Page 47 of Wildest Dreams

Harlow runs her hand down her neck as her and Tripp fall into conversation.

“Are you here for Amber too?” I find myself asking Conrad and he shakes his head from side to side.

“Nah, I'm here for Raff. Riggs should be bringing her down any minute.” I give a shallow nod as if I know who Raff is. “So, how long you been working here?” he asks, leaning against the stall.

“Today's my first day. Just helping me out until I am back on the road again. I crashed my car at the top of the ranch, the Rivera's took me in and said I could stay until I was ready.”

“Flying visit then?”

“Something like that,” I smile and that's when I hear Tripp talking to Harlow about Austin.

“I'm really worried about him Tripp, I don't know what else I can do. He is pulling away from me...”

Harlow and Austin, dating. Noted.

I take that as my cue to leave.

“I'll be back shortly,” I say to the stables, not that anyone really listens but I felt it was the right thing to do. Lowering my head as I walk past Conrad, I don't miss the sultry look he gives me. I have a feeling Conrad is a bit of a player and I am not into that.

But I would be lying if I said I didn't like the small bit of attention I received from him.

It had been a while since anyone had looked at me the way he did. It felt nice.

Ignoring the eyes that were burning into the back of my skull, I keep my legs moving towards the house. Climbing the steps, I push through the door and peak inside the kitchen. It's empty. Moving to the living room, I see Orla and Lainey sitting on the rug on the floor, stacking blocks.

Her eyes lift from my daughter to me, and she gives me a smile.

“All okay?” I mouth, and she gives me a thumbs up. I am mindful not to let Lainey see me. I have no idea how she has been since I have been out, but I didn't want to rock the boat now. “I'm just going to pump,” I whisper and she gives me a soft wink. Kicking my boots off, I move upstairs and into my room.

Fumbling with my buttons, relief swarms me when the material is not suffocating me. My boobs are spilling from my bra, hard and swollen and I cannot wait to pump. Standing, I search my room for the pump and that's when I realize I left it downstairs on the sink drainer.

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself.

My head tips back and I ignore the irritation that is currently coursing through my veins.

Sighing heavily, I walk towards my bedroom door, fingers grabbing the fold of my shirt to cover myself when Tripp walks into the room, us bumping into each other and knocking me back. He falls on top of me, hands pressed on the floor either side of my head.

“Oh fuck,” he calls out, our bodies pressed together, and my eyes widen as they bounce between his. He pushes up, lazily dragging his gaze over my heaving chest.

I scramble up, pulling my shirt across my body once more to cover myself.

“What were you doing bursting in here like a mad man?” My brows are pinched as I push myself up, hands behind me, elbows bent.

“I just...” he licks his lips, all panty and his eyes are flitting.

“Just what?”

“You and Conrad, I didn't like it.”

“There was nothing not to like, he introduced himself, I introduced myself,” I throw my hand in the air, that irritation that I once felt was slowly building back up.

“He looked at you like he wanted you,” he snaps, and I can't help but laugh at how stupid he sounded.

“And!?” I shriek, waiting for him to answer but before he can I snap, “He looked like a player,” I shake my own head and push to my knees.

Tripp’s eyes soften slightly, mouth opening and then closing.

“He used to date Aspen,” he tells me.

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