Page 148 of Lost Then Found
I grin, dragging my mouth down the slope of her neck, nipping at the spot that makes her breath hitch. “I’ve got a few ideas.”
Her fingers skate down my chest, teasing, lingering at my waist. “Yeah?” She tilts her head, eyes glinting. “Care to share?”
I shift beneath her, rolling my hips just enough to make her feel me, already hard against her thigh. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t mind puttin’ you through your paces,” I say, my voice rough, teasing. “Make sure you really know how to ride.”
She raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering across her face. “Did you really just say that? To me?”
I chuckle, trailing a hand down her spine. “What? You worried you can’t keep up?”
Lark scoffs, shoving at my chest as she slips out of bed. “Hold on. If we’re doing this, I need to get into character.”
I push up onto my elbow, eyes tracking her as she moves across the room—bare-ass naked, not a care in the damn world. Her long blonde hair falls in waves down her back, skimming the soft curve of her waist,her hips, her ass.
She opens the closet like she’s not killing me, flips through hangers, grabs something off the top shelf—and turns around, slipping a Stetson onto her head like it belongs there.
I freeze.
Because she’s standing there, naked as hell, in nothing but a cowboy hat—and fuck me, I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.
Long legs, flushed skin, that cocky little smirk on her lips like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
She’s every goddamn cowboy fantasy that’s ever existed
Lark laughs, the sound bright and teasing, before she runs at me, her bare feet light against the hardwood.
I barely have time to register the sound of her feet before she’s back in the bed—naked, and launching herself on top of me. Her mouth is everywhere—my jaw, my neck, my lips—kissing me like she’s already decided how this is going to end.
I grip her waist, try to roll her under me, but she plants both palms on my chest and holds me there.
“Uh-uh,” she whispers against my mouth.
I lean back just enough to look at her. “No?”
She smirks, tilts the brim of the Stetson down just enough to shadow her eyes—like she’s about to ruin me all over again and knows it.
“You said you wanted to see if I could still ride,” she says, shifting her hips right over my cock, dragging a groan out of me that I don’t even try to hold back. “So sit back, cowboy—let me show you how it’s done.”
My stomach tightens, heat curling low and thick, because fuck, she’s so damn beautiful—so wild and confident and mine.
She’s straddling me with ease, her fingers dragging slow over my chest, her body warm and soft above mine.
I smirk and drag my hands up her thighs, gripping her waist. My cock’s already throbbing, my pulse pounding hard beneath my skin as I look up at her—completely bare, completely in control.
It’s hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I flex my grip on her waist and grin. “Ride on, cowgirl.”
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By the time the sun is fully up, I’m already knee-deep in a mess.
A section of fence along the north pasture is down—snapped clean through in a storm last night—and half a dozen of our cattle took the opportunity to go wandering. The fence has to be fixed before we lose any more, and the ones that are already loose need rounding up before they get too far.
It’s nothing we haven’t dealt with before, but it’s a pain in the ass.
Covey and Walker are already on horseback, circling wide to push the cattle back toward the ranch. Ridge is beside me, dragging a fresh set of posts from the bed of the truck, his movements quick and efficient.
“Tell me why this shit always happens first thing in the morning,” he mutters, tossing me a pair of gloves.
