Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Sleep wasn’t peaceful, though. Hell, it was anything but peaceful with thoughts of Molly prancing around. She was naked and riding my cock, eyes sparkling with fire as she came apart around me. She was on her knees, begging me to give her more. She was rubbing my back or curling up beside me on the sofa during one of those rare occasions I actually made time to watch a movie.
My dreams were filled with Molly, and not just naked, which was more alarming than anything else. Except when I woke up with my chest heaving, it wasn’t fear that gripped me.
It was excitement.
It was arousal.
Chapter 11
Molly
Even now, hours after it happened, I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. Every time I closed my eyes, even blinked, there it was—or should I say there we were, with our bodies pressed against one another as we attacked each other’s mouths. It was such a hot, spontaneous encounter that my nipples were hard all day, and just remembering his big hands on my body made my panties wet and had sweat trickling down my spine.
I’ve been thinking about tasting you all week. My body shivered as those whisper-growled words played over and over in my mind. No man had ever talked so dirty to me, so bluntly, which was strange considering how many had tried to talk their way into my pants. Thinking about Colton’s hands and his dirty words had me distracted all morning as I went through alphabets and numbers with Hunter.
“Okay, kiddo, that’s enough for the morning. What do you say we go see Peanut Butter?”
Hunter’s big green eyes widened in surprise and then sparkled with joy. “Yes, please!” He jumped to his feet, practically bouncing on his toes. “You mean it?”
I stood much slower and nodded. “Yep. I think we need some sunshine and fresh air.” And I hoped the breeze would cool my overheated skin, and maybe watching him on the pony would give me something else to think about.
We got our shoes on and trudged down the steps hand in hand. “You think Billy’s gonna let me run today?”
I smiled. “I don’t know. All we can do is ask, right?”
He nodded, but he wasn’t hopeful. “Okay.” By the time we made it to the stables, Hunter’s spirits were lifted as he greeted Peanut Butter. “Hey, Peanut Butter, I snuck you an apple. Don’t tell Molly,” he said loud enough for me to hear.
“Hey, Mols.” Billy strolled up like a handsome cowboy straight out of a Hollywood western. It was too bad he didn’t make my heart race the way Colton did.
“Hi, Billy. How goes horsing around?”
He smiled at my silly wordplay. “Good in here. Not so good out by the fences where the goats got tangled.”
“Oh no! Are they all right?” Those goats were adorable and so affectionate, and I hated to hear they were hurt.
“A little scraped up, but they’re good. With the vet right now.”
“That’s good.” Poor Colton was probably upset and angry that he hadn’t prevented it.
“Yeah,” he nodded as he helped Hunter saddle Peanut Butter and led them out of the stable. “Something is weird about it according to Wyatt, but he didn’t say much more about it.”
“Weird how?”
“The way they were tangled up; apparently, it was unnatural.” He shrugged and grabbed the lead rope before motioning for Hunter to get on the pony, which he managed to do on his own.
“Did you see that, Molly?”
“I did. You’re becoming more of a cowboy with each passing day.” I watched the beautiful smile that lit up Hunter’s face as he rode around the paddock, sitting perfectly and moving with the pony. My thoughts shifted to Colton and the goats. Unease settled into the pit of my stomach, and I couldn’t say why, but I was determined to shake it off. Colton would be exhausted after being up all night with the goats, and a little grumpy, so after pony time, I put together ingredients for a slow cooker chili.
“Now what?” Hunter popped up beside me, smiling with all of his teeth on display.
“Now we’re going to learn a little bit of life science: flowers and plants, grass, bugs, and trees. How does that sound?”
“Let’s go!”
One of the things I loved about kids at Hunter’s age was just how excited they were to learn new things. I hoped he never lost that feeling, like a new world was opening up. He listened carefully when I explained about the bee sitting on the flowers in the meadow. He laughed until he cried when the butterfly landed on his nose and got mud everywhere when we dug our hands into the mud.
It was a fun day full of education and outdoors, which gave me plenty to distract me from thoughts of that fiery kiss with Colton. Did it technically qualify as a make-out session since our bodies were all over each other? Heat flamed my cheeks just thinking about Colton. My boss. Hunter’s dad.