Page 59 of Fake Dating an Orc Cowboy

Ostor reached for my hand, folding it into his own. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes . . .” The word stumbled out.

“Then it’s time to ride, my little one.” He wrapped his hands around my waist and tossed me up onto Balo’s spine, gently settling me in place.

“Oh no, no, no,” I flailed. “Where do I put my hands? Wait—where do I put my feet?”

“Let them hang.” In one leap, Ostor vaulted gracefully up behind me, his taut abdomen pressing against my back. His arms encircled my waist, steadying me, and he leaned close, his voice rumbling in my ear. “Are you ready, love?”

It wasn’t just the sorhox that made my heart race. It was the full weight of his words. Love. My chest swelled as I leaned back against him, relaxing into his embrace. “I am.”

With a nudge of his heels, he set the sorhox into motion. Its massive hooves struck the earth like boulders as it galloped, and soon, the tourist town faded behind us. As the creature broke into a smooth, powerful gait, Ostor’s arousal pressed against my back.

“Are you always like this when you ride?” A crooked grin curved my lips as I leaned further into his body.

“Only when I’m with you,” he said.

As the sun started to set, streaking the sky with pink and orange, the sorhox carried us toward a horizon filled with promise.

“Yeehaw,” I cried, lifting my arms over my head.

Ostor curled around me to kiss my cheek.

There wasn’t anything better than loving an orc cowboy.

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