Page 16 of That Fateful Ride

“Yes.”

“Making sure to keep up appearances? How does that work in their rooms?” He crossed the aisle to stand near her, unable to keep away. Needing to see her eyes, he pushed her hat back.

His heart and ego swelled when she ran her gaze over him and he didn’t miss the hunger there. Yeah, his woman wanted him too, she was scared though.

She smirked at him. Smirked.

You’re definitely not scared of me, Rebecca. Your feelings for me yes, but not me.She never would have teased him when she first arrived.

“Well?”

Nothing was said while Polaris was saddled in the stall but when she walked out, hat again tugged low.

“Perhaps you need a trip into town, Cy, if you’re not recalling what happens in those rooms upstairs.” Rebecca swung into the saddle and touched her heels to the dun side moving him out.

Pivoting he swallowed back his retort as he watched Bill standing there, saddle in hand. His lips twitched.

“Kid’s got a point. You need to head into town and get your dick into some quim. More than one perhaps.”

“Between you and Robert, you’d think I still needed help taking a piss and wiping my ass.”

Bill grinned. “Ask them, they may help with that also.” He went to his horse’s stall. “I’m following the kid and getting some pussy. Been to long.”

He waved at him but didn’t say anything else because what floated on the tip of his tongue wasn’t something he should be sharing. It wasn’t his place to ask another man to keep an eye on a woman pretending to be a man to help her family.

Fuck!

If he were smart, he would ride off after her and do what he’s wanted since the first time he realized Robert was really Rebecca.

Claim her.

Mark her.

Possess her.

Chapter5

Cy rubbed the nape of his neck as he swung down from his roan gelding. He continued to ride a stockier horse than the slimmer faster ones used for the pony express. Not that his wasn’t fast, it wasn’t a draft horse, but the equine was bigger.

His horse snorted and shook his head, the black mane nearly hitting him in the face. On either side of him, two more of the guys who’d come to Demon Canyon with him dismounted as well. The next ride from his station wasn’t due for three more days so they were taking a bit of down time.

Did he want to be here? Not really.

Had he his choice in the matter he would have snagged Rebecca and not let her out of the bed until they’d both been completely sated. Hell, probably not even after that. In his mind, there wasn’t enough time to adequately explore that woman.

His woman.

My woman.

Once he’d ensured his leg would be just fine with his weight, he sighed and patted the horse on its neck.

Bill and Tyler glanced at him before moving toward the saloon. Tyler waggled his eyebrows at him.

“Coming with us?”

He had no wish to flirt with much less lay with another woman. Hell, even the mere thought of doing such a thing had his dick trying to hide.

Scratching his chest under his coat, he opened his mouth to refuse when a familiar dun caught his eye.

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