Page 11 of That Fateful Ride

For a few moments she didn’t move,couldn’tmove. Merely sat there, water again up to her neck and panted. The sounds next door slowed and stopped. Shifting in the water, Rebecca realized where she was and hurried to finish.

Dressing as soon as she was dry, she winced as the wrappings abraded her sensitive breasts. When she’d put on her bandanna and slipped on her coat she removed the chair from blocking entrance. Seconds later, the door opened and Megan stood there, corset unlaced and her breasts exposed.

Wedging her hat on her head, she shook her head and walked up to Megan, eyes on her face, not the exposed breasts. “No time, Megan.”

“I heard you in here,” she pouted. “You didn’t have to jack off alone, I would have helped you.”

She maneuvered by the woman in the doorway. “I have to get back, I told you, I have a run.”

Another door opened down the hall and out stepped a young black woman, holding a robe closed, eyes widening as their gazes met.

“Robert. Just give me a moment to clean up.”

God, this was disgusting. She shook her head and pulled Megan back out of the room. “No need. I was well taken care of.” She placed a kiss to Megan’s cheek, patted her on the ass and walked away, cheeks burning.

Without stopping again, she hustled outside and was back in the saddle, riding back toward Buffalo Creek station as soon as she turned Polaris in that direction.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for her mind to drift back to the pleasure she’d brought herself in the tub and combined with the rocking she was doing in the saddle, she was aroused shortly.

It was going to be a long ride back.

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She stepped up to the door, took a breath and ran her hands down the front of her pants before reaching out to knock on the door.What am I doing? I wouldn’t ever knock on this before, why do I feel like I should now?

The ground had lost the water from the most recent storm and the colder weather was on it’s way. Rebecca was far more nervous than she should be. Pretty much more nervous than she’d been this entire time.Get it together, Rebecca.

Pushing open the door, she stepped into the darkened interior, grateful to be out of the sun and wind. She scanned the interior and found Cy in the kitchen. Her breath caught at the sight.

Even inside, not out working with the horses, building something, the man was beyond impressive. Broad shoulders, narrow hips and an ass she enjoyed watching.

He bent at the waist and pushed more wood in the stove. She gulped and hoped like hell her face was blank when he angled his head to look in her direction.

“You came.”

“Didn’t give me much choice.”

He stood up, gaze raking over her in a manner that made her wonder if she wore clothing or if she were as undressed as she was the day he had inadvertently discovered her secret. Arms crossed he lifted an eyebrow.

“Youalwayshad a choice.”

She flattened her lips and shook her head. “No I didn’t. If I didn’t come here and help you, per your own threat, you would out my secret and I would lose the money this brings my family.”

“Never said it was a good choice,” he muttered. “Just that it was a choice.”

She shrugged out of her coat grateful the oversized shirt hid the bindings. Not that she had to hide it from him as he knew, but still. Again, she paused and took another look over her person given how he was watching her.I am dressed right?

Yes, yes she was. Although to be fair, at the moment, her skin tingled and felt about two sizes to tight. Her breathing was getting rapid and she had to swallow a few times to gather some moisture in her mouth. This man and his effect on her was overpowering.

“Right. What are you needing help cooking?”

“Do you make biscuits? You’ve had the ones I make and they are no better than hardtack.”

“Well that’s true.” She brushed by him and stepped into the smaller space, doing her best to ignore how his scent filled her nose and made her insides flip a few times.

He gave a sharp bark of laughter and she smiled shyly at him, pleased he hadn’t been offended by her comment that slipped free without thought.

“I never claimed to be a good cook. I had one of those in the army.”

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