Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
After a beat of silence, I clear my throat and say, “I could do it. I could give you a lesson on riding horses.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re much too busy running the ranch,” she answers.
She fixes her gaze on Cord and opens her mouth.
I interrupt her. “No, I don’t have much going on tomorrow. I’d be glad to do it.”
She studies me for a moment, like she’s trying to figure out what I’m not telling her. Finally, she nods. “We can do that tomorrow morning.”
I agree with her already knowing that tomorrow morning can’t come soon enough.
By the time the next day arrives, I feel like a kid who’s waited all year for Christmas. There’s a spring in my step when I go to the barn to meet with her.
“Let’s get this over with,” Lauren announces when she arrives.
She’s not wearing her usual vintage dress today. She’s wearing blue jeans that she fills out perfectly. It takes all of my self-control not to grab those firm, juicy globes. I want to know what they feel like in my hands when I’m kissing her, holding her, satisfying her.
For today’s lesson, I’ve selected Princess, one of our oldest mares. She’s gentle and sweet. She doesn’t spook easily, and I know she’ll offer plenty of good footage for Lauren.
I’ve already got Princess saddled up. I lead her out of the barn, going slow so Flint, who is standing a few yards away, can appreciate the moment on his phone.
Lauren sees where my gaze is. “Smart. I hadn’t even considered that.”
“Stand here,” I tell her, positioning her so Flint can continue recording. “Now, you’re going to put your hand here on the horn. Grip it firmly and put your foot here in the saddle. Then you just swing up.”
“Swing up,” she repeats. Her voice is filled with doubt.
“You know how to climb on a bicycle. Same concept.”
“You mean straddle it,” she says, her cheeks taking on the slightest pink hue.
I have a sudden vision of her thick thighs straddling me. Of my cock coming to rest against her center as she eases down on me.
I have to swallow and try to think about things that don’t make me rock hard.
“Just give it a try,” I tell her. My voice is deep and rumbly, filled with all the unspoken longings.
She has one false start then manages to swing herself up easily. She gives me a triumphant look. “I did it!”
My heart swells with pride. She has no idea how proud I am of her every moment of every day or how much I want to tell her that.
She frowns. “Where’s your horse?”
“Right here,” I swing up behind her.
The moment I’m behind her, all of the tension bleeds from my body. There’s just something so right about being this close to Lauren. She’s warmth and sunshine, the one place I feel at home.
But even as the tension bleeds from me, she sits ramrod straight. “Bronco,” she hisses, glaring at me from over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Relax, the cameras are watching,” I tell her. And as soon as I say the words, I hate myself a little bit.
She loosens her posture and relaxes into me, but it still doesn’t feel natural. It’s not the same as when she melted into me during our kiss.
If I could go back in time, I don’t know what I’d do differently. I wouldn’t take back that kiss. I can’t wish that moment away. It’s one I’ll treasure for the rest of my life.
I want to have both sides of Lauren, the sweet girl who is my best friend’s little sister and the sultry woman that I have fallen in love with. It breaks my heart
“What now?” She asks. Her head brushes my shoulder and I can’t get over how right it feels. I want a thousand more lifetimes just like this with Lauren in my arms.
“Now we’re going to give her a gentle nudge.” I explain how to do the gesture to get the mare moving.
Princess starts off at a gentle pace, slow and steady. Her previous owner who surrendered her when he could no longer care for her on his farm said she’s always been like this.
“Oh wow,” Lauren says. “I didn’t expect it to be such a smooth ride.”
“With me, it always will be,” I answer.
“Bronco.” She calls my name softly. It’s a warning, it’s a plea. It’s both of them mixed together. I don’t know how to answer when all I want to do so desperately is just kiss her.
We ride together slowly. I’m aware of every breath she takes, every slight movement she makes, every time she leans into the ride. It’s a special kind of torture.
After we’ve gotten some good footage, I think the ride is about to end. I’m braced for her to call it quits, but Lauren flashes me a mischievous grin. I see the playful side of her that I’ve been missing since our kiss.