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“Sorry, big boy,” I tell Prince, letting my knuckles push forward to rub his neck, massaging the muscles just the way he likes. “You’ve been so good for me. Want to try a canter?”
His ears prick forward at the word canter, and he prances eagerly. Using the reins, and a little pressure from my inside leg, I guide him out toward the rail, finding my seat before signaling him into a gentle lope. The smooth motion sets my heart pounding, and my hair tickles my back as it flows freely behind me, rippling in the wind. Prince has come so far in the week we’ve been training together, and all of my riding prowess seems to be returning. A piece of myself I never thought I would have time for again. A laugh rings from my lips when he picks up the pace and the wind whips across my face. The horse is having fun, but still listening, so I allow it. Before too long, I rein him in, slowing to a walk. Time to end on a good note.
“He’s looking good.” A deep, masculine voice startles me, causing Prince to shy below me. Using my hands, I soothe him back to a relaxed walk.
“Thank you,” I reply, looking over to see Jeremy’s eldest brother, Adam, scrutinizing the horse. Well, that explains the feeling of being watched. My shoulders sag in relief; this I can handle.
“They respond to you. Know you have a job, but if you want to ditch it to train full time, let me know,” he says, dropping that little bomb before striding quickly into the barn. My mouth gapes open in shock as the possibilities whir in my mind. Quit my job? Work with horses full-time? Stay here forever?
But Prince pulls me out of my thoughts, stomping his hoof on the ground with a loud thud. “Alright. Let’s cool you down and get some treats.” He tosses his head up and down, fully approving of the idea, and I lean forward and swing my leg over his back before sliding gently to the ground.
The earth softly cushions my feet, and as soon as they touch, my phone buzzes in my pocket. With Theo in school, I check the notification right away; pleasantly surprised to see Jeremy’s name.
Jeremy
On my way back. I have a surprise for you.
Tendrils of anticipation electrify my body.
Me
What kind of surprise?
Jeremy
The kind where I want you naked on your bed, already wet for me.
Better hurry, Sugar.
Oh. Hell. Yes.
Jeremy had been treating me like glass for a few days after Theo’s rescue. So, I took matters into my own hands the other night, and from the looks of it, he got the message.
Time to get this show on the road.
The glowing blue numbers on my watch show that I still have about fifteen minutes before Jeremy gets here. Rounding the corner toward the front of my house, I spot a rose.
When did he have time to leave a flower? Jeremy was up and out way before me this morning to go help with some business at the firehouse… and I hadn’t noticed it on the porch when we went to school. Weird.
Reaching forward, I lift the flower gently from where it’s hanging precariously off the porch railing. The poor thing has seen better days; the petals look crushed and mangled as though someone trapped it in their palm and squeezed. Hard. The leaves are bent and broken. Perhaps it was out here, and we somehow trampled it as we left. A pang of sadness hits at the thought and I carry it into the house. Placing it on the table.
Shoot—ten minutes left now. Sliding into a chair, I work on yanking my riding boots off, tugging with all my might until they pop free. Carrots squeaks, her little bunny nose twitching back and forth. She looks at me hopefully and I grab a few nibbles for her, placing her in the bowl before rushing out of the room. The shower is screaming my name and I peel my clinging clothing off, dropping it like a winding trail as I go. Whatever Jeremy has planned for me, I want to smell a little less like sweaty horses.
Steam fogs up the glass shower door, curling in a white plume over the edge with tendrils that invite me in. The space smells like my favorite honey shampoo and I sigh as the heat envelops me. Scrubbing, I washing the dirt and grime away in the steady stream of water pouring from the rain showerhead.
Cool air wafts over me, the shower door swinging open silently.
“When I said wet, this wasn’t quite what I had in mind.” Jeremy’s deep voice rakes against me causing my nipples to harden instantly. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Spinning slowly to face him, I let the water cascade down my body, running in rivulets down the valley between my breasts… all the way to my soaking pussy. He tracks the motion, eyes darkening with lust and a feral hint that makes me want to drop to my knees.
“I’m just finishing up,” I say, sliding my hands up to cup my aching breasts, which have become heavier under his gaze. He follows the motion, licking his lips and reaching down to adjust his growing hardness. My thumbs graze the nipples and the sensation goes straight to my clit, but it feels nowhere near as good as his hands.
He lets out a deep groan. “You have about two seconds to decide if you want me in that shower with you.” A wicked grin spreads across his face when his fingers dip to pop the snap on his jeans. An interesting offer. But the water is already cooling.
Done playing, I twist the taps, turning them off before stepping toward Jeremy, who grabs a towel and holds it open for me. My body freezes for just a moment, struck still by the sharp contrast between him and my ex-husband. No one has ever wrapped me in a towel or even offered me one fresh from the shower. Such a gentleman. He steps forward, wrapping it around my shoulders, bundling me in the warmth of the material and his caring.
“Thanks,” I say, craning my neck to press a kiss on his lips before knotting the towel under my arms and grabbing my brush. This sexy as fuck man waits patiently, pressing open-mouthed kisses against my neck as I quickly braid my long blond locks. His tan skin pressed against mine, and I can’t help but watch him in the mirror. The way he looks at me as though he’s dying of thirst and I’m the only thing he wants to guzzle. “What was the surprise you wanted to tell me about?”
