Beau grins before saying, “Your thighs may be hurting later on, but I’ll rub them down without a single complaint.”
“I’ll just bet you will, Mr. Byrd.” I smile. He backs his horse up, and I make my way inside, wanting to start our date. When we talked earlier this week, we both agreed that getting to know each other without family or friends interfering would probably be the right idea, especially since for some this might seem like it’s out of left field. Truth be told, I’ve never not seen Beau. I just didn’t think he saw me.
“I’m a man of my word,” I hear him say as I’m walking away. It stops me in my tracks, looking over my shoulder and smiling. “Of course you are.” With those parting words, I put an extra sway into my hips, hoping like hell I don’t look like a fool while doing so and taking the few steps up to his wraparound front porch. I’ve only ever driven by, not been inside. I take in the sight before me—pale beige walls, dark hardwood floors, rustic southwestern style scattered throughout, along with pictures of what I’m assuming are Beau’s livestock and horses in black and white hung on the walls. His home is warm and lived in. I take my time walking through the foyer, my eyes moving the entire time until I find the kitchen. It’s matched perfectly with the rest of his home. The floors are the same, and the kitchen has gleaming wood cabinets, stainless steel appliances, and the counters are gorgeous. It definitely puts my apartment to shame. Then again, it’s a rental. Why would they put any extras in it?
“Get it together, Liliana Dulce Velazquez,” I mutter to the empty kitchen, putting everything in the right spot, leaving what can be left out on the counter but making sure it’s still tidy too. Then I take one last look around Beau’s place, a hopefulness in my heart that maybe this thing between us is more than the fake label I asked for.
Chapter Seven
Beau
I have Lily’s horse tacked up and ready to go, making sure I put her in a good saddle, so she won’t be too sore. I wasn’t kidding about helping her relieve the sore muscles she’s sure to have after a couple of hours of riding. Though, if I had it my way, she’d be riding with me. I don’t think Lily is ready for that just yet, but it seems I’ll be getting a glimpse of those legs of hers. Something is definitely working in my favor.
Emma is standing patiently beside me, and I’m glad I worked her before Lily got here. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be as calm as a cucumber. The same can’t be said for Merle. This boy of mine is ready to go riding.
“I’m finally ready. Sorry it took so long. I kind of got lost looking at everything.” Her skirt is flouncing with every hurried step she takes, tantalizing me. Thoughts invade my mind, of my tongue licking a path up her inner thighs, tasting the flavor of her skin until I reach what I’m assuming is her cloth-covered cunt. And now I’m imagining her not wearing anything under that skirt. My poor cock is going to be permanently hard, and being on a horse, that won’t be very comfortable.
“That’s alright, honey.” I slide off of Merle and put the reins around the horn of the saddle. For the few minutes I’ll be helping Lily, he won’t go very far. He’ll be more interested in trying to eat the grass.
“They’re gorgeous, Beau.” Lily is rubbing Emma’s nose, allowing her to sniff her too. When Emma moves her head, wanting more, I’m thinking they’ll be the perfect fit.
“Thanks, Merle may talk a big game, but for the most part, he’s a big softie. You need a leg up to get on?” I ask.
“That would be great, unless you have a block?” she counters.
“It’s in the barn.” I don’t offer to get it, wanting my hands on her body.
“Do you mind just making sure I don’t fall? It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been on a saddle.” My ears are probably deceiving me, but the way her eyes darken, I’m thinking it’s more than just a horse she’s talking about.
“Not at all.” I walk up behind her as she places her left foot in the stirrup. My hands hold her hips, and I get more than a fleeting glance of her thighs when she hitches her body up and on Emma’s back.
“Shit,” I hiss out. My hands linger, and the feel of her is enough to have me battling my own desires to yank her off, toss her over my shoulder, and take her back to the house.
“Are you okay?” Lily asks.