Page 98 of Reins

“I have the sandwiches packed if you’re still up for a ride?” She drifts in and slides onto my lap, circling my neck with her arms.

“Hmm,” I rumble, burying my nose against the hollow of her ear. “How about I have dessert first?”

Her giggle is the sweetest music as she wiggles against the hardening bulge in my groin. “You’ve had that three times already today.”

“I’m a growing boy, Ros.” To prove my point I jerk my hips up. “See? Always hungry.”

She laughs even more, tangling her fingers in my hair, but tilting her head to expose more of my delicious throat. “I think we’ve missed a few trips already because you were starving.”

“Ravenous,” I snarl exaggeratedly and latch my teeth to the tender skin, nipping just to see the pink of my mark.

With a squeal, she leaps from my legs and rushes towards the door, only pausing long enough to give me a ‘come and fuck me’ look with her bottom lip pinched between her teeth under a blaze of red flush on her cheeks before darting into the hall.

It’s damn difficult to move fast when my dick is this hard.

When I make it into the corridor, I just catch a glimpse of her standing in the kitchen, waiting for me to spy her, then she bolts out the back towards the barn.

I swear she does this because she knows I can’t run worth a shit. It’s her way of making me know it’s her choice when I catch her.

And she always lets me win.

I’m hoofing it to the barn and just about to the big bay opening when Petunia comes galloping out with my beautiful woman on her back.

Her blonde hair is a golden banner as she blows me a kiss and waves as she rides past.

Oh, she’s really wanting me to work for it this time.

At a trot, I am pleasantly surprised to find Bessy already tacked up.

Rosalyn certainly planned this well.

“Come on, ol’ girl.” I pat her flank and climb on, digging in my heels for a racing start.

Eyes on the prize, I lean over Bessy’s neck and follow Rosalyn’s dust cloud up the small incline and into the pines.

I can hear her laughter carrying behind her as she expertly weaves her mare through the trees.

My heart pounds as I chase her, the tantalizing flavor of her sweet pussy is a hell of a lure.

It’s only as she breaks through to the clearing by the creek that she slows enough I can rein in next to her.

“I guess you caught me.” Her white teeth flash in the sun.

“Now I get to eat you.” I get my horse close enough to tug Ros into a lingering kiss.

Of course my fucking phone rings.

“Technically I’m still on the clock.” With a groan, I dig it out of my back pocket. When I see the name, it cools the fire in my blood.

“Wade?” I haven’t talked to him in a couple of weeks.

“Cade. It’s bad,” he says gruffly.

My gut rolls. “Who died?”

Rosalyn’s eyes widen and her cheeks go pale.

“About two hundred head of heifers,” he sighs. “They came right up to the east field and wiped ‘em all out.”