Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
I giggled and then squealed when his hands came up to encircle my waist as he lifted me and settled me in that very saddle.
“Ride ’em, cowgirl,” he said once my eyes had stopped rolling with the pure ecstasy of feeling so incredibly filled as I sank down inch by inch until out bodies were nestled together.
“Giddyup,” I drawled and began to move.
It wasn’t perfect but its very imperfection made it the most perfect ride of my life. When he began to stroke my clit as I rode, I almost unseated myself from the jolt of electricity that shot straight through me.
His free hand tightened at my waist. “Whoa there, cowgirl.”
I opened my eyes for the first time in who knew how long and looked up to see him grinning. “I think that’s supposed to be my line.”
“Pardon me, ma’am, shall I cease?”
When I felt his finger leave my clit, I immediately grabbed his hand. “You do and I just might die.”
“Can’t have that,” he said. “Let’s see how you are at riding a bucking bronco.”
I didn’t have time to ask what that meant before he began to thrust his hips up as I came down, and as I felt my climax building and building, then burst through every cell in my body, I learned that I could last far longer than eight seconds as I rode that stallion until his bellow joined mine as we came together. As I lay sprawled across his chest, the sound of his pounding heart in my ear had me smiling.
“How’d I do, Daddy?”
“I hereby crown you the queen of the rodeo,” he said, dragging me up in order to kiss me before rolling to his side and then wrapping his arms around me.
I closed my eyes, thinking nothing could ever be more perfect than this moment until his lips brushed against my ear.
“I love you, my redheaded pixie queen.”
Turns out I was never so happy to be so very wrong.
Chapter Twenty-One
One Month Later
Lincoln
I glanced to my right and my heart caught in my throat yet again. Livvy’s hair flowed behind her like an auburn wave as she rode Calico across the field. She’d lost her hat within the first minute of our race. It had been a month since she’d set aside the crutches as her ankle healed. I knew it would take far longer to set aside all the painful memories of her past, but when she turned to look at me, the pure joy on her face told me she was well on her way.
“You’re gonna lose!” she taunted.
“Just giving you a head start,” I called back, not the least bit surprised to see her dig her heels into Calico’s side to urge the paint to go just a bit faster.
“You’re gonna let a girl beat you?”
I looked left to see Luther riding up.
“I don’t need to win the race, I’ve already won the girl,” I said. Then I cocked my head. “Though looks like you’re about to lose.”
He glanced behind him just in time to see Kate bending low over her horse’s neck as she raced by us both. Luther looked back at me and grinned. “How the hell did we get so damn lucky?”
“That’s all Dad’s doing,” I said as we slowed further to let the girls enjoy their race. “Without those lessons and his example, I’m pretty sure the only one I’d be racing on this ranch is your sorry ass.”
“I’ll have you know, my ass is considered quite fine.” he said. His pretense of being affronted was ruined by his huge grin.
“I wasn’t aware we had any ass connoisseurs on the ranch.” I looked around as if searching for one.
“Only need one and she’s that brunette who is about to whup your redhead’s butt.”
I turned to see the girls riding side by side and grinned. “They do make quite the sight don’t—oh hell, no!”
We took off at the exact same time, hitting a gallop at the very moment the girls’ horses took flight. I lost another ten years off my life until they landed safely on the other side of the fence.
“That girl isn’t gonna sit for a month!” I said as I urged Zephyr to go faster.
“Kate will be standing right beside her,” Luther said as Duke matched the pace.
By the time we’d reached the fence, the girls had recovered their senses enough to gradually slow their pace until the horses were walking. I had just dismounted when I saw Livvy looking over her shoulder, her mouth forming a perfect little “O”.
“That’s right, pixie, your ass is about to meet Daddy’s paddle.”
Luther stood right beside me as we both lifted a hand and quirked a single finger in that universal come here gesture.
“What the hell were they thinking?” Luther asked as the girls looked at each other, then at us, then across the adjacent pasture.