Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
A body I’ve had my hands and mouth on more times than I damn well should have. Don’t get me wrong, my eyes didn’t so much as skate below her neck when she was younger. Things changed one night after she turned eighteen. The sway of her body and the lingering looks she gave me at a bonfire flipped a switch. When Sienna walked through the tree line, tossing a look over her shoulder, it didn’t take me more than a few seconds to disengage from the conversation with JW. I tossed my empty beer bottle in the trash can and went after the woman who had me following her every move. My brother didn’t miss a beat, told me to be careful with that one, referring to the reckless idea of me going after Sienna. But JW couldn’t have stopped me if he tried.
Sienna Ellison is as spirited as a wild horse. Trying to rope her would be like trying to rope the moon. Except I got a taste, more than once, and the only reason my ass didn’t follow her to college is because I let her sway my opinion to pack up and go with her. She pushed me away, and every time I’d try to pull her back, all it did was tear her up. Eventually, I quit trying, and when she tried to keep us together, well, my mind was already made up, leaving us a damn mess. Sienna was so pissed at me by then, she took to ignoring me and the whole situation. We were young, her much more so than me. I’m pretty sure my maturity wasn’t the best even while being older than the woman I love. Sienna, though, she was more mature than me, and I had a lot to learn by losing her. I did the only thing I could do—let her go. And she’s been pissed at me ever since.
“Are you even listening to me, dickhead?” Amos barks out. My time down memory lane is over, probably for the better. A few more moments, and I’d have been reliving the moment I took Sienna for the first time only to be screwed further.
“Yeah, yeah. I hear you loud and clear.” He’s got the lead ropes in his hand, probably getting ready to ride the fence line to check for any breaks.
“Then what did I say?”
“That you’re an idiot, should have never let Sienna come back. The same song and dance you say on a weekly basis since she’s dug her heels in the ground and told you what she will and won’t be doing because of what you said.” I put Amos in his place. My mind might have wondered to his sister being naked, but I can damn sure multitask.
“Asshole, you always could do that shit.” Amos shakes his head in disgust. I don’t say anything, instead cock my head to the side a bite and arch my eyebrow. “Yeah, I know. Medicine helps.” I’ll likely be on it my whole damn life, and the days I don’t take medicine for my attention deficit hyperactivity disorder is when I never sit down, which is why I try not to ever forget it. But there are times when my metabolism runs through the medicine faster and usually then I’m not near as focused. “Alright, let me hear what you have to say, then you go your way, and I’ll go mine. I still hope you'll have a daughter.”
“Payback's a bitch, Amos, don’t you forget it either.”
“Don’t I know it,” he replies. We get down to this new business venture and what we’re going to do about the new herd I’ll be picking up today. And if I happen upon a certain dark-haired beauty, well, my day will be more than made.
TWO
SIENNA
This is going against everything I’ve said to the girls from the Johnson ranch and how I wanted to gain his attention. Kind of hard to do that when the minute I see Trey, I sneak away like a schoolgirl would from their first crush. Which wouldn’t you know, Trey Johnson is exactly that. He’s my first everything. First crush, first boyfriend, except it’s kind of hard to put the word boy with anything related to Trey. He’s a man, all six foot plus, sinewed muscle, dark hair, and sapphire eyes. Trey gave me my first kiss, a real kiss, not the peck here or there from school-age boys. Anytime a date would try and push for more, I ducked for cover. No way did I want my first memorable kiss to be wet and slobbery like a dog or cow licking your face. No thank you.
I set my plan in action. My birthday being in April, graduation would happen the following month, and the parties would begin. All I had to do was sit and wait until Trey appeared. I knew he would. He and Amos always kept a watchful eye out in the woods. Amos being the protector and father figure in my life meant I could do more than most, but he’d be watching while I did it. He’d never supply the alcohol or drugs the kids would consume. He’d only watch to make sure nobody set the woods or themselves on fire, and truck keys were taken away when they rolled in. Amos and Trey held down the fort. They’d let kids my age and at college pitch a tent and blow some steam off.