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"All you have to do is say yes to giving us a shot, Aidan. One little word." He was whispering against Aidan's lips.

Aidan wouldn't look at him and refused to speak. Enrique smiled. Now that he knew he was getting to Aidan, he would wait to hear the words. It would go against his usual way of going full throttle for what he wanted, but he wanted Aidan to say it, because once he did, he was not letting him go.

"I'm going to enjoy hearing you say yes, Aidan," Enrique whispered, still against Aidan's lips. "Until then."

Enrique leant in and kissed him. It was hungry, rough and encompassing. Aidan whimpered and grabbed his head. Enrique hissed as Aidan sucked hungrily on his tongue. Aidan's fingers clenched in Enrique's hair, loosening it from its bindings. Enrique leaned against Aidan, rubbing against his hard erection. Aidan made hungry sounds in the back of his throat. Using his tenuous control, Enrique pulled away.

"Is that yes, Aidan?" he asked hoarsely.

"No." Aidan gulped, breathing hard.

Enrique growled, then kissed him thoroughly again before stepping away. Aidan sagged, then caught himself. Enrique stepped back, watching him. He put his thumbs in the loops at the waist of his jeans. He placed his hands fingers-down, framing his erection.

"When you do say yes, then this is all yours. Until then, I'll keep touching you, since you like it so much," Enrique promised.

"I...didn't say that. Just wondering why you had backed off. But you were right to, since we can't," Aidan replied.

"We will," Enrique vowed.

He studied Aidan, with his glistening lips, laboured breathing and the straining erection in his black slacks. Aidan raised shaking hands and pushed back his short, messy dark hair. Whistling, Enrique turned and swaggered to the other door and out of the classroom.

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A sound made him turn, and his breath caught as he viewed the black horse. Its powerful front legs kicked up, and then it dropped back down and raced around the paddock. A chestnut horse raced out of a small building that was part of the paddock. It joined the black one, and they ran around the enclosed area.

"No way it hell am I riding that," Kincaid whispered.

Kincaid turned back to the cabin. He stared at the man who was now standing on the porch. The rangy man came down the stairs in a long-legged, confident stride. His face was shadowed under a dark brown Stetson he wore over deep copper-red hair. A braid rested over one broad shoulder with its tail end coming to rest against a flat abdomen. Kincaid sucked in a breath as the man came closer, his features becoming clearer.

Smooth, silky-looking pale white skin offset bright blue eyes framed with curly lashes. Sloping forehead, high cheeks, slightly flared nose, and a firm chin came together to make him devastatingly handsome. But it was his lush, full lips that caught Kincaid. The lips were meant to be kissed, licked, and worshipped. Kincaid was six-foot-three, and this man matched him in height. Something about him seemed familiar, but Kincaid couldn't figure out why. He glanced down the man's frame. The wide shoulders tapered down into a full chest, then a narrow waist and into full hips. His legs were encased in comfortable-looking jeans. He stood with booted feet braced apart.

I want to see that ass. Kincaid's cock went rock hard, and he stifled a groan, wondering how the jeans would hug that butt that he could cup perfectly in his hands. He would bet his bike on it. The man wasn't even his type, but with a body like his, Kincaid could overlook that.

"Kincaid Vaughn?" a surprisingly deep voice asked.

Kincaid raised his eyes and met those bright blues. His eyes narrowed as he noted the coldness in them. He took in the slightly nasty curl to those full lips. Crossing his arms over his barrel chest, the man's eyes dropped, taking in Kincaid's tats. He met Kincaid's gaze again. The coldness in his eyes seemed to have increased.

"That's me. Where's Jolie?" He wasn't about to observe the niceties of being friendly.

Kincaid had no idea who this guy was but already he didn't like him one bit. He just wanted him gone.

"Jolie sent me. She has been unavoidably detained. I'm to make sure you enjoy your stay at AJ Ranch." There was a slight sneer in his tone.

"My, my. Aren't we sounding all hoity-toity? No need to put yourself out. I'll come another time when I can have better company." Kincaid smiled, slow and insolent.

The man's eyes narrowed, and then his lips thinned. Kincaid gave him a mocking salute, then turned and went back to his bike.

"I understand if you don't think you can cut it on a horse," he stated in a cold challenge.

Kincaid stopped, back rigid. He looked back. The red-head smiled coldly, then tucked his hands into his front pockets. Kincaid grabbed his jacket, helmet, and bag off the back of his bike and walked back over to him. He raised one eyebrow. Mr Hoity-Toity made a mocking gesture for Kincaid to follow him, then strode to the steps of the porch. Kincaid bit off a curse at the sight of the ass that surpassed what he had imagined.

Just my luck to be stuck with an asshole who has a fine ass. Kincaid chuckled at the irony.

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"There's a big truck in my yard that I wasn't told about," Morgan said mildly.

The narrowing of Blayne's eyes let him know that he had heard the underlying rebuke. Blayne crossed his arms over his chest.

"If you would meet with me, as I have been asking you to do, you would know," Blayne replied in the same mild tone.

"Tell me now." Morgan refused to feel guilty.

"It's the new computers for our system upgrade. They're for in here, in the barns, and other places. Also for the breeding area," Blayne replied.

Morgan nodded. He remembered Gibson saying something about Blayne upgrading their systems, and linking the computers that needed it to interface with the breeding operation. However, Morgan hadn't known it would involve new computers. Blayne was shuffling papers on the desk.

"I need some place to put the equipment until I can get it all installed."

"They're not going to install it?"

Blayne glanced up and gave him a dirty look. "Like I would let them do that." He went back to what he was doing.

"Fine. Put them in my office."

Blayne paused, looking at him again. "Are you sure?"

"Go ahead. Shouldn't be that bad," Morgan said.

"Fine. I'm going to be swapping out the old systems for the new ones over the next few days." Blayne picked up some papers and strode around the desk.

Morgan started after his retreating figure. Blayne paused in the office doorway.

"Is there anything else?" His tone was blatantly insolent.

"No." Morgan bared his teeth.

Blayne leaned against the open doorway and studied him. After a few moments, he asked, "Is there a reason you've been avoiding me?"

Morgan stiffened. "I haven't. I've been busy running my ranch."

"Yeah, that's what you've been doing. Keep telling yourself that." Blayne made a flipping motion with his hand.

He turned and walked away. Morgan gritted his teeth. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but Blayne's words were very true. Gibson had filled him in on some of the things they had planned for the office, but had told him that he and Blayne needed to discuss some things. Morgan had waved it off, stating that he was too busy. Blayne could do what he wanted. He had ignored Gibson's look and gone back to work. Blayne had been trying to get to talk to him for days, and he had been avoiding it. Morgan strode back outside. He glanced at Blayne, who was standing by the truck with the driver. Blayne glanced up, then away. A woof made him look down.

"Traitor," he said to Dwayne.

Dwayne woofed again. Morgan patted his head. Dwayne ran to Blayne. Morgan frowned, then went to the barn. Drake waited for him by the door.

"Sure is a big truck," Drake said.

"It's computers. He's upgrading them. He's replacing the ones in various barns and places. He'll probably need to get into your house to do the one in your office. He's creating some sort of program to link them all." Morgan frowned. "He mentioned other places, too."

"What other places?" Drake asked.

Morgan stared at him. Drake gave him a funny look.

"Morgan, you don't know."

Morgan pushed him out of his way. He ignored Drake's bark of laughter.