Page 9 of The Heat of Intensity

“Seriously?” I quip, and hate asking as soon as I throw out that word.

I’m happy she’s taking that step and shouldn’t question her, planting doubts where there is no damn reason for it.

“Yes,” she firmly states. “You’re right. I have years of experience and can handle myself on a horse.”

“Yeah.” I grin. “Like I told you, if I ride on your right side we’d have it all covered.”

She bites her bottom lip and I feel as if something is bugging her.

“Out with it.” I breach her personal space to make sure I have her attention. “There’s nothing you can say that will send me running. We can fix shit together, whatever it is.”

A deep sigh flows from her. “I don’t think I’m ready to ride Bluebell just yet.”

I give her a tight nod in understanding. “She’s new, neither of us has any experience with her yet. How about you take my girl and I’ll take yours?”

Cosima purses her lips. “Didn’t I just hear your horse is a bit of a bitch?”

Snorting at the reminder, I let her know, “Like Kathleen said, only whenever she’s not in control. Like when she’s in the pasture or if I jump off and let go of the reins.”

“I won’t be letting go of the reins,” she firmly states, but she still looks wary.

Without thinking I offer, “We could go for a ride on my bike instead.”

There’s joy washing over her face before she schools her features. “I’ve never been on the back of a bike.”

“All ya gotta do is hold on, darlin’, and keep your leg away from the exhaust pipe,” I tell her and decide it’s the better choice. “Go change and I’ll pack a few sandwiches to take with us.”

I give her a little nudge and smile when I watch her disappear into the hallway. Stalking into the kitchen, I grab a few bottles of water and make some food to take with us. Twenty minutes later we’re walking out the door and stuffing our lunch into one of the saddle bags.

Carefully I place the helmet on her head and fix the strap under her chin. I take a moment to point out the exhaust pipe and tell her to wrap her arms around me once I straddle the bike. A little squeal comes from her when I fire up the bike. I can feel myself smile when I hit the throttle once we’re out on the open road.

There’s not a day that goes by when I don’t ride. Either on a horse, a Longhorn, or my motorcycle. It’s the thrill of being in control of something powerful. Now there’s an added feeling flowing through my veins. The woman plastered against my back gives a whole new dimension to the experience of riding my bike.

Her arms wrapped around me, knowing her tits and pussy are plastered against me. Fucking hell, I can almost feel the heat of it. Desire hums through my bones, lust filling my veins while my brain is being overtaken by the thought of having this woman on the ride of our lives. Fucking future, riding into the sunset.

My chest tightens at the thought. No fear or panic of being tied to one woman, but instead it feels right. I ride past the Iron Hot Blood ranch, through town, and simply enjoy the way this feels. Every now and then she tightens her arms around me as if to make sure this is real or to let me know she enjoys it.

At least, that’s what I’m making of it. She doesn’t complain nor tries to get my attention. The spot I want to take her is coming around the bend. It’s a meadow and it’s coming into view as I lower my speed.

I bring my bike to a stop, hit the kickstand, and pat her knee to indicate she can get off. Cosima is removing the helmet as I grab our food. I take the helmet from her and place it on my bike. She takes the water bottles from me and we both stroll into the field filled with wildflowers.

“This place is amazing,” Cosima whispers in awe.

“I discovered it a few years ago when I went for a long ride with Wendy.” I shoot her a smile. “Now I simply go here any time I want some peace and quiet.”

Cosima reaches out and squeezes my hand. “You mentioned the feeling crowded part.”

I release a sigh and sit down on a fallen tree trunk that allows us to oversee the meadow in its full glory.

“A large brotherhood working a ranch means there’s always work to be done and we’re all a part of it. Which means people are always around. Not a bad thing, but I like my own space every so often.”

She chuckles as she hands me a bottle of water while I pass her one of the sandwiches. “I bet the few days you spent at my place were heaven.”

It would have been heaven if I was buried deep inside her pussy, though being around her was close to perfect.

“Yeah,” I croak and quickly open the bottle of water to gulp some down and hopefully lose the thoughts of burying myself deep inside her.

Fuck. Maybe throwing my intentions out in the open wasn’t the smartest move. Talking about it with her makes it real, and feeds the longing inside my body.

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