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He opened the stall door.
Londyn gasped. “You’re up,” she said, smiling at Butterscotch as she stood with her head in the trough, munching grain and alfalfa.
Londyn stepped into the stall and ran her hand along the mare’s neck. “Glad you’re feeling better. We’re going to take you home in the morning, where you won’t have to worry about anything.”
The mare turned her head and nuzzled Londyn’s breast.
“Hey, save those for me,” Nash said.
Londyn laughed, relieved her horse was on her feet. “Glad to see you’re eating.” She scratched behind the animal’s ears and backed out of the stall.
Nash closed the door and latched it. “Speaking of eating...” he said.
Londyn ran her hand over her torso and down to the juncture of her thighs. Her pussy was still deliciously wet and slightly achy. “Are you hungry?”
Nash’s eyes flared. “Starving.” He swept her into his arms and carried her back into their stall, where he laid her on the sleeping bags and then kissed her.
She was just raising her arms to wrap around his neck when he jumped up and reached for the bag of sandwiches.
“Seriously? You’re that kind of hungry?”
He laughed. “I am. It takes fuel to keep this body moving.”
She sat up, her belly rumbling. “Seems a shame to waste the mood.”
“Not when you have grapes.” He pulled sandwiches out of the bag and handed her one. Then, he held up the bag to display the grapes inside. “Grapes are great for getting back in the mood.”
Londyn took the sandwich he proffered. “You’ll have to show me.”
“Oh, I will,” he said with a wink. “But first, we need to eat so we have enough energy to last all night.”
Her sandwich poised in front of her lips, Londyn’s eyes widened, and heat coiled at her core. “All night?” she whispered.
“I’m not wasting a second with you,” he said and leaned across to kiss her lips. “Now, eat. We have grapes waiting for us.”
Londyn sank her teeth in the delicious ham sandwich and quickly chewed, anxious to discover what Nash had in mind.
Grapes?
CHAPTER 12
Nash woke before dawn, crawled out of the nest they’d made of the sleeping bags and pulled on the jeans and shirt Mitchell had provided. Though he’d also given him dry socks, they were damp within moments of pulling on his waterlogged boots.
It didn’t matter. They had a long drive to get to LJ Ranch. The sooner they got started, the better. He could worry about what to do about wet boots when they got there.
Once dressed, he eased open the stall door and peered over the one beside it at Butterscotch standing calmly in the woodchips. As soon as she spotted him, she walked over to the door and hung her head over the top, nuzzling his hand for grain.
“Sorry, sweet girl,” he said. “I’ll ask for more when the ranch hands come in.”
A movement behind him made him turn.
Londyn stood at the door of their stall, pulling on the sweatshirt with University of Montana written across the front.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey, yourself.” She gave him a tenuous smile.
He held open his arms, and she walked into them wearing boots just as waterlogged as his. She grimaced while looking down at her feet. “Wish we had time to let them dry, but it’ll have to wait. I want to get Butterscotch home today.”
