Page 14 of Falling Together

He bites at my back and I scream again.

“Make me come again,” I pant.

He pounds into me harder as wave after wave of pleasure continues to pulse inside of me.

He nips and bites at my back. Another flash of bliss rages inside of me as Grant starts to come. He shouts through his release as I try to breathe through mine. Every single thought is wiped away, replaced with only pleasure and the feeling of this man pouring his release into the condom.

He collapses onto my back. I’m boneless, trying to recover from the best sex of my life.

“Holy shit,” I say.

“That was incredible, Georgia. I hope you have more in you, because I’m not done with you yet.”

“I don’t think I’m the one with the refractory period we need to worry about.”

I gasp when he slaps my ass. “I think you like arguing with me.”

I wiggle against him, his dick softening inside of me. “I have to say, I enjoy it.”

“Then you better get ready, Cowgirl, because I plan on fucking you a lot more tonight.”

“I can’t wait.”

No argument here.

Chapter Four

GEORGIA - TWO MONTHS LATER

“How many horses do you need today, Georgia?” Sam asks.

I skim the printout for my lesson today. “One. River is sick, so he and Ben aren’t coming. I’ve got a new student today.”

Sam smiles at me from his desk across from me. “I’m sure you’ll be a huge help to her.”

I go back to my computer, reviewing my notes on my newest student. Maddie Lang.

She was pulled from her parents’ house because of drug abuse and sent to live with a foster parent. She’s in her third house in as many years, with no immediate family to take her in.

I breathe out a sigh. I know exactly what that’s like. I click out of her file and grab my tan Stetson. It’s seen better days, but I love it.

“We’ll see.”

“If you’re done in time for lunch, Rex is trying out some new recipes for us,” Sam says. “Should be good. Joey’s bringing it up around noon.”

“Thanks. I’ll definitely take you up on that.”

I smile to myself as I head out to the barn. Sam and Joey are impossibly in love, and I see her more now on her little jaunts out to the barn to see him. It’s nice seeing her every day. It’s one of the perks of working here—not only do I see her, but the lodge provides our lunches so we get to eat together regularly. If I’m not busy with my students, I always take advantage of that.

Especially lately. It’s like summer came and I became insatiable. It seems as if the meals have only gotten better since the grand reopening. Business is booming for The Lost Spur, with the ranch booked out for the next two years.

It’s a good mix for me—working with my students and getting to lead guests on trail rides. There’s never a dull day around here.

Ranch hands are coming and going as I head to Queenie’s stall. Her head is hanging out, watching the action.

“There’s my girl.”

She whinnies in response as I rub her forehead. Beams of sunlight stream into her stall, highlighting her rich, chestnut coat.