Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 145731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
I groan—try to stifle it. “I’m going to make that happen.”
“How?”
“Do you trust me?”
Her eyes flash with vulnerability, then she nods. “You know I do.”
And as the driver maneuvers the sleigh down a snow-covered path, I kiss Isla as stars wink on in the winter sky.
Yeah, it’s ridiculously romantic. But this woman deserves it.
And maybe…I do too.
Where the hell did that thought come from? And why do I like it so much?
When the ride ends, with Honey coming to a gentle stop inside the barn, Noah hops off the driver’s seat and quickly unhitches Honey from the sleigh. He walks her to a trough and offers her some water, while I hold out a hand to Isla, who steps down from our seat.
After Honey drinks ten thousand gallons, Noah takes her to her stall and shuts the stall door, grumbling, “You can stroke her muzzle, but you’d better be gentle.”
“Promise,” I say.
“We will,” Isla adds.
He huffs like he doesn’t believe it, but the sound is drowned out by a phone bleating like an alarm. It’s coming from the driver. He whips it from his pocket. “Lennox here.”
There’s a pause as he listens. Isla shoots me a curious look.
“I’ll be right there,” Noah says.
When he hits end, he turns to us, his expression stoic. “I need to help my brother. He’s out, but one of his patients needs a shot. Allergic reaction.”
“Go, go,” Isla says, shooing him off.
“Can’t leave you here alone,” Noah says.
“Oh, right. We can take off,” Isla says, but she sounds disappointed. That won’t do. If Isla wants to spend time with a horse, she should damn well be able to.
“I’m good with horses,” I offer.
Noah scoffs. “You need to go.”
Fair enough. I’ll have to punt on this one. I nod and wrap an arm around her right when Hank strides into the barn, tilting his head, his Santa cap tipping to the side. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Hang out with Honey. She’s my good girl. I’m just making some s’mores by the fire pit with my wife.” He winks, and his cheeks are ruddy. The dude is just giving Santa Claus vibes.
Noah holds up his hands in surrender. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“You always do,” Hank replies.
With a gruff nod, Noah trudges off.
Hank pats Honey again. “You’re in charge, girl.” Then to us, he says, “She’s fine in here, and we’re not far off. You’re the last ride of the day. Enjoy.”
For a few seconds, I wonder if my teammates are in on some kind of prank. But when he leaves, his boots growing fainter, I decide I don’t care.
I saw the house when we drove up. The fire pit is easily two hundred yards away. The sleigh is ten feet away.
I make a game-day decision and scoop up Isla and carry her back to the seat. “Rowan, what are you doing?” she asks, high-pitched and hopeful.
“What you want,” I say.
She licks her lips. “What you want too,” she counters.
“I always want you,” I say, and that feels more true by the goddamn day.
I set her down on the seat again, then head to the barn door. I shut it without a second thought and return to her.
“Rowan,” she says, but my name’s full of excitement, brimming with the thrill of getting caught as I climb in next to her, then cover her mouth with mine. I slide my thumb along her chin as I kiss her, swallowing her sighs, nipping the corner of her mouth, then biting her ear where I stop to whisper, “Love your mouth, sweetheart. But that’s not where I’m going to kiss you.”
A staggered breath escapes her lips, something like an oh mixed with an oh yes.
“Bet you’re already wet for me. Are you?”
She bites her lips, then nods. Her eyes are so big, so filled with dirty desires.
I get down on my knees in the back of the sleigh, then slide my hands up her sweater dress. “You and your sweater dresses. It’s like you fucking wanted me to eat you on a sleigh.”
Her head falls back as she nods. “I did, Rowan. I really did.”
She sounds so desperate, so needy, and it sends a hot spark of pleasure down my back and right to my cock.
I’m throbbing in my jeans. But I don’t fucking care about me right now. I care about making her feel incredible, as I leave a trail of open-mouthed caresses up her thigh, spreading her legs wider till I reach the slick, wet panel of her panties.
I flick my tongue against the lace. There. Right there. Where she’s soaked.
“Ahhh,” she murmurs.
“Quiet, sweetheart,” I warn, as I peel the fabric away, pushing it to the side, revealing her perfect, pink pussy. A groan rattles through me and I can’t wait to dive in. But I also need to protect her. I take a second, scanning the barn one more time, then tilting my head to listen. Satisfied we’re alone, I bury my face between her thighs.