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We ride slowly through the fields of bunchgrass, and every couple of minutes we pause and enjoy the scenery.
“I like it here,” Ethan comments when I pull up alongside him. “The space, the quiet. I mean, it’s not too quiet with the animals and all, but still, it’s peaceful. Normally my brain is always running ahead of itself, but not now.”
“I worried maybe it would be too much. That you wouldn’t like it. Country life isn’t for everyone.”
“I figured city living would be my thing. But I was wrong.”
Does that mean he could picture himself living here? My heart wants to grab that dream and make it come true, but my head is telling me to be pragmatic.
“You’ll probably think I’m foolish, but I swear this place has magic,” I confess.
“I believe it. I read that there’s a vortex in Aura.”
I nod.
“The old silver mine. Some locals claim they’ve seen ghosts there. Not only that, but the minerals in the site have healing properties. We’ll go out there while you’re here. We can head into town too, if you want to buy some boots.”
Ethan grins at me.
“It’s a date.”
I bring Whiskey as close to Whisper as I can get.
“Come here,” I encourage Ethan as I lean toward him.
“I won’t fall?”
“No. Promise.”
Our mouths meet in a tender kiss that leaves me hot and breathless.
“See? You’re a natural. Still on the horse,” I whisper. “And now we’re going to find a secluded spot to rest.”
“But I’m not tired.”
“You will be when I’m done with you.”
Ethan’s laughter echoes in the wind.
“Lead the way, Sugar.”
It takes us another ten minutes to ride to one of my favorite spots by the river. There’s no one out here but us, and once I get the horses settled, I grab a blanket from my saddlebag and spread it out.
I’ve barely got the blanket set to rights before Ethan playfully grabs me and we tumble onto it.
“No more teasing,” he groans as he rocks his hips into mine.
My semi turns to a raging hard-on, and fuck, I need him. He slides one hand down my back and over my hips, tugging on my chaps.
“Baby, you should wear leather every day.”
“I’d rather wear you.”
“I’m on board with this plan,” he chuckles, then manhandles me until I’m flat on my back and he’s covering me. “I need to touch you.”
We’re a frenzied tangle as we yank at each other’s belt buckles and zippers. I spit in my hand and delve it into his briefs, reaching for his cock and giving it several fast, firm pulls. Ethan’s guttural moan makes me shiver in response. He dips his talented hands into my jeans, one gripping my ass cheek, the other my dick.
“Never enough.” Ethan takes my lips in a scorching kiss. “I can’t ever get enough.”
