Page 50 of Wrangling a Wild Texan

Her eyebrows lifted beneath the brim of her hat. “No expectations?”

He grinned. “Well, maybe a few.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“How easy would it be for me to sneak into the bed-and-breakfast?”

“That depends on how quiet you are?”

He bit back a smile. “I think I can manage to be pretty quiet . . . if something worthwhile is waiting for me.” He lifted her chin and leaned closer so their lips were only a breath away. “Like, say, a pretty painter with not a stitch of clothes on.”

A blush stained her cheeks. “I think that can be arranged.”

He really wanted to kiss her, but he figured if he did, he might lose all control and end up giving the Holidays a bigger show than he already had. So he lowered his hand and drew back.

“Then I’ll see you tonight. And just so you know, I like the way you sit a saddle, Sunshine Whitlock.” His gaze lowered to her jeaned thighs hugging the leather of the saddle. “I like it a lot. I like the way your curvy ass lifts and settles as you ride.” He lifted his gaze to her eyes that were filled with heat. “I want you to ride me. I want you to ride me hard and long. Do you want that too, baby?”

“Yes,” she said breathily. “I want that.”

He smiled. “Then I guess we better get these horses loaded so you can ride tonight.”

Once the horses were loaded, Mimi and Darla insisted that everyone come over to the house for dinner to eat the rest of the food. Reid and Sophie stopped by the trailer to shower, change, and pick up Patsy Cline before they headed to the Holidays’.After the long day, Reid figured everyone would eat quickly and head home. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. The Holidays and Remingtons didn’t seem to want the party to end.

Especially after Mimi brought out her homemade elderberry wine.

It was potent stuff. So potent, it had Hank Holiday and Sam Remington, Casey and Rome’s father, sitting on the porch, talking, laughing, and slapping each other’s legs like they’d been friends for decades—instead of sworn enemies. Reid only had two glasses and was feeling a little unstable on his feet.

Something that didn’t get past Mimi.

“I hope you’re not planning on driving home, Reid. The rule is one glass of wine is fine, two and I take your keys.” She held out her hand.

“No need for that, Ms. Mimi. I’m fine.”

She sent him a stern look. “I’m sure you are, but now that you’re a daddy, you need to set a good example. You don’t want Sophie drinking and driving, do you?”

“No, ma’am, but . . .”

She held out her hand and sent him a warning look. He sighed as he reached into his pocket and handed her the keys. Damn, he couldn’t catch a break. How was he going to get into town to meet Sunny without his truck?

While he was trying to figure it out, Mimi continued. “And speaking of Sophie, I’ve asked her to spend the night. There’s a musical marathon on television and I think it’s important for young people to see that true talent isn’t showing how to put on makeup on that Tikity-Tok.”

Reid perked up. If Sophie spent the night with the Holidays, he wouldn’t have to go to town. Sunny could come to the trailer.

“Great! I’m sure Soph will love that.”

Mimi smiled slyly. “And I’m sure you’ll enjoy having the trailer all to yourself.”

After saying his goodbyes, Reid headed home across the back pasture. On the way, he tried calling Sunny. She didn’t answer so he left a text. When he got to the trailer, he wasn’t sure what alerted him that he wasn’t alone. Maybe it was the scent of fresh lemons that filled the air. Or maybe it was a deeper sense. Something he’d just developed.

He quickly took off his hat and slipped off his boots before heading to his bedroom.

The room was dark except for the moonlight spilling over the bed . . . and the naked woman stretched out on it.

To say Sunny took his breath away was an understatement. If he’d thought he was drunk before, it was nothing to how he felt now. He was completely intoxicated by her beauty and could only gawk like an infatuated fool.

From the tips of her peach-colored toenails to the ends of her strawberry-blond curls spilling over his pillow, she was every man’s fantasy. Her breasts looked like two abundant scoops of cream topped with rose-colored nipples that bloomed into mouthwatering, hard buds beneath his gaze. Her legs were long, toned highways that led to a tiny patch of reddish-gold heaven that had him hardening beneath the fly of his jeans.

“Hey, cowboy,” she said in a raspy voice that had even more desire coursing through his veins. “I heard you were interested in a ride.”

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