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The whole car ride home she’s tried to keep one hand on me. First, she tried tiptoeing her way up my leg with her fingers. When I grabbed her hand to stop her, she began tracing circles on my palm. No matter how many warning glares I’ve shot her, she persisted.

I let out a sigh of relief when Wes finally turns on to the driveway and stops him when he reaches the gates. “Let us out here. No need rolling down the drive and waking up Nev. I’d like to not get shot tonight.”

Wes laughs and stops the truck. Lindsey and I jump out and I give Wes a wave as he turns the truck around and drives away.

As soon as they fade out of sight, she leans into my side and takes my hand. I’ve never been more torn in my life. I should push her away right now but damn if she doesn’t feel absolutely perfect tucked beside me.

“I’m sorry I crashed your boys night,” she whispers.

“It’s fine. Like you said, as long as we were there, you were safe andyoucould have a good time.”

She sighs. “Still. It was pretty shitty of me to ruin your night. I know you don’t go out often, at least you didn’t back then.”

“Yeah, well. I was only going out to get my mind off of you.” I admit.

“Finally, a tiny ounce of truth from you.”

We’ve made it back to the house and I want to ask her what she means but I won’t get into it here. She pauses in front of the main house and waits, no doubt, expecting something from me. Instead of kissing her goodnight, I give her a gentle smile and nod for her to go on in. Disappointment lines her face as she walks away.

ChapterFive

Lindsey

Things I never thought I’d do:

Qualify for the Olympics, again.

Watch said Olympic Games get postponed.

Come back home with no back-up plan.

Have sex in the tack room at my family’s ranch.

Have sex in said tack room with Garrett Everleigh.

That wasn’t the goal when I came out here looking for Garrett after dinner.

No. I’d planned to come out here and set him straight. Give him a piece of my mind for treating me like shit for the last two weeks - ever since the bar - and hiding out like a coward whenever I walked in. Every time I think I am making ground with him, he retreats again and I’ve had more than enough.

So, we were going to have a long talk. And I one way or another, I planned to bring Garrett around to my way of thinking.

But then I walked in the barn and found him in the tack room shirtless, and cleaning up some things that were left out. Every brain cell I had started firing and my libido took over. Next thing I knew, I was eighteen again and had Garrett pinned to the wall, my hands tracing over his hard abs while my lips were pressed to his.

One thing led to another and now, needless to say, here I am bent over one of the fancy cushioned benches that my grandfather insisted we needed when he had the entire barn renovated a few years back. While I’m sure this is not what Gramps had in mind for these benches…holy shit,I’m sure glad they’re here.

“Garrett,” I squeak as he bottoms out inside of me and swivels his hips. Christ, who knew this was what I’d been missing out on for so long? He was right when he said a lot had changed. The young Garrett I remember was now a well-trained stallion with an expert understanding of how to drive a woman wild.

“Shh,” he grunts and covers my mouth with his hand to help muffle the sounds echoing from me.

So. Fucking. Hot.

It’s just us and the horses out in the barn, but I’ve never been more thankful that the tack room doors lock because it’s possible that Gramps or Dad could decide on a late-night stroll to check on their horses.

Garrett’s right. I should keep it down, but it’s hard to keep quiet when he’s doing...that.

“Oh God,” I mumble against his hand.

He must be getting close because he starts moving frantically and his fingers find my clit, circling the bundle of nerves and causing my toes to curl. I start to tremble and before I know it another wave of pleasure takes over. He wraps my long hair around his free hand and pulls enough so that I arch back against him while he kisses my neck.

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