to the north. A rain shower had cooled off the streets and steam rose from the pavement. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was seven-thirty-five. A sinking feeling hit him in the pit of the stomach. Was he about to be stood up?