Page 61 of Gotta Dig Deep
“Oh, hush you.” She placed one hand over his mouth. “I get it. You see things in me that I don’t. I’ll just believe and be happy.”
“See, you’re also super smart.” He kissed her fingertips. “So, what’s on the agenda for the day?”
“Workwise, we’ve got some fencing to check. Just a precaution, but it’s heading into the time of year for storms, and I want to make sure we don’t have any deadfalls ready to come down. It’s a pain in the ass to get cattle back in normally, but in the middle of a storm, it’s nigh-on impossible.”
“Gonna let me drive my own ATV, or want me behind you?”
“As enticing as it is to have you ride with me, motorcycle man, we’ll need both of the vehicles along with the little wagons for supplies.” She paused to take a drink. “You should look at your bike, and we can see about ordering whatever parts are needed to get it running. I’d like to see you upright and riding again.”
“Again?” He didn’t bother trying to hide his surprise. “When did you see me before?”
“I was on my way through town as you were headed out. I waved at you. You know how small-town girls always lift a hand at every vehicle, but you didn’t see me.”
“I was blind, then. How could I have missed you?” He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “And then, you rode to my rescue like a princess on a white horse.”
“Turnabout’s fair play, right?” She was giggling.
“Absolutely,” he agreed, draining his mug. “I’m going to get a shower.” Without giving it too much thought, he offered, “Want to join me?”
“Love to,” she said quickly and set her mug aside. “That’ll wake me up faster than caffeine any day.”
Horse did his level best to ensure she was wide awake by the time he entered her, water beating down on them both. With both her forearms wedged against the tile wall, he covered her back, thrusting up hard and fast. It didn’t take long to make her come the first time. Horse worked leisurely to bring her to the edge a second time, heads turned to the side so he could muffle her cries with his mouth. She nearly melted as he pulled out, stripping the condom off in a single motion. It only took a couple of pulls for his orgasm to hit hard, and he’d striped her back and ass with white streaks.
Seeing his release on her skin like that set off a sense of powerful possessiveness in him, and Horse reached down and rubbed it into her skin before shifting them to let the water clean everything off. The water ran to cool by the time they climbed out of the shower and fell back into her bed.
The chores waited until mid-afternoon, and he wasn’t upset by that delay at all.
This was his woman, his perfect match. Gunny and Blackie could talk about soul mates, and from this day forward, he’d agree with them. No argument.
Glenna was it for him. He’d known it before, but this had morphed into a soul-deep understanding, unlocking something inside him.
Chapter Sixteen
Horse
“We got movement.” Retro’s voice was as clipped and cold as his Southern drawl could be and Horse closed his eyes as he listened intently. “There are a fuckin’ big bunch of small groups headed your way. They’ve been sighted in Alabama, Tennessee, and Mississippi, and I’ve got confirmed intel they’realltalking about East Texas as a destination. I’m gonna inform Blackie, Mason, Twisted, Wrench, and Po’Boy next, and Jesus but that’s a fuckin’ mouthful—but wanted to get the news to you first. Way these assholes are working their way across country, and with what they’re sayin’, I’m less confident than I’d like to be that this is the only wave of members on their way. Could be we missed a few groups. These ones are followin’ backroads, and it was only chance that I had tipped off people who were in the right place to see ’em.”
“And you’ve confirmed Longview is the target?” Horse made his shoulders relax down, lifting his head and breathing deeply. “That’s for sure?”
“East Texas. That’s the word, but knowin’ they’re invested in that spread near you, I have no doubts of their destination. Not the FRMC mother clubhouse, because even the Devil Monsters wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that.” Retro sighed and Horse wished this was a video call, so he could see the man’s expression. “However, we both need to remember that as shocked and disappointed we are that they’re stupid enough to try and set up a charter in that territory, so could be we’re all underestimating the level of idiocy they hold in their fuzz-brained heads. I doubt it, but it could happen that we got something wrong. That’s why I’m leveling with every club president with a presence and interest in the region.”
“Roger that.” He blew a soft raspberry. “Just when I’d been hopin’ they’d seen the fault and error of their ways.”
“Naw, brother. They ain’t smart enough for that. Like I heard repeated the other day, takes a hella lesson to learn some people.” Retro’s voice adopted a brisk diction. “Gonna let you go, man. Got a lot of fuckin’ calls to make and fast.”
“Respect, Retro. And gratitude.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll hit Blackie up for payment.”
They were both laughing as the call disconnected.
“News?” Glenna asked from the doorway behind him.
Horse had stepped out onto the stoop off the kitchen door to take the call, and he hadn’t heard the door latch behind him. Which meant Glenna had overheard at least some of his side of the call.
He turned to look at her, his position on the steps putting him eye level with her. His woman was stunning standing there in an unbuttoned shirt with the tails trailing just at the top of her thighs. She had on panties, but nothing else, so her body was framed by white material. With dark tousled hair tumbling around her shoulders, arms bare to the elbow, and a defiant fist planted on each hip, she looked like a warrior princess ready to jump into battle.
Or jump into bed.
