Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I don’t think I’ll ever have it in me to ever tell her no. She can hunt for eggs all day long if it makes her happy.
“Have you ever ridden a horse?” I ask.
“When I was a girl,” she says, nodding as she rubs her hand down Maverick’s neck. “I’d be rusty. When I was under contract, I wasn’t allowed to ride or do anything that might cause an injury.”
“I’m surprised they didn’t insist that you walk around in bubble wrap.”
She snorts and wrinkles her nose, and I can’t keep away from her anymore, so I cross to her and grab her braid, loving how soft her hair feels under my palm.
“They probably would have loved that idea,” she agrees, leaning back into my touch.
“It’s sexy as fuck having you on my farm, Irish.”
She turns away from the horse and loops her arms around my waist, staring up at me with happy eyes and lips that I could lose myself in.
“I enjoy being here,” she says softly. “We should probably go back to the house and check on Riley.”
She requested that we leave the dog at the house so she didn’t have to worry about him and could fully enjoy the tour. It surprised me and made me feel good because that meant she trusted her safety with me.
“In a minute. First, I think I’ll fuck you in this barn.”
Her jaw drops, her pupils dilate, and her arms tighten around me in response.
“Don’t hate that idea, do you?”
“No, I don’t hate it,” she admits, “but someone could walk in. You have employees all over the place.”
I gave explicit instructions for everyone to steer clear of this barn for the next hour, but I don’t tell her that.
Instead, I grin down at her.
“Then you’d better be quiet, Irish.”
She hums deep in her throat as I lower my mouth to hers, her lips already open and ready for me. She purrs—fucking purrs—and grips my shirt with her fists before gliding them around to the front of my jeans, and I steal both hands in mine, then kiss them.
“If you touch me,” I growl against her neck as I keep her hands in mine between us, “I’ll lose control, and I’m doing my best to keep it together here.”
“Well, damn,” she whispers, making me grin against her skin. I nibble her pulse point and glide my tongue up to the shell of her ear.
“You smell so fucking good.”
Skyla whimpers, and it makes my cock twitch in my jeans.
“I’m going to make you come undone. I’m going to make you feel things that you never have before. Keep your hands at your sides.”
Letting her hands go, I frame her face so I can kiss her, but her sweet little hands land on my stomach, and it makes me feral.
Jesus, just one touch from this woman, and I want to wreck her in the most carnal, delicious ways. But I don’t want to send her running for the hills.
“Nope.” After having her hands removed once more, Skyla pouts, sticking out her lower lip, and I bite it. “Since you won’t follow directions, I’m going to restrain you.”
I’m staring into her lust-filled eyes to get her reaction, and she bites that pillow of a bottom lip as her eyes widen.
“If you ever want me to stop, you say so, and it immediately ends. Understand?”
“Yes, Beckett.”
Jesus fucking Christ on a stick.
My eyes slowly close as my blood heats, and I blindly reach out for a leather horse lead and guide Skyla over to a pole in the middle of the room.
“Grab the pole.”
She frowns, her eyes bouncing between me and the rough wood. “How?”
I move up behind her and let my hand drift over her hip and up her side, and she trembles under my hand. “I want you to bend over and grab that pole for me.”
“I still have my jeans on.”
Grinning against her neck, I drag my nose back and forth over her skin, making it pebble up in goose bumps.
“I don’t fucking care, Irish.”
Letting out a shaky breath, she leans forward, sticking her perfect peach of an ass out, and grabs the pole.
“I’m going to tie you there,” I inform her. “Okay?”
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in her breathless response, so I wrap the thin leather around her wrists in a figure eight before securing it around the pole. I check to make sure that she can’t slip out of it but also that it’s not cutting off her blood flow.
“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. I love that I have control of her. That I can pleasure and enjoy her until I’m ready for her to return the favor.
Her sweatshirt has ridden up, exposing the smooth flesh of her lower back, and I press wet kisses there, making her moan. Reaching around, I unfasten her jeans and work them over her ass and down her hips to mid-thigh, where I’ll leave them.