The lone rancher built his life from nothing, keeping men at arm's length after too many rode out before dawn. Then his rival's son corners him in the stable, all spite and expensive cologne, and something cracks open that he thought he'd sealed for good.

They take each other apart with their mouths first, then their hands, the hay prickling bare skin, the smell of horses and leather everywhere. What starts as punishment - pinning wrists against stall doors, teeth at throats - turns into something hungrier, more ruinous. The heir marks him where nobody sees, leaves him aching through branding season, and still he opens the door when the man rides up at midnight.

His spread is everything. His name on the deed, his cattle, his solitude. The heir wants that too, wants him on his knees in the dirt, wants him calling out where anyone could hear. Every time he swears it's finished, they're rougher the next, more reckless, more likely to get caught with their belts undone and their shame showing.

The blood between their families runs deep enough to drown in. The choice is the land or the man who knows exactly how to make him beg, how to wreck him so thoroughly he forgets why they ever hated each other at all.

An MM enemies-to-lovers erotic romance. Explicit content throughout.