No one was around as the car stopped in front of the ranch house in Montana where Griffin lived. Jess loved it. There were cows and horses in the pastures that were on each side of the road they went up. A mountain was the backdrop behind the sprawling home.

“Griff, this is gorgeous,” she said as they got out of the car and went inside. “And no one’s here at all, you said?”

“They’re gone for the weekend. I’m sorry you’re going to miss seeing them. But they had work to do. It’ll just be the staff and us.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close after he closed the door behind them. “Think you can handle yourself appropriately?”

His breath was hot on her face. Their lips were a fraction of an inch apart. “Maybe.”

“Too bad,” he whispered. He planned on trying hard to get her to give into him. While making her think life with him meant some pretty disgusting things. “I should show you around.”

“You should,” she said with a sigh. It was hard for her to hold him off when he was up on her that way. She really wanted him, but it was the idea of the bet that stopped her.

He took her hand, leading her through the large and dimly lit house. “Through here is the way to get to the back of the house where the milking barn is. That’s where the money is made.”

“Milking?” she asked.

“Yeah, milking,” he said with an evil grin. “I’ll show you. There’s a video out there. It helps the bulls get randy.”

“Randy?” she asked as she didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

“Horny,” he said.

She laughed. “And why would they need to be horny, Griff?”

“Because we have to get them to give us their sperm. That’s what we sell.”

She stopped and looked at him as if he was insane. “No, you don’t. Come on, stop messing with me.”

“I’m not messing with you,” he said as he pulled her along. “And everyone in the family has to know how to do it. No one gets out of the dirty work.”

“You can’t mean that you take the bull by the…” Jess cupped one hand to show what she meant. “Do you?”

“I do mean that. There’s a shoot that holds them still for that. And once you start fondling them, they calm right down and actually seem to enjoy it. As you can imagine, the females of the family manage to get them to give more sperm with their tender touch than the men do.” He laughed, and Jess gagged.

“You’re messing with me. I know you are. There has to be a machine that does that,” Jess said as she shook her head. “People don’t do that for real.”

“There are other ways to get it, but our way works the best. We get a lot more than other producers do. And all because we aren’t afraid to get our hands dirty.” Out a door, they went and into a fenced area that had a large barn at the back if it. “I’ll let you watch the video first then you can try it.”

“No way in hell, Griff!”

“Baby, come on. You’re into animals anyway.”

She stopped dead in her tracks. “Not into them in that way! That’s bestiality, Griff. It’s sick!”

“It’s not considered that, and it’s not sick. It’s profitable.” Pulling her along with him, he continued to take her to the barn.

“How about I watch you jerk the cow off?” she asked as they got to the barn where she could hear the cattle mooing.

“We don’t jerk off the cows, Jess.”

“Bulls, whatever, you know what I’m saying. Let me watch you do it.”

He eyed her as he opened the large door, letting a burst of livestock odor pour out. Griff wasn’t about to put his hands on any bull’s cock, but he was about to watch Jess do it. “Inside, baby. You see, I’m itching to see if you can do this. It’s a thing each family member has to do, and I wanna see if you have what it takes to be a Houser.”

Jess eyed him and was unsure if he was being serious or not. He’d overheard them talking about the phony marriage scam. Was he into it or was he going to try to use his own fake marriage proposal to win the bet he had with his friends?

“I’m not about to put my hands on a bull’s anything, Griff. Furthermore, I’m not interested in being a Houser.” She leveled her eyes on him and put her hands on her hips.

“You sure, baby?” he asked as he gathered her up in his strong arms. He’d heard her and her sisters loud and clear. He knew she wanted to get married.

When he moved his mouth past hers and went straight to her neck to kiss and nibble it, she couldn’t help wilting in his arms. He did know how to work her body, that was true. “Griff,” she moaned as she ran her hands over his tightly muscled back.

The bulls that were in the pens began to get louder as they mooed. Griff whispered in her ear, “We’re making them get all hot and bothered, baby. That’s a good thing. It’ll make your job easier.”

Pressing her up against the wall, he kissed her long and hard. He was going to work her up into a frenzy and win the bet while he planted the seed of doubt in her head about making him her husband.

Jess was finding it harder and harder to keep her wits about her when Griffin kissed her and handled her in a way that made her insides turn to butter. His mouth was hot and demanding as he kissed her. His strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her up. She wrapped her legs around him and felt the swell of his cock as he pushed it against her.

They were completely alone, save the bulls and she was losing the battle. Moving her hands through his thick hair, she moaned as he rubbed himself against her. Over and over, his throbbing cock moved, making her lightheaded and all thoughts ceased, except the one. The one that told her to let the damn bet go and find out what Griff could do for her.

Raking her nails along his back, she gasped when he bit her lower lip then nibbled his way down her neck. “Griff…”

“Shhh,” he said as he kept going. “Just let things happen, baby.”

Her brain was swimming in a sea of lust. Her body was on fire, and Griff was the only man who could douse those flames. She knew, without a doubt, that he’d be the best she’d ever had. And she’d held off for as long as she could.

When his fingers moved down her throat, all the way to the top button of her shirt, she let him unbutton it. Each button got him that much closer to the prize. Stopping to cup one breast, he groaned with how good it felt in his hand.

Griff had to admit that things with Jess were going great. If he could go back in time, the one thing he’d do is make sure he didn’t overhear the girls’ conversation about roping them into marriage to pay their bills.

And with that thought, he lost the feelings he’d had. He let her breast go and stopped kissing her neck that was so sweet and tempting. Griff reminded himself that the woman who was holding him was a money grubbing liar.

“So, you ready to get handsy with one of the bulls? I’ll let you pick him out.”

“Griff, no,” Jess whined. She was wondering what the hell had happened. They’d just been making out hardcore, and she was about to give into him.

“Yes, Jess,” he said as he stepped back, moving her legs off him.

“Griff, what’s wrong?” she asked as she knew something had to have gone through his head that had him stopping. Then she knew he’d been thinking about the marriage thing and it’d shut him down.

All she wanted to do was end the charade. Tell him she knew about the bet and how they’d gotten back at them for it. But Griff seemed set on trying to make her whack off a bull as he drug her along with him to the first pen. “Come on. You have to do this. If you want me, then you’ll have to do this.”

Stopping short, Jess made a drastic decision. She was going to tell him the truth. Tired of keeping so much bottled up was taking its toll on her. “We need to talk.”

Griff turned around and eyed her, warily. Somewhere, deep inside, he knew she was about to confess, and he knew he should too. “About what, Jess?”

A door on the side of the barn flew open and in came a tall man with a gun aimed right at them. “What the hell are you two doing in here?”

“Who the hell are you?” Griffin asked as he quickly moved Jess behind him.

“Never mind that,” the stranger shouted. “Get on the ground and put your hands behind your heads.”

Griffin had no idea who the man was or what the hell he thought he was doing. Jess looked at him with wide eyes as she said, “You don’t live here, do you?”