Page 41 of Major Love

And for some reason his deep voice has warmth pooling in my stomach.

It takes me a moment to collect myself, and then I nod my head, releasing a shaky exhale as I return my gaze to the country road.

And then, because he withheld that insane information from me, I give him a little smack across the swollen muscles of his biceps.

Jason chuckles quietly, the gravelly sound deep and warm, and he flexes his hard muscles with a knowing smirk.

And when I glance up at him again, it’s just in time to catch him watching me.

“Eyes on the road, Mister,” I tease.

Laugh-lines flex in his cheeks. “Yes, ma’am.”

Chapter 10

Sunday

End of the Road Ranch is backdropped by the stunning Phoenix Falls mountains, the snowy peaks and frosted pines towering before us as we ride the pasture.

I stroke my fingers gently over the horse’s mane as he pads slowly across the ground, and I can feel his gentle appreciation as he carries me toward the base of the forest.

Jason was right. This stallion is really well behaved.

And the stallion who isn’t well behaved?

That’ll be the handsome guy who drove me here.

“Thought you said you could ride,” Jason calls back to me, that deep voice of his making my stomach flip. I give him a roll of my eyes and comb my stallion’s mane more affectionately.

Jason flashes me a grin before thrusting his horse into higher gear.

There’s no denying it.

Jason can freakingride.

His large quads splay outwards as he grips the reins in his fists, hips rocking relentlessly as he rides faster toward the mountains. He gains maybe thirty feet on me before pulling to a seamless stop, steering the enormous stallion one-eighty and beginning a slow ride back.

I’m impressed, amused, and surprised out of my mind that a guy as broad as Jason can move with so much grace and control.

And I’m definitely not thinking about what his riding abilities mean for any other physical areas of his life.

“What d’you think?” he asks, unable to restrain his smirk as I continue toward him. He brings his stallion to a stop but I just lift my chin, maintaining my composure.

He full-on grins as I ride effortlessly past him, the brush of his knee against mine making me shiver.

“Show off,” I murmur teasingly, just loud enough for him to hear, and his low chuckle sounds out behind me, making my stomach flutter with delight.

There may be snow in the mountains but it’s been a beautiful bright day on the ground, and with the thick tension heating the air? I’ve never been hotter.

I glance back at Jason over my shoulder and find his unwavering gaze already on mine.

I’d half expected him to be checking out my ass but, if our journey in his truck was anything to go by, it seems like he only does that when I can appreciate him doing it.

He manoeuvres his stallion beside mine, the reins looped casually over his tan fists as he matches my pace.

“Couldn’t resist,” he says simply in that beautifully deep voice of his.

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. “I can tell,” I reply.

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