Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Then I finally stop and lean down. “You are a superstar,” I say, dismounting her and walking with her to the barn.
I spot Charlie and Emmett at the side of the fenced arena. Charlie has his coffee cup in his hand. “Morning.” I nod to him and then turn to Emmett.
The scowl on his face is plastered on. “One of these days, you’re going to end up on your ass,” he snaps before turning and storming into the barn area.
“Don’t mind him,” Charlie says. “Someone’s gotten under his skin, and he’s taking it out on you.”
I look back at Charlie. “I would really like to meet the one who got under his skin.” I try not to sound like the words sting.
He takes a sip of coffee. “I can introduce you to her one of these days. I just need a mirror.” He snickers, then turns and walks into the barn, leaving me speechless for a whole other reason.
Chapter Fifteen
EMMETT
I stop at my desk, grabbing my cup of coffee and bringing it to my lips as Charlie walks in with a smirk. A smirk I wish I could smack right off his face. “Well, I can see you are in a fine mood this morning.” He brings his own cup to his mouth and takes a sip. “Literally, she said good morning, and you jumped down her throat.”
I swallow the hot coffee, ignoring the stinging of the heat going down. “Did you see she almost fell off that horse twice?”
“No, she didn’t.” Charlie shakes his head. “She had complete control of her, and even Rosy was in control.” He looks at the barn door where Lilah is stomping away from us and toward her front office the long way instead of walking into the barn. “One of these days, she’s not going to be here to take your shit,” he states, and I feel like he just kicked me in my balls, and they went up to my stomach. “What are you going to do then?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer this. He turns and walks away toward his office, leaving me with my mouth hanging open and the thought of not seeing her every single day. That’s something I never thought would happen, but eventually, deep down inside, I know could happen.
“I am finished unloading all the hay,” Sammy announces. “I’m heading over to the other barn to take the horses out and get their legs moving.”
“Sounds good,” I tell him. He nods at me and walks away at the same time Lilah walks back into the barn and laughs when they almost bump into each other. My eyes stay glued to her, knowing now what she fucking tastes like and wanting it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life. I’ve always come to the conclusion that nothing in my life was ever guaranteed and, with Lilah, it’s exactly the way I thought it would always be. Me wanting her and never able to have her. It took one split second to let my guard down, and then my mouth was on hers. Hers was on mine, and that was it. It was the end for me. Or maybe the beginning. I sit down on my desk, putting the cup beside me and picking up the notepad to keep my mind off her, but it’s as if my body knows she is close by and is on full alert.
Her laughter now fills the barn, and the hair on the back of my neck perks up. “Can we get to work?” I don’t even bother looking up from my pad at her. Picking up my cup of coffee, I make the mistake of looking up, and she’s standing there with her hip cocked to the side, her arms crossed over her chest. The stance pushes her tits even higher, tits that were plastered against my chest last night, making my dick harder than fucking concrete. Her eyebrows are raised high, waiting for me to say something. She’s wearing a pair of jeans that look like they are painted on her. I’ve seen her wear jeans a hundred times before, but now they feel like they are taunting me. Her light brown Mustang Creek Ranch T-shirt fits her snug and stops right where the waist of her jeans starts. “Is there a problem?” Sammy just looks down at his boots, trying to figure out how to get out of this staredown.
She glares and snaps at the same time, “Someone definitely has a problem.” She turns, and her hair, which is usually tied up, is down and in long waves. “It’s the guy sitting on his desk, looking like he’s not working.” She walks away, swaying her hips, and my eyes go to the ass I had in my hand last night, pulling her even more into me. The memory of the kiss plays again in my head, just like it did all fucking night long. Just like it played this morning when I got out of bed. Just like it played when I got here and saw her on the fucking horse, and all I could think of was her riding my cock. I had to grit my teeth and count to fucking ten, ten times before I made it over the fence and watched her handle the horse better than most men who work for me. Needless to say, I didn’t handle it the way I should have.