Page 54 of Head Over Spurs

“Okay,” she managed. “Yes. Yes.” She was already right there at the brink again. It wouldn’t take long to give him what he wanted.

He smiled against her lips as he pounded into her with moreurgency. They were nearing his own release, and the possessive side of her wanted to know that he left himself inside her when he left for camp too.

“Come with me,” he instructed. And her greedy body obliged. Greedy for his commanding presence, greedy for his dick. She threw her head back and moaned his name as they came together. Twin shutters and heavy breathing, perfectly in unison.

Riley pressed his forehead against hers, still cradling her against his body. Her legs had dropped from their tangled hold around him, too tired to hold on any longer.

But he had her.

Riley was steady. And steadily carving out a space in her heart.

He kissed the tip of her nose. Her cheek. Her closed eyelids.

She opened her eyes to catch his expression. It was soft, admiring. “Riley—” she started as a knock on the door filled the air.

“Seriously. I won’t be able to keep your secret if you’re doing this shit,” Cooper’s voice shouted through the door. “Put your dick away and let’s go.”

She dropped her head back as a laugh escaped her. “I guess it’s time for you to put your dick away and go.”

But damn, she was just close to telling him things that had been on her heart.

24

JULES

Lucky shifted in his sleep, the cushion of hay beneath him rustling. A few hours had passed since Riley left, the sun high in the sky, and her stomach grumbling with need.

She should go get food. Stretch her legs. But leaving her foal was proving difficult.

What if something happened while they were both gone? What if he needed her?

“Jules?”

She looked up to find Maddie leaning over the stall door. Her phone in hand.

“Your mom is trying to get in touch with you?”

Rising from the bedroll, she wiped at the errand strands of straw clinging to her jeans. This was inevitable after how they left things last night, especially after the three calls to her own phone that she had ignored.

Accepting the cell from her friend, Jules held it up to her ear and greeted her mother.

“Hello, glad Maddie was able to track you down for me.”

“What’s up, Mom? There’s something that I’m needing to take care of over here.”

“I’m still in town. Any chance we could part ways from this visit on a better note?”

Her stomach answered for her. The resounding growl demanded she go to lunch. “Sure, I’ll meet you at Norma’s—a little pizza place in the center of town.”

It was time to finish what she started anyway. Riley made it look so easy last night, telling her mother exactly what he thought. And while his tact was probably far better than she could manage, Jules felt a tug to try and do the same.

Norma’s was a hidden gem, much like the rest of Sterling Ridge. It had all the personality of a big city restaurant, with its trendy specials and quippy neon signs hung on concrete and exposed brick walls. But it also had the charm of small-town living, with warm staff that would remember your name after your first visit.

Removing the cowboy hat from atop her head, Jules tugged open the front door and stepped into the moody ambiance with which she was quickly starting to feel familiar. With a wave to the pizzeria’s owner at his post behind the bar, she crossed over to the booth occupied by Francine.

The Rolling Stones song drowned out the click of her boots against the honed concrete floor, and she managed to slide into the seat across her mother before catching her attention.

“Oh, my. You’re here,” Francine said in surprise. She had a glass of white wine before her and an e-reader in her hand.

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