Page 33 of Big Booze Boss

While we munch on protein bars for breakfast and share the bottle of milk, we agree to go to the pasture and stake out the least lumpy section for the tents. Then we agree we need to practice the lift at the end of the dance. Blaze isn't concerned that he will hurt his thumb or that he will drop me. He's concerned that the height he has to lift me will be difficult for me to maintain balance, and I won't be able to pull it off.

"Are you forgetting I was a cheerleader?" I remind him.

"Nope. I remember. I always stood at the end where I could watch you." His eyebrows raise. "But it's been a few years, and it may not be like riding a bike."

"Well, that's true." I scrunch my face.

"We can practice in the hay in the barn, so if it doesn't work out, you'll have a soft landing."

"Perfect!" I grin at him.

"So, how are we going to arrive at the hotel without showing up together?"

He says, "We'll drive in together to the bar. I'll have Larry drive you over. Then I'll wait ten minutes or so and make a grand entrance."

I grin, "And what about coming back?"

"I'll leave before you do and come back to the bar to wait for you. When I get here, Larry return to get you."

"Sounds solid."

Down at the barn, Blaze gives Mookie Duke a pail of milk instead of the bottle. When he's finished drinking his fill, Blaze releases him with the other horses into the north pasture. He's happy and carefree, chasing the other two foals in the herd around.

He and I walk out into the pasture where the ceremony will take place and mark off with little red flags where we decide is the best place. Then we go back into the barn, where Blaze scatters bales of hay into the bay area, and we practiced the lift.

It takes quite a few times for us to get it right. I miss the timing of the jump and stumble into him. He's so strong my body only bounces off. Then I flex my body too early, and he struggles to get my weight over his head. But he's strong enough to succeed. However, he staggers, finding the sweet spot of balancing me. And I fight to hold my planking position, knowing if I collapse it, I will fall into the hay. And although it's intended to be a soft landing spot, I know it isn't from this distance. Blaze is 6'3", and I'm hovering nearly eight feet off the ground. Nothing about the hay looks like a soft landing from up here. But not once does Blaze drop me. And before too long, we have our timing down.

"Last time, then let's take a break. I need to check my messages," I tell him.

He grins, "Okay."

I run the short distance. A few feet from him, I spring into the jump. He catches me and lifts me. I sail upward, and right before I reach the top of the lift, I arch my back and stiffen my legs, giving him a fulcrum point to balance me. As soon as I feel my weight shift onto his hands, I reach out and fly!

Then he lowers me carefully down, but instead of letting my body slide over his, he dips me down so he can suck my tit. "OH, DEAR LORD!" I exclaim. The sweet, tickling sensation of his hot mouth on my unsuspecting nipple sends pulsating waves of pleasure from the top of my head to all ten toes.

He lets it go before my body reacts and slides me down to stare into his dancing eyes and player grin. "I couldn't resist! Those dangling morsels are tempting from the bottom angle."

I laugh, "Good thing tomorrow night, I'll have on a dress."

"Maybe. Maybe not." And I see the inked bad-boy baseball player he's become. "Clothes won't matter now that I've tasted them."

"You wouldn't dare!" I state, alarmed that he absolutely would!

"You already know the answer to that, Breezy, baby."

"God." I swat at him, "Thanks for adding that to the list of shit I have to worry about."

He laughs, "No need to worry. It'll be out of your control."

"Come on. Let's go to the entrance and cover theTrespassers will be shot on sightsign."

"I'll get a sack." He says and goes into the saddle room. He comes out with an empty feed sack.

We load up in the Jeep and drive up to the house. I run inside and grab my phone and throw on a shirt and a pair of shorts. When I come out, he pouts. "That ain't no fun."

"Hush! Don't be a big baby. I've got work to do, and I can't do it half-naked." I slide into the seat next to him, and we go down to the highway.

My phone doesn't connect until we're at the paved road. I answer Jenny's text message that they are air bound and the flight is on schedule with a request to let me know when they land. While he gets out and grabs the sack. I watch his gorgeous body tromping through the underbrush to reach the sign and then climbing onto a rock next to it to tie it around, hiding it. And it hits me that this is the last day we get to spend together. I fly home Sunday.

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