Page 18 of The Heat of Intensity

Following the hand that leads to where she’s holding the colt by the neck I have no other choice but to laugh a full belly laugh.

“What?” Cosima quips. “I didn’t have a rope or a belt so I improvised.”

“By using your bra?” I chuckle.

“Works, doesn’t it?” She grins and I shake my head as I open the stable for them.

They put the two colts in a stable and close the doors.

“Let me guess, the brown colt broke out again?” Rourke asks as he enters the stable.

Eastlynne bobs her head as she walks up to her old man to hug him and explain what happened. I catch Cosima standing in front of the stall of my chestnut Quarter horse.

“Let’s go for a ride while I fill you in on what was discussed in church,” I suggest.

She gives me a brilliant smile. “I’d love to.”

My chest swells with emotion and I can’t resist so I grab the back of her neck and pull her close. Her lips find mine and the tiny gasp coming from her gives me the ability to swoop in and swirl my tongue against hers.

The instant heat flowing through my veins gives me the awareness of our intense connection, and I want nothing more than to bury myself deep. Gripping her hips, I grind my hard length against her to let her feel what she does to me. She moans and when my hands are about to slide to the zipper of her jeans we’re interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

Regretfully breaking the kiss, I glance over her shoulder and glare at Luke. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He shoves his hands in the air in a defensive move. “Working. I was checking on the horses. I saw Rourke and Eastlynne coming out of the stable and thought everyone was gone.”

This woman has the ability to let me feel as if we’re the only ones on this fucking earth. Everything is made just for us. My body hers, her body mine. The sun shines brighter and warmer upon us, the skies are clearer, food tastes better. Holy fuck, I’m turning into a poet with a vagina or two. Like I said; this woman made me fall hard and the impact shakes the ground I walk on.

Now I’m the one clearing my throat to get my bearings and state, “We’re going for a ride. You’ll have the stable to yourself in a few minutes.”

“All good,” Luke murmurs and stalks to the back of the stable.

“Can I ride this one?” Cosima questions and points at the chestnut-colored Quarter horse.

Her safety is my first priority and it’s why I tell her, “He’s an asshole and I’m still training him. I’d rather you take my mother’s horse, she trained her herself.” I move three stalls down to the white horse.

“Gorgeous,” Cosima murmurs.

Chuckling, I tell her, “My mother would refer to her as a pain in her ass because she’s white and always lies down in her own shit, resulting in yellow spots.”

Cosima grins and just like that, my heart is full and my mood is lightened. Fuck. I really need to get this Murphy situation behind us ’cause I’d like nothing more than to feel this way all the damn time.

We take our time saddling up and when we’re taking the path through the pasture, I start to explain everything we found out about Murphy Denver.

“So, you guys think he might be peeping through other women’s windows as well?” Cosima questions as she stares straight ahead. “You know what’s weird? I can’t even remember seeing him at the feed store. I mean, I’ve been there, obviously, but I don’t remember interacting with him. Strange how a brief encounter can be different for one person than the other.”

“Everyone’s mind works differently. Murphy had history and could have gone to live or work elsewhere if he didn’t like his life or situation he was in,” I state. “You don’t see any of us looking through windows, dick in hand, to feel good.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Thanks for that image. Though, thinking of you with your decorated dick in hand is quite nice.”

“Every thought involving you is nice,” I croak in return.

Cosima shifts in the saddle to turn her good eye toward me. “Right back at ya, handsome.”

Her hair flows through the air and the careless look on her face as she turns to watch where she’s guiding her horse is making my throat run dry. The ranch life isn’t for everyone, and surrounding yourself with people who share the same interests, work ethic, and drive is golden. Finding those strengths within a stunning woman, who makes sparks fly, and returns what’s brewing in my chest? One-of-a-fucking-kind.

“Now catch me if you can,” she bellows and gives pressure with her legs to urge her horse to go full speed.

I watch her ass rise out of the saddle as she stands in the stirrups. What a sight. There’s no doubt I’ll catch her…every damn time, and whenever it’s needed.

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