Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(8)

Hudson wrapped one arm around her shoulders and led her through the first floor of the ranch house on a tour. Their home was large, and beautiful, but it definitely bespoke bachelors, and needed a woman’s touch. The only main room that wasn’t cluttered was the kitchen, which was relatively spotless.

“Do you guys cook?” Rachel asked as she sat at the kitchen table.

“I’m the cook in the house. These guys would burn water if I let them near a stove,” Sawyer said playfully as he turned the fire on under a saucepot. “Do you like Italian?”

She nodded, and returned his smile. He seemed pleased, and went to work creating some sort of red sauce in the pan in front of him. Before she could say anymore he was giving out instructions. “Ro, grab some spaghetti noodles and get them on the stove. Parker, you should probably check in with Mack before we lock up for the night, and Hudson, get the lady a drink would you?” Sawyer moved around the room gracefully handling the food preparation and leaving her speechless.

“Who is Mack?” Rachel asked.

“Our main ranch hand. He lives in a cabin on the East edge of the ranch, and he is the only one that lives on the property. He watches the place when we’re not around,” Sawyer answered without a pause.

Parker hesitated for a moment as though irritated to be given his marching orders, before he nodded his agreement and left out the side door to speak to whoever Mack was. Rachel grew nervous as she watched them all working efficiently while she sat like a lump on a log letting them coddle her. Hudson put a glass of white wine in front of her, and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before he moved on to another task leaving her blushing and flustered. After a few more moments, she decided any task was better than no task.

“Can I help with anything?” her offer was rewarded with a million dollar smile from Sawyer.

“Do you cook?” he asked, tilting his head to look her over.

“What country girl in this region doesn’t cook?” she threw back arrogantly, and he laughed.

“Good, you’re on bread. It will be nice to have someone around who knows butter from bananas. There’s a loaf of French bread in the bread box, and I’m sure there’s garlic in the fridge.” He waited for her nod of acceptance before he turned back to the sauce he was preparing. She couldn’t resist running her eyes over his body while he wasn’t looking. How was it possible for a man to make a pair of Wranglers look that damn good?

Rachel focused on the task she had been given, and listened as they all bantered back and forth. You would think they were having a regular evening meal, not preparing a feast before they screwed her brains out. Images of the four men stripping her clothing off, and having their wicked way with her, had her blood pumping hard in her ears, and she nearly forgot about the male bodies surrounding her in the ranch kitchen. She jumped and a squeak slipped from her throat when Rogan moved behind her, and stroked his hand down the split of her ass.

“Hey!” she yelped, nailing him with an annoyed glare, as she waved a bread knife at him. He lifted both hands and smiled innocently.

“Sorry, close quarters, sexy,” he said with a wink, and she felt her anger dissipate.

“Mmm hmm. I’ll just bet. You shouldn’t play grab ass when I’m holding a knife. I could accidentally slip and eliminate appendages,” she joked.

“Nah, I’m not worried. You haven’t gotten any use out of it yet, there isn’t a chance in hell you’re going to damage it,” Rogan teased back, and he winked at her flushed cheeks.

A moment later it was Hudson who was grabbing a handful of her ass as she moved past him to the refrigerator. This time the only acknowledgement from her was a gasp. She refused to give him the satisfaction of facing him, so instead she continued what she was doing—bending to grab the butter from the bottom shelf of the fridge.

A hard erection pressed against the crack of her ass, causing her stomach to drop to her feet, and her throat to nearly close completely. This time she couldn’t keep her groan of desire inside, and Parker groaned back.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a spectacular ass, sunshine?” he asked as she stood up in front of him, and he rubbed his cock along the seam of her cheeks.

She shook her head, and then let it fall back onto his shoulder. His hands clenched at her denim covered hips tightly, and he pressed a kiss just under her ear, drawing a whimper from her chest. Goose bumps spread out over her skin, and her nipples sharpened into hard points.

Someone relieved her of the butter still in her hands, so Parker could turn her in his arms. Pressing his muscular body tightly against her front, he swooped in for a kiss, and she reacted wantonly. Her hands slid up to grip his short, dark hair at the nape of his neck, and she arched her breasts into his hard body. His tongue battled with hers for possession of the kiss, and when she finally melted and opened to him, she could feel his pleasure at her submission, like sinful strokes over her skin.

When he released her mouth she was trembling, and her breath came out in choppy pants. The masculine self-satisfied smirk on his face didn’t even irritate her. Instead she found a part of her wanted to continue to make him happy.

Lifting his head, he stared down into her eyes, and whispered, “Sweet.” And her heart thudded in her chest as he released her and spun her around until she was facing Hudson who leaned against the fridge with a grin on his face, and the butter in his hands.