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I wanted to hear hers. Listen to the sounds she made when she got off.

I could see the thin patch of hair now. She wasn’t completely bare. Just shaved.

She licked her lips.

“You’re playing with fire, little doll,” I whispered.

She didn’t need to let me see this, but then again, she didn’t realize I was out here. Her small hand began to work faster, then slid out and moved to her clit.

Ah, fuck, yeah, play with that little hot spot. Show me how you look when you come.

Anger stirred in my chest as the thought taunted me that she might not be as pure as I’d thought. Had a man touched her there? Had one seen her like this? I’d made sure to keep them away from her. She dated until I thought they were going in that direction. Then, I got rid of them.

Her body jerked then, and my eyes shot back up to her face. That pretty mouth was open now, and although I couldn’t hear her, I knew she was crying out. Another twitch, and then she relaxed and let out a sigh.

She had better be the only one touching her pussy.

Clenching my jaw, I slowed my fist. I wasn’t going to finish this here. I’d finish later in a hot mouth.

Dropping my gaze to her pussy one more time, I caught her hand as she lifted it up, and my eyes followed her movement. She looked at the wetness on her finger, and I squeezed my cock again, not able to release it. Then, she slipped her finger between her lips and sucked.

My body tensed and then shook as I shot a load onto the grass. Groaning, I pumped three more thick spurts of cum out. My knees felt weak, so I leaned back on the tree as I watched her finger pop out of her mouth, and then she stood up, giving me one last view of her perfect, compact little body.

Whatever fucker had taught her how to do that, I was going to kill them.

• Ten •

I never knew if he was going to acknowledge me or not.

Capri

I should have left early and dealt with my parents’ wrath. I was a grown woman, and allowing them to have any control over me was ridiculous. Unfortunately, I was a people pleaser by nature, and I had stayed at church until the service was over. I’d spoken to my parents, other members of the congregation, Esther, and not gotten out of there fast enough. Without even looking, I could feel my mother’s eyes on me as Haines stepped in my path.

Honestly, he wasn’t a bad-looking man. He had that clean-cut look. His hair was always styled perfectly; his face was smooth, as if it had been freshly shaven; no bloodshot eyes from too much drinking the night before; and of course, straight pearly-white teeth that I swore had to be veneers. No one’s teeth looked that perfect.

“It’s good to see you, Capri,” he said with his blinding smile.

I needed to add too happy and full of joy to the list of things about him that should be positive, but I found annoying.

“If it wasn’t for Sunday morning service, I’d never get a chance to talk to you.”

And you wouldn’t be doing so now if I’d left early, like I wanted to, I thought to myself.

Instead of being rude, I smiled back at him. “I’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, Esther was telling me that you’re going to New York for one of those horse races,” he replied. “I’m sure your parents are concerned.”

The way his voice had dropped when he said the last bit irked me. Haines had never met or spoken to one of the Shephards, yet like the rest of the people around here, he assumed the worst.

“Seeing as I am twenty-seven, I don’t reckon my parents have any say or cause for worry. I can handle myself just fine.” My voice held an edge to it even if I was maintaining the smile on my face. That was mostly for my momma’s sake. I knew she couldn’t hear us from this distance, but she could see just fine.

“I didn’t mean that as an insult,” he said, looking concerned. “I was just saying … well, you’re traveling with those people.”

He was making this worse.

“Those people own this town. They are also champion horse breeders who win races. I am lucky to get the chance to sit on the back of one of their horses. This takes my career as a jockey to a whole new level.” Which he would never understand because he was not a horse person.

The only thing he knew about horse racing was that folks wore flashy hats at the Kentucky Derby and drank mint juleps. His words, not mine.

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