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“No, we haven’t, but that’s common,” he told me. “He doesn’t have to have a name when he is registered. Most owners take time to decide on the name that the horse will be registered under. There are rules to the official name. But if you want to give him a barn name or nickname, then we will use it.”

I pointed a finger at my chest. “Me? You want me to give him a nickname?”

He nodded. “If you want him to be called something other than the foal, then you need to decide what that name will be.”

I chewed on my bottom lip as I stared out at the water to think. That felt like a lot of pressure. This wasn’t what I had meant when I said he needed a name.

“Are there rules to what he is called? I mean, his nickname?” I asked.

“Just can’t have the same name as another horse here. That would be confusing.”

I sat, thinking about a name that would fit him. Something he could be proud of that wasn’t silly. Bane remained quiet as I ran through ideas in my head, and then it hit me. I turned to look athim.

“Slingshot,” I said with a smile as it rolled off my tongue.

“Okay, Slingshot it is,” he agreed. “Where did you come up with that?”

I leaned back on my hands. “Did you ever go to church as a kid or hear any Bible stories?” I asked him.

He chuckled. “No to church, but, yeah, my granny made sure we heard the stories.”

“Do you know the story of David and Goliath?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve heard it.”

“Goliath was known as a champion, but he was taken down by a little boy and a slingshot.”

Bane licked his lips as he grinned. “Okay. Message received.”

I sighed, feeling much better about the little foal and his future.

Thirty-One

Bane

My fist remained frozen in the air as I stared at the closed door. Another of Halo’s moans from the other side, and I had to grip the doorframe. She was masturbating. Fucking hell.

I squeezed the wood tightly and closed my eyes as her sounds got more frantic. This was something I had not needed to know. I didn’t need to hear it. I should walk away. Leave her to it.

But I wasn’t going to. I was going to stand here and torture myself with it. Ripping this door off the hinges and going to replace her fingers with my mouth—it was tempting as fuck. I knew how she’d tasted on my fingers, and I was jealous of hers right now. That they got to touch her slick cunt and pussy lips.

Taking long, deep breaths, I dropped a hand to rub against my dick. How many times today had she made me hard? Could I even count? She’d laugh, and I’d stiffen in my jeans. She’d flash me a shy smile, and there I’d go again. She would lean over, and I’d see her cleavage. Then, bam, boner. I had gone to work out inthe gym and kept glancing at the clock, counting down the time until I’d get to have dinner with her. Get an excuse to talk to her some more.

This was day one. I had two more days of this shit.

“Oh God!” she moaned loudly, and my hand tightened on my cock.

Fuck, pretty girl, that sounds hot.

I needed to stop listening. This was wrong. I stepped back and fisted my hands at my sides.

“Bane!” she called, and another cry came from her.

She was getting off to thoughts of me.

Fuuuuck. Time for another goddamn shower.

I had to get myself under control before she came back downstairs. I’d come to ask her what movie she wanted to watch tonight. It was just an excuse to see her. I hadn’t wanted to wait any longer.

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