Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“Holy shit, that was hard? Or holy shit, I’m good?”
“Both.” His chest barrels out as he struggles to catch his breath. “Baby, you are a smokeshow on horseback.”
I gather Carter’s reins in one hand and give her a pat with the other. “Thank you kindly. It’s nice to be able to race for fun now.”
“You ever think about goin’ back? Being on the circuit again?”
I shrug. “I miss training. Like, doing the training myself. I miss the thrill of getting a really good run in. But I don’t miss the travel and the financial roller coaster it was.”
“I get that.” Sawyer nods. “But hey, you ever wanna get out here and just do your thing—have some fun and get a little exercise—I’m happy to take the girls. Maybe, I don’t know, every Saturday or Sunday morning? You ride, and the girls and I will hang.”
I look at him, my chest filling with something I can only describe as joy. Or maybe it’s appreciation I feel. Appreciation for him truly seeing me. For him thinking of me.
Most of all, I think I appreciate that he’s offering me more of what I love—freedom. Dan always seemed to resent the time I spent training or racing. It’s part of the reason why I quit after Junie was born—he just wasn’t supportive of me being gone during the day to do something I loved.
But here’s Sawyer, supporting me. Encouraging me. He sees how happy I am in the arena, and so he wants me to be here more often.
He doesn’t want to tie me down. He wants to see me soar.
Cheesy line? Sure. But it’s true. And it proves just how different he is from Dan.
“You’re excellent,” I say, feeling a little choked up. “Really and truly an excellent human being, Sawyer. I just might take you up on that offer.”
He smiles, his eyes going all soft and hot. “I hope you do. I also hope you let us watch upon occasion. Ella would get a kick out of this.”
“Maybe we’ll have a pair of barrel racers one day,” I reply. “Ella and Junie, sisters from different misters, taking the circuit by storm.”
I see the way his breath catches at the word sisters. “They’d be badasses. Mostly because they were raised by a badass.”
I laugh. “What about you? Where do you fit into all of this?”
“Pretty girl, I’m just along for the ride.”
“All types of riding happening around here.”
His eyes glitter. “Gimme a lesson—show me how to race. Then I’m takin’ you home and giving you a lesson of my own.”
My body pulses. “What lesson would that be?”
“The kind you’ll like.” He sits up in the saddle. “Now show me how the hell you got so good at this.”
CHAPTER 32
Sawyer
WRECKED
The second the door closes behind us at Ava’s place, I throw her over my shoulder and head for the bedroom.
“Hey!” She slaps my ass, hard. “You can’t throw me around—”
“Like this?” I toss her onto the bed, the mattress giving her a little bounce. “Watch me.”
She toes off her boots. “I’m gross.”
“So am I.” I take off my hat and unbutton my shirt, tossing it onto the floor.
She unbuttons her jeans. “I really should shower.”
“You really should leave that hat on.”
I’m kicking off my own boots and losing my jeans and briefs. I’m hard as a fucking rock, and if I’m not inside Ava in the next thirty seconds I think I might literally have a heart attack. Watching Ava race tonight was torture in the best possible way.
She was determined. Graceful. Fierce. And the way she smiled after every race, a big, toothy thing that touched her eyes and made her look lit up from the inside?
Yeah, I’ve been hard for what feels like a small eternity.
Ava smirks, lifting her hips so she can slide her jeans and panties down the length of her legs. “I knew you liked the hat.”
Those legs. Jesus Christ.
Taking my dick in my hand, I stand beside the bed. “Open your fucking mouth and taste just how much I like it.”
Ava bites her lip. Then, using her knuckle to tip back her hat, she leans in and presses her lips to my tip. At the same time, she reaches up and runs her fingertips over my left nipple.
I jerk, seeing stars at the hot, soft feel of her mouth as she opens a little and licks my head. Giving myself a stroke, I watch her lap up a bead of pre-cum.
“Look at you, swallowing me like the greedy girl you are.”
“I am greedy.” Her eyes flick to meet mine. “I want all of you, cowboy.”
I lean down to kiss her, hard. I taste myself on her lips, the saltiness mingling with the clean flavor of her mouth. “You have me, pretty girl.”
Her fingers move to the Roman numerals tattooed on my chest.