Page 72 of Wyatt

She enters a minute later, passing me without even knowing it. For a second I allow myself to just look at her. The wisps of hair that feather the pale skin of her neck, her stethoscope looped around her nape. The way her body narrows at her waist but swells at her hips and ass.

Sally turns her head, looking for me, and the breath leaves my lungs when I take in the fullness of her lips, how herintelligent eyes are framed by the longest, darkest lashes I’ve ever seen.

God-fucking-damnit, she’s beautiful.

As quietly as I can, I push off the wall and throw the lasso in the air. Raising my arm, I guide the rope in a slow, lazy circle. I wanna catch Sally, but I sure as hell don’t wanna hurt her. Not unless she asks me to.

When she’s ten or so feet away, I release the lariat. She hears it, but before she can register what’s happening, the looped rope drops over her head and shoulders. I give it a quick, hard tug, tightening the lasso across her tits.

Damn, I’m good.

“Wyatt!” she yelps, eyes going wide as she glances at me over her shoulder.

I close the barn door with a definitivethwack.Gathering the rope in my hands, I slowly make my way toward her. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere, Sunshine.”

A small smile works its way across her lips, her dimple popping. “What about the horse?”

“Horses are fine. I just needed to get you out here.”

“Ah. So what lesson is this?”

“The Toby Keith one.”

She smiles, the kind that touches her eyes. “So I’m gonna know how to rope and ride by the end of it, huh?”

I sidle up behind her. Keeping the rope taut, I lean in and kiss her neck. “If it’s too much?—”

“Not too much.” Her voice is breathy. “But what if—someone might?—”

“Catch us?” I nip at her skin, and she tilts her head, giving me better access. “I know. Better make this count then if we’re risking it, yeah?”

She arches her back, burying her ass in the cradle of my hips. “Yeah. So what am I gonna be riding?”

Of course she’s into this.

Of course she’s being playful.

I am a dead man.

“My hand.” Using said hand, I thumb her chin. “My mouth.” Turn her head and guide her mouth up to mine. “Anything you need to get you where you wanna go.”

I kiss her. My top lip is caught between hers, and her tongue glides through the seam of my open lips.

This woman.

This fuckingwoman.

She’s learning to not only ask for what she wants, but to take it too.

Those are lessons she learned from me.Me.The guy no one takes seriously. The guy who’d never be good enough for Sally Powell.

But apparently, Sally seems to think I’m pretty damn good at this.

Just like that, I’m hard.

This time, I don’t try to hide it from her. I press my erection into her back. My head is so sensitive that even through our clothes, I can feel how soft she is in the spot where her lower back curves into her ass.

Sally manages to reach behind us. Reach between us to fondle my dick.

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