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Doing the same for myself, I go down beside her, and we lay facing each other. Her leg immediately hitches over my hip and she settles in.

My hand finds hers, bringing it to my lips, I kiss where her ring is, “You and your mom did a great job. I can’t wait to see them,” she tells me.

“They’ll be here for the wedding if not sooner. Hell, Mom may plan the whole thing if you let her,” I say with a laugh.

“She might get her way, except the dress. I already know what dress I want to wear, and know exactly where it is,” she has a gleam in her eye. We stay like this for the rest of the afternoon.

31

Peyton

I hated leaving our little hideaway. I made Levi promise to bring us back as often as possible. The way we made love out in the fresh air, it was amazing. The sun was beaming down on our bodies, it was enough to ward off the chill until after our bodies came down from our mutual orgasms.

The four days I had off consisted of cooking, cleaning, riding, and occasionally helping out in the barn. The tack room was one of those things I wanted to tackle; it was a complete disaster. When I confronted Levi about it, even he was sheepish when he said, “Been busy, baby. It’s always that chore that when we get to it, we get to it.”

I huffed out a breath, stomped my foot and spent the day oiling leather, organizing, and throwing trash away. Yes, there was even trash in there.

It took all day, but when it was all said and finished, I was thrilled, every piece had its place and it was gleaming.

Today though, I’m back to work at the clinic. When I let Dr. Harlow know my change in career paths this morning, he wasn’t upset like I thought he was going to be. Instead, he looked at me and said, “You know in your heart where you’re needed Peyton. I hate to see you leave, but I’m glad you know what you want.”

I was so thankful he understood, things could have gotten bad, and I knew that. I’m just glad it all went well.

The one great thing about small towns is people are kind and genuine. “Thank you, Doctor Harlow. I know I wasn’t here very long, but I’ve looked up to you since I was a young girl. Life has given me some curves and bumps along the way. I just think a slower pace might be best at this stage in my life.”

His smile broadened and he said, “I knew that man was good for you the day he came up and gave me his best bull. Little did he know, I would’ve given you these hours even if he didn’t,” he walks away, patting my shoulder and I’m stock still.

That man, he knew before I did my hours, it all comes together. How he wasn’t really surprised, but happy. I should be upset that he meddled, but all I can do is smile and return to work.

32

Levi

Peyton sent me a text before she left the clinic that she was heading home. I finished up early for the day and decided I was taking my woman out for a nice dinner. It’s something we probably should have done on her days off, but we both were wrapped into each other every spare moment we got.

Soon though, she’ll be home more often than not. Maybe I can get her to go on more rides with me, too. Yeah, especially if it ended like it did last time. Fuck, the way her body arched as she rode my cock. It’s enough to make me hard.

I hop in the shower, clean off, get out, and put on my nice jeans, shirt, and boots. I’m walking down the stairs when Peyton walks in the house.

“Holy shit,” she stops dead in her tracks. Her eyes are cataloguing everything I’m wearing. My dark blue jeans, to the black button-down shirt that has pearl snaps. Her mouth is hanging slacked jaw. I haven’t dressed this nice well, since the day she laid her dad to rest.

“I think you have some drool on your chin.” I’m within distance with four strides. I grab her by the nape of her neck and pull her mouth up to meet mine, I’m claiming her. There’s no other way to describe it, her hands hold on to my forearms and she meets me in every way possible.

“Um, that’s one way to say hello. Did I forget something?” she asks after we break apart.

“Nope, but there’s a dress laid out for you. I’m taking you out tonight,” I tell her.

“Well then, I guess I should go get ready. Give me a little bit?” she asks.


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