Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Our first horse arrives today.
Payton submitted our contact information to the state along with our official open date, but I really didn’t expect to have a horse within twenty-four hours.
On my way out to my truck, I pass my dad, who quickly stops me. “Want me to come with you?” He can sense when I’m overwhelmed and anxious.
“Nah. Game Warden Langston isn’t supposed to arrive for another forty-five minutes,” I explain. “Plus, Payton’s meetin’ me there to help unload the horse. Elle’s supposed to show up and do a physical since we don’t know what kind of condition Fancy is in. Elle said to imagine the worst, and you know how my mind wanders.”
Dad studies me, knowing how sensitive I was as a kid when it came to animals. It’s how I knew I’d never become a vet like my cousin Elle and preferred to focus on training.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to text me. I’ll drop whatever I’m doin’ and head right over,” he offers.
“Thanks. I’ll keep you updated,” I say, then go to my truck.
I selfishly hope to get to chat with Payton alone. He knows how to bring me back down to earth.
When I pull up to the bright-red building, I read the sign that Grandma Bishop insisted on being on the outside—Circle B Ranch Horse Rescue & Sanctuary.
It warms my heart to see it.
Payton turns into the driveway and parks next to me a few minutes later. My heart rate quickens as soon as he steps out of the truck and meets my eyes. His lips slide up into a cute grin, and I have to stop myself from reacting.
“Too bad we don’t have time to celebrate this monumental day.” I waggle my brows.
He immediately gets what I’m referring to, and even though we’re out of my ovulation window, neither of us seems to care. Payton takes my hand and leads me inside the barn. The stalls are already prepped with fresh hay. He climbs up the ladder to the loft, and I follow him.
“What’re we doin’ up here?” I ask, noticing the hay is completely stocked.
Payton undoes his belt, then his jeans. The thought of him taking me here has me squeezing my thighs together. Electricity streams through me as he takes a few steps forward, hard as a fucking rock.
“Get naked, Kate,” he says in a husky tone. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
I suck in a deep breath, needing this more than I want to admit. I move to the back of the loft just in case Elle or the game warden arrives, then I lower my riding pants and panties down to my ankles.
Payton follows, then spins me around and bends me over a hay bale. He eagerly rubs his finger through my wet slit before pushing the tip of his erection between my folds. Once he slams into me, I see white. I arch into him with each thrust, slamming back against his hips. As he fucks me hard, he wraps an arm around and fists my breast, adding pain to the intense pleasure my body craves from him.
I read an article that explained when you enjoy sex, your body prepares itself to accept sperm, so you’ll get pregnant.
We set the rules, even though we're currently breaking one of them. No sex unless I’m ovulating, but neither of us seems to care. Now, we’re teetering on the boundary line and fucking for the joy of it.
His grunts grow deep as he pounds harder into me. I gasp for air, my body trembling as the orgasm threatens to push me over the edge. Seconds later, he covers my mouth with his hand and brings his lips to my ear.
“Keep it down. You can scream my name later when my lips are between your thighs, you Little Devil.”
“Say it again,” I demand when he uncovers my mouth. I’m unhinged with pleasure, ready to explode on his cock.
“You’re my Little Devil, always tempting me with your sweet pussy,” he mutters, then slaps my ass while keeping his pace. My legs nearly give out, but he wraps his arm around my waist and steadies me. Then a moment later, he sinks deeper and fills my pussy. We stay connected, and I melt into him, enjoying how much his warmth consumes me.
When he pulls out, I flip and lie on my back, feeling drunk from the high. He falls back next to me, both of us gasping for air.
“That was so hot,” I blurt out, turning my head to meet his hooded eyes. “But we probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“Do you regret it?” he asks, his expression flat.
I chew on my bottom lip. “No, do you?”
Without a word, he shakes his head.
Once we’ve caught our breaths, Payton pulls a pack of wipes from his back pocket, and we quickly clean up. I love a man who comes prepared. Just as I’m adjusting my riding pants, I hear Elle yell from the barn entryway.