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The Texas sun beats down on my back as I stare at Presley from beneath the brim of my cowboy hat. She’s wearing her typical T-shirt and jeans with the borrowed pair of boots, ones I’ve noticed she keeps pulling at around her calves, signaling they’re too tight. I make a mental note to try to find her a different pair. She’s also got on one of my Texas Longhorn ball caps to protect her eyes from the sun. I really like seeing her wear something of mine, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t already dream up images of her in the cap, naked and on my lap with her head thrown back as she rides me.

I clear my throat and shift in the saddle. If I think about her naked any longer, this will be an uncomfortable and embarrassing ride.

“I’m just going to do a little warm up and test him out. Then I’ll get you on.”

“Kade,” she whines. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Just watch me, okay? Then you can decide.” I mean it, too, because at the end of the day, I’m not going to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do.

“Okay, but I’m not making any promises.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Lemon. Now watch me ride.”

Chapter 20

Presley

Watching Kade Montgomery ona horse is…

Wow.

I think I’ve developed a cowboy kink. Or a Kade kink. Am I into kink now?

I feel hotter than the sun as memories of last night make their way into the forefront of my mindagain. Not that I’ve been able to forget—it’s all I can think about.

I may have fibbed a little when I said I wasn’t sore. While it’s not bad, occasionally my jeans and underwear rub against my skin just right, and it burns a bit. But I like it. Because he’s right—it reminds me of him and what we did. And while I didn’t think I’d want to be reminded of being spanked, fingered, and brought to tears fully clothed over his lap, I find I’m not that embarrassed. At least, not in the way I thought I would be—it’s more so because I liked it.

“Presley,” Kade calls to me from atop Big John. I’m standing outside the gate of what he called a “round pen.” Which is literally that: a circular pen made with metal piping. “Are you hearing anything I’m saying?”

I smile bashfully. “Um, can you repeat it?”

He shakes his head, but I can see he’s amused. “One of the most important things is to stay relaxed. Keep your heels down, your hips open, and your seat”—he points to his ass—“in the right position. We don’t want you to be pinching your knees.” He shows me what he means by gripping the horse with hisknees, making his heels pop up. Then he puts his heels down and relaxes again. “See?”

“I see.”

He continues to walk the horse around the circular pen. “Big John here won’t give you any trouble, but it’s important not to be tense while on a horse. They respond to your seat, to your emotions. If anything were to happen, if they were to get spooked, the best thing to do is to try to remain as calm as possible.”

“You’re not making me want to get on him.”

That throaty chuckle of his reaches my ears. At one point, it would’ve annoyed me, but now his laughter sends tingles up my spine.

“Just watch me a bit more, Lemon. He’s harmless. I would never put you in danger.”

His words wrap around my heart, and I feel another one of my walls start to crumble. How is this man getting into my system so quickly? Should I be worried?

Trying not to think too much—like I normally do—I focus on Kade.

As he walks Big John around the pen, he tells me more about the basics of riding. How to steer the horse, how to use my legs, different vocal cues. One thingdoesbecome clear: Big John seems like a good boy. I have to admit he’s kind of cute, too. He’s a dark reddish-brown color that almost looks mahogany in the right light, and I like his long black mane and tail. My favorite part, though, is that he’s got a white marking on his forehead that looks like a heart.

Kade clucks to the horse and tells him to trot. At first, Big John doesn’t listen, so Kade gives him a little tap with the spurs he put on his boots earlier. The horse finally picks up speed, but it’s slow.

Kade laughs, the sound carefree and light. I like seeing him like this, so unlike the man I first met.

“Well,” he calls, “nobody will be winning any barrel races with this guy, but he’ll do fine for what we need him for.”

I don’t know what he means by any of that, but I watch Kade for another ten minutes, enjoying the way he works with the large animal underneath him. He talks to Big John a lot as he rides, patting his neck and moving the horse around like he could do it in his sleep. I allow myself to forget about anything and everything and let watching him become an almost religious experience. He’s good at this.Reallygood at this.

Yep, I definitely have developed a Kade kink.

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