Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Except, he didn’t pull him all the way out, only got him to the middle of the stalls before he started brushing him down.
All the while, he talked to his damn horse.
When the rhythmic sounds of his brushing started, I started to fuck her.
Slowly and quietly, until I could feel her pussy start to flutter around me.
That’s what caused my control to slip, and I had to pull my hand from her nipple to find her clit.
Her body straightened like a board before she threw her head back and came on a silent scream.
I followed directly behind her just as Yates started singing to his horse.
Twenty-Nine
I want to have a movie night with my man, but I know he’s going to dick-stract me.
—Searcy to Posy
SEARCY
Calliope, Scottie, and I were in the kitchen looking out on the back deck watching as Posy spoke in the dark with a couple of his club brothers.
“Did you know that Posy hates this place?” Scottie asked quietly.
I turned to look at her. “He does?”
That shocked me, because I always got the feeling that he loved the ranch.
“He says he likes it, but I think the only reason he’s keeping it going is because it was Dad’s dream. And now that Dad is gone, he wants to fix it.” She shrugged. “You know a tornado hit it?”
I nodded, remembering one night a few days into the start of our relationship he’d explained why the ranch looked like a wrecking ball had been through the middle of it. Why some stuff looked brand new, while other things looked like they’d been left to rot and die.
“He told me, yes,” I said.
“That was before I was born,” she said. “But from the beginning, I remember my dad working his ass off to restore this place.” She grimaced. “Dad wrote both of us letters. Which we read in the lawyer’s office the day that we met with him after my parents died. My letter was sweet, Dad telling me how sad he was to miss the big things in my life. How he’d wished he could be there. Meanwhile, Posy’s was all ‘fix this place up to its former glory’ and ‘you’re the one for the job’ and ‘look out for your little sister.’”
“So you don’t care if he leaves it all behind?” I asked.
“Nah,” she said. “I think that I’d like to have something similar to this when I’m ready for it, but not this place. I’m not too big of a fan of Decatur. This place feels like I’m sucked into a time loop that I’ll never get out of. Everyone in this town is so lost in the past. If I find a place, it’s going to be probably closer to East Texas. I went to an FFA show there once, and everything was so beautiful. It’s much smaller and more go with the flow there, plus it’s close enough to Dallas that I could come visit and go back home in the same day.”
That was slightly shocking to me.
“What would you do with all your horses?” I asked.
“Keep them, but board them somewhere else. Somewhere where we wanted to be rather than where our dad decided would be best.” She shrugged. “There’s a place down in College Station that I was thinking about bringing Rodeo down to.”
Rodeo was her horse, and eight years old.
She was the sweetest little mare, according to both Scottie and Posy.
I’d thought she was a little heifer, but that was just me never being around horses before.
In total, they had eleven horses, though some of them were ones that Posy said were too young to ride and others were getting trained by Yates.
My gaze once again went out the window to where Posy was talking.
He had his hands in the air as he was holding them apart, as if describing the distance of something.
As if he could sense my gaze, he looked up to find me staring at him through the kitchen window.
His wink made my heart skip a beat.
“I’m going to tell him tonight that I want to sell this place,” Scottie said, coming to stand next to me. “It’ll take a while. He’ll want to find a perfect fit, but I think we’d all be happier if we found a new place without so many things wrong.”
When she put it like that…
“I’ll talk to him once you do,” I responded. “I’m not going to try to influence him one way or another until he talks to me first about it.”
Getting dinner started on my mind, I padded my way outside barefoot and walked across the grass to where the men were standing.
They all watched me come, but none of them stopped talking about whatever it was they were talking about.
“…first thing I’ll want to do is pull the surveillance off anyone on that street,” Apollo said. “Should be fairly easy.” Apollo looked at me then and said, “No offense, but that street is pretty low-income. I doubt that anyone will have cameras up. Nothing good enough to steal.”