Rip emerged from his bedroom, wearing flannel red pajama bottoms and a dark grey t-shirt. He said nothing as he padded over to the counter and refilled his mug with the cooling coffee. He then made his way over to the loveseat, where Ginni perched herself under the Afghan, keeping herself toasty. The torrential rain continued to beat against the tin roof, presenting a consistent, rhythmic sound that was almost soothing. Rip sat himself beside Gin tugged the corner of the blanket and pulled it over his socked feet.

"You never did answer my question," Rip stated while he dipped his face to sip on his coffee. Genevieve knew this was coming, she evaded the question when they were in the process of seeking shelter from the storm.

Clearing her throat, "What do you want to know?" Picking at the loose piece of cuticle that was hanging on her thumb, avoiding to make eye contact.

Rip blinked at her, "The truth, Gin. What else?"

"The truth?"

Gin touched the tip of her finger to her lips, forming the right words to explain to the foreman, exactly what she has been doing with her life, since he and Lloyd came to Utah to take care of Nicholas, long before she came home to Montana.

"Yes Genevieve, of all people in the entire world. It had to be Travis." Rip narrowed his eyes towards the raven-haired Dutton, conveying his annoyance towards her. He had very little patience, and she loved to dance on every last nerve.

Choosing her words wisely Ginni sighed, "Well as you know, I'm dancin' at the Foxhole." She sighed, "Well... After you came to Salt Lake and my stitches healed, I started dancing down there at one of the local clubs... Well..."

This part was going to be hard. Sighed deeply, preparing herself for the explosion that was about to erupt. "After you all came to Salt Lake and my stitches healed, I started dancing down in the city. Well... One of the girls tha-"

"Gin, what does this have to do with Travis?" Rip interrupted, then casually took a sip of his coffee.

Ginni scoffed, "Let me get to it. This is going to be a lot to handle." Probably. " So let me explain at my own pace." The Dutton warned, glaring her crystal water eyes towards the foreman.

"Okay, go on."

"So... One of the girls I worked with at the club, had a side hustle that..." She paused, taking in a deep breath, "serviced men's needs."

Rip cocked his left eyebrow, his face contorting with mild confusion, "Serviced men's needs...?"

"Yes! For fuck's sake Rip! Now, Travis was in town and we made arrangements." Ginni averted her eyes from the wrangler while taking an audible sip from her coffee. Silently Rip's dark eyes bored into her soul while her story mulled around in his head, processing each syllable she stated. She couldn't be telling him that she was a prostitute. That a friend of her father's, as well as his own pal, paid the youngest Dutton girl for sex.

"Travis paid you for sex?" He confirmed, shoved the blanket from his lap, and stood up to walk over to the shelf. He reached up to the top shelf and pulled a three-quarters full bottle of Tullamore dew from an array of bottles. The lid and the neck of the bottle had a faint coat of dust caking the glass. The cowboy twisted off the cap from the bottle, took a swig, then proceeded to fill the empty space in the coffee mug with the liquor.

"Rip, do I have to spell it out for you?"

The Dutton girl rolled her eyes, she hoped that Rip got the picture and not have to describe how she serviced one of his acquaintances. This was not really the conversation she wanted to have, especially with her father's right-hand man. "But, you do have to promise me one thing..." She tore into him with piercing blues eyes. "You cannot and will not say a damn thing... to anyone." She pleaded, fire coating her words as she said them slow and low enough to get her point across. "Beth is the only person that knows about my past, and I would like to keep it that way."

His gaze remained locked on her, his eyes wide with disbelief and confusion. The air between them crackled with palpable tension, thick and suffocating like a cloud of poison, leaving no room for even a single breath of fresh air. The air was so thick you could slice it with a butter knife.

"A fucking prostitute!"

Finally, he said something.

"It's not that bad. I mean... I charged top dollar and the majority of my clients were high rollers, millionaires..."

"Travis." He spat while polishing off the contents of his coffee and threw the mug against the opposite wall, the ceramic shattering into tiny pieces. "Fucking Travis of all goddamn people, it has to be Travis mother fucking Wheatley!"

He was starting to make Ginni feel angry. She could feel her blood begin to boil and lightning flashed in her eyes. Throwing the mug was completely uncalled for.

"What!?" She stood up from the couch with her fists balled to her side and a few buttons popping from the shirt she borrowed, as it got caught underneath her body. "Are you fucking jealous or something? Are you jealous that Wheatley paid me several thousands of dollars to do what he wants with me for a night?"

She stepped forward, the flannel, now loose from the missing buttons, slipped down her right shoulder, stop just before the rosy skin of her areola meeting alabaster. "Are you really that fucking jealous, Rip Wheeler?"

He didn't know what to say, he was absolutely livid that she did not say anything before. But he was even more upset that she fucked that smug Texas bastard. On the other hand, he was severely turned on. His cock leaped forward as he raked his eyes over her bare skin, particularly savoring the shiny piece of metal that was barely peeking out from the straining button hole.

"Well? Tell me what the fuck is your problem!?" Ginni screamed, her body shuddering with enough force, her breasts bouncing completely out of the top, exposing a tint silver bar, and perfectly rosy, gumdrop nipples.

With a grunt and one hand, Rip grabbed her by the nape of her neck and crushed his lips into hers. Running his tongue over her bottom lip, he begged for entrance to which she immediately yielded. Exploring every inch of her mouth he wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, tightening his hold as if there was nothing in the world keeping her from floating to the heavens. Catching her step, Ginni then sucked his bottom lip in between her teeth, teasing the soft flesh with the tip of her tongue before nipping the soft flesh as she pulled away.

A deep growl escaped his throat, his eyes glazed over with lust etched across his face. He slowly and softly trailed his index finger down her neck, across her collarbone to the fabric. With great force he reached up and ripped open the shirt she was wearing, the buttons shot off, scattering the room and hitting the floor with various clattering. Gin looked down at her exposed breasts then backed up with shock. Her eyes then filled with instant fire, hungrily she grabbed his T-shirt, lifting the cotton fabric up his chest, revealing his firm, but full stomach. A dark patch of hair trailed from his belly button down beneath his pants. He lifted his arms allowing her to pull the T-shirt over his head, and tossed it on the couch. He then dipped his head to capture her mouth with his, she dragged her fingertips down his chest as passion radiated from the two while they devoured their very essence. Casually, Gin twisted her manicured fingers into the waistband of his jogging pants, slowly reaching for the pulsating beast that throbbed beneath the thick cotton fabric.

With swift movement he stopped her hand with his right. To which Genevieve groaned in protest, expressing how much she wished to ride his face until the rain stopped.

"Wait."

"What is it?" Breathlessly, Ginni asked, staring at him with her bright eyes, yearning to be touched again.

"It's Beth." He paused for a moment, as her sister's name left his lips.

"What about her?" Ginni said, while lifting an eyebrow and folding her arms.

"She's not going to appreciate this."

Rip did have a point.

"Ok."

Well fuck. "You're right." She paused for a moment. Damnit. It took her every ounce of power to keep her from, saying, fuck it all to hell, and pounce on the beautiful creature standing before her. Slowly time ticked by while they both stood there, battling their demons. Weighing the risks and the possibilities staring into each other's eyes, yearning for the anticipated lust to burst from the seams.

Despite the wood burning in the stove heating up the tiny cabin, the heat radiated off of their bodies, aching to be touched.

"Well... Uh..." Gin didn't know what to say, she could feel her cunt tingling, desperate to be filled. The intense searing heat that emanated between her thighs, igniting a fiery passion that consumed her entire being. Each flicker of warmth sparked a deep desire that pulled through her veins, leaving her breathless and on the brink of losing herself to the overwhelming sensation. It left her yearning and internally begging for more. Her heart racing and her senses ablaze.

Frustration began to boil, coaxing the thrill from her being. As Rip continued to watch her, his brown eyes boring into her soul, drinking in the sight of her luscious, bare breast, heaving with each breath she took.

"Fuck it." Rip growled in a hushed tone as he gripped both lapels of the button-down shirt and pulled her against his form. Crashing his mouth against hers, tongue demanding dominance. He slipped his left arm around her waist, pulling her tight against his strong form as he yielded the urge to turn her around, bend her over and assault her opening with his tongue and lips, savoring the sweet honey.

Ginni pulled away gasping, suppressing a needed moan, preventing him from seeing the tortured anticipation she had been battling since she entered the cabin. Talking about their past only fueled the fire, while the kiss from the other night only sparked it. Her body was thrumming with scorching heat that was radiating from their intertwined beings. Rip pushed the fabric off her shoulders letting it fall and pool to the floor next to their feet. Leaving her bare to the chilling air mixing with the heat of the fireplace in the opposite side of the room. He traced the length of her spine with a light touch from his calloused fingertips. Callouses, that formed from years of loyalty and hard work, sent chills across her body as he pulled her close, pressing her piercings and flesh against his own. Being his own catalyst to the intense electricity that coursed through his soul, Gin curled her manicured fingers into the waist band of the cowboy's pajamas that concealed the wanting monster, aching to be buried inside the mystical goddess.

She tugged at the waistband, dropping them down his legs releasing the beast within. Smiling wickedly, Ginni wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking with a firm but gentle grip. A deep gasp, rasp with hunger, escaped his lips as he drew his head back, savoring the bliss. His cock jumped with excitement as she continued to caress the soft skin that lined the length of this magnificent specimen. A sensation so soft, so delicate that it contrasted against the rough and rugged life he battled each day. Her touch was like silk compared to her sisters. He couldn't help but relinquish himself in bliss, coating himself in a blanket of lust while she slid her fingers up and down his shaft, fingertips swirling around the tip. The faster she went; his breath became short and quick. She then slowed her pace just as he was beginning to reach climax, edging him from satisfaction. He exhaled sharply through his nostrils as he grabbed ahold of her hips, spun her form and bent her forward at the hips, he then leaned forward burying his nose into her rain-stained hair and inhaled deeply. Sedating himself while he dragged the tip of his fingers up her thigh, stopping at the waistband of her borrowed pants.

He curled his fingers and tugged at fabric, letting it fall to the floor. With such tenderness, Rip trailed his calloused fingers across the sensitive skin of her tattooed ass, tracing the raised skin that was imprinted with the inked 'Y' much like the one her father scorched into the flesh on his chest.

Rip scoffed with a devious smirk, painted across his face.

"Aren't you a bad girl." He slapped her butt, right on the tattoo with his palm. Genevieve shuttered with the new sensation echoing through her. She thrusted back, begging him to touch her soaked cunt. A withering moan emitted from her lips as she relaxes her upper body, resting her head on the couch cushion. After several seconds that burned by slowly, Rip traced the two dimples set perfectly at the base of Gin's spine. Tiny circles with his thumb before using his index finger to lightly run the length of her crack to her most sensitive region. She widened her legs, the cold air rushed her warmed folds, building a deep ache in her core that begged to be satisfied. Rip allowed his finger to slide over her slick, sensitive skin. Briefly circling his fingertip around the sensitive flesh of her clitoris, sending waves of electricity though out her body her body locks flopped in her face as she threw her head back and bucked into the cowboy's palm, silently demanding him to insert something into her, filling the void that desperately needed to be sated. With a simple motion, Rip slipped his index and middle finger deep in her warm cunt. He pulled his hand away and plunged his fingers repeatedly into the Dutton girl. She cried out in relief rocking her hips onto his hand.

It didn't take long for him to have his cock teasing her entrances, sliding the tip in circles around her thrilled bean, spreading her juices around the sensitive flesh. She exhaled in frustrating, as she shot back a look that demanded him to fuck her sideways.

With an evil grin, he slammed his cock deep into her then stopped up against the cervix, relishing her muscles spasm around him. Genevieve whimpered, praying he would move. He pulled back slowly, reaching his tip before slamming back into her and paused. He leaned forward, placing soft pecks against her neck as he slithered his arm around her torso, up her chest, and curled his fingers around the base of her neck. Gin Inhaled sharply, then bucked her hips harder onto his throbbing member. Once Rip was in the right position He breathed, "Do I fuck better than that Texan fuck?"

"Yes..." Gin muttered, Rip pulled back and slammed his hips forward, sliding his dick deeper into the Dutton woman, before repeating the action over, and over again.

With each thrust, Ginny couldn't contain the screams that came from her throat. Cries of pure bliss and appreciation.

It didn't take him much longer for him to spend his load across the length of her back, with a primal growl escaping his throat.

He pulled away, scooped up the discarded flannel and wiped himself free of the mess the two had made.

"Well... So that happened." Genevieve laughed as she took the soiled shirt from the cowboy and cleaned herself.

"Yeah. It did." Rip's voice was low and husky, still in effect of the testosterone coursing through his veins. "You wanna go again?" He shrugged, staring at her with his wide eyes.

Ginni grinned, "Okay."

The rain had stopped several hours ago. Not that the two noticed. However, Rip was quick to stop what he was doing, and listen to the muffled bellows of one of the bulls, along with a chorus of hooting and hollering.

"God fucking damn it, what is it now." He stood up abruptly and shuffled into the bedroom. It didn't take long for him to emerge dressed in fresh jeans and a black button-down shirt. "I will be right back." He planted a wet kiss on Gins mouth, then walked over to the French doors, pulled on his half dry boots, and left through the door.

Genevieve giggled, while she pulled the blanket from the couch around her form. She walked over to the stove and fed it a log or two, prodded it a couple times, allowing the wood to spark in a flame; then walked over to the shelf that carried the whiskey and poured herself a healthy helping in one of the glass tumblers. The liquor burned her taste buds, she grinned pleasantly and allowed the last few hours pan over her mind. This is going to make things difficult. She knew it. But, playing with fire was always her forte. She loved taking risks. This was just plain stupid. Ginni knew it, she knew this was the epitome of walking through fire. Granted, It will not necessarily piss off her father. But her sister on the other hand, is a different discussion. Beth can go around telling all of Montana that she is single and not exclusive with anyone, but it's a one-way street for the other party, they are hers and hers only.

Ginni chewed her bottom lip while mulling the liquor on her pallet. Then there was Ryan. She recognized that puppy dog look anywhere, that there, she knew what was on his mind. He doesn't know the truth about her lifestyle and who she really is, other than the dark shadow daughter, of the Dutton clan. The black sheep, outcast. She truly prayed to herself he hasn't fallen for her already. She was single and free to do as she pleased, yet an unexpected pang of guilt twisted inside her chest, leaving her unsettled. Gin had already explained to Ryan that she wasn't ready to settle down or necessarily get in any type of relationship. Dating is one thing, she still decided dates were acceptable as long as she was open and honest with her own intentions. She had to be; it is part of her profession as well. Gin did not have plans to turn tricks in Montana, but dancing was a part of her soul.

Gin tip toed her way to the dining room table and leaned her back against it, gazing into glass window of the stove, getting lost in the depts of the dancing flames that told their own story. Losing track of time, she didn't notice the door open and in walk Rip with an annoyed expression on his face. He glanced up at her, then down to the glass in her hand before taking it from her and draining the contents in his own mouth, then walked over to shelf and proceeded to refill the glass.

"Those damn cowboys are going to be the death of me." He sighed in frustration, before taking a sip from the glass.