Page 53 of Silent Heart

Immediately the urge to share it with him filled me. Not wanting to spook him, I made plans to do just that.

When I had enough to bake with, I checked my watch. It was time to ride back. No sooner had I pulled myself onto Lilac’s back than she stumbled.

I sprang down, nearly spilling the contents of the bag.

“What is it?” Kole asked briskly.

I held up the horseshoe that had fallen off. “I just had these replaced too.”

“Can she walk without it?”

I nodded. “But I had better not ride her.”

Kole held out his hand. “Come up.”

The protest was on the tip of my tongue, but Kole swept down and plucked me off the ground. I was of average height and build, by no means light. But this man lifted me as though I was a feather pillow.

There was not a lot of room in front of him. Nestled against his body, and basically sitting on his lap, I felt everything. He was solid and heat radiated off him. It was hard to say what was thigh muscle and what might be something else.

“You good?” His hot breath fanned against my ear.

I shivered. “Yes.”

His heel tapped against Governor’s belly. The first steps had me shifting up against the pommel. I had to stifle the gasp that rolled up my throat. This proximity was nothing short of torment.

Try as I might to stay still, I kept sliding forward, then…backward. I was grinding against Kole’s crotch, and it should have been impossibly hot. What I felt earlier was thigh. Because after a few times rocking back and forth, I pushed back against something thick, something hard—something impossible to mistake.

“Maybe I should just walk,” I rasped.

“Is that what you want?” Kole circled his arm around my waist.

Yes! No?This hot and cold was too hard. I couldn’t do it anymore. “Kole, what are we doing here?”

“Going along for the ride, baby.” His hand dipped lower.

This time, there was no hiding the noise that bubbled out of me. Kole pressed two fingers against the seam of my Wranglers. The pressure was perfect. He continued to rub my clit with exquisite skill.

Who knew riding could be so much fun?

“When I saw you in those boots, with the spurs on this time, I had to fight not to haul you straight to your room,” Kole growled against my ear. “They’re so fucking hot, Harley.”

I whimpered.

Kole urged Governor into a trot. I should have made him stop, but with the faster gait, the pleasure increased. Kole had me. He wasn’t going to let me fall.

I relaxed, letting every nerve focus on his touch.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

His voice was husky. “Yes, ma’am.”

The barrier of my jeans was enough to drive me mad. He was right there. So close! But not quite touching. I arched against him.

His teeth grazed down the shell of my ear. “The things you do to me, Harley.”

“What are they?” I stammered.

Kole used his palm to cup my entire pussy. The motion of the ride ground us together. Anticipation built. I strained against the confines of the saddle, the restriction of the jeans.

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