Page 75 of An Endless Memory

“I think you’re going to outdo Aggie on the rescue front.”

“I do have room for a horse or two and enough veterinarian connections to mitigate the cost. Cali’s been asking about riding lessons. A lot of kids in her class do 4-H and rodeo.”

If I was closer, or hell, lived in the same zip code, I could teach Cali how to ride. I could even provide the horse. I’d know its lineage and have all the records of its training and temperament. But I wasn’t there. “Whenever you’re ready, I could talk to Aggie and Ansen and see if they had a good lead on a pony for Cali to get her started.”

“That sounds nice.” She paused. “What are you wearing?” There was a slight teasing note in her tone.

I snapped a pic of myself. I had all my clothes on, and my hair was crushed from wearing a hat all day, but I sent it anyway.

“Hot stuff.”

“That’s what an older lady at the grocery store said the other day. I think she was the mom of a classmate.”

Her laughter was music to my ears. “You’re telling me I have competition?”

“Nah, Lily. There’s no one else with tits that fill out the saucer of milk on your shirt. In fact, I think you need to slide your hand down those pajama pants.”

“I’ve never gotten off so many times in my life as I have this last month.”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. I’d make this year of marriage worthwhile for her. “Are you wet for me, Lily?” I asked her that each time, and each time, I lived for the answer.

That earned me a small gasp. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll have you coming in no time.” I had to shift positions on the stool. My zipper was biting into my erection. I could go to my bedroom, but I liked talking her through an orgasm, out in the open, like I could do it anytime I wanted to.

“Circle that tight little bud with your finger.” I kept the phone to my ear, propped my other elbow on the island, and sank my head into my hand. I widened my legs to take the pressure of my pants off my dick. It didn’t help, but I liked the intensity. I could pretend it was her pressing against me.

Her moan came through the line and went straight to my cock. I could imagine pumping in and out of her. I knew how her walls rippled when she climaxed, how she’d squeeze me.

“Do you need more?” I asked, my voice rough.

“Yes,” she said on an exhale.

“Push one finger inside and ride your palm.”

Another ragged groan. Fuck, she did everything I asked. I curled over the phone like it was my lifeline. My heartbeat thrummed in my erection, but I was focused on her. “Pump in and out.”

“Eliot.” There was the needy whine I loved so goddamn much.

A door banged open. “Hey, the new man of the house is home.”

Fucking Jasper. Her yelp was a bucket of water to my libido.

“Is that my brother?”

“Yes,” I said tightly.

“Oh, hey.” Jasper appeared from the hallway. He’d come through the garage dressed in clean jeans and a flannel. Why wasn’t he at the bar? “Any chance that’s Lily on the phone?”

“Yes,” I answered him with all my irritation.

He continued into the kitchen, oblivious to his massive intrusion, and went to the fridge. “Hi, Lily!”

“This is so embarrassing,” she whispered.

“She says hi,” I told him. He was clueless about my glare stabbing him between the shoulder blades. He’d been sleeping his way through the single-women population of Buffalo Gully, or so I assumed since he was gone most evenings and was a bleary-eyed mess in the mornings. I could’ve gone to bed with the sounds of her orgasm in my ear. I’d be fresh as a daisy in the morning, thanks to my Lily.

“Did he catch you with your pants down?” she asked.

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