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“Happy ending later?”

“Of course.” I encourage him to turn, granting me better access.

His skin is still slick and I use that to my advantage. My fingers glide along his shoulders, curling into the impressive bulk.Soft, my ass.The man is a solid brick. There’s no squish to be found, only tough spots. A tremble ripples through him when I knead at a knot.

Drake’s head hangs forward. “Damn, baby. Go deep in there.”

“Just the way you like it,” I purr.

“Careful or you’ll turn me on.”

“Too late.”

He chuckles but the noise drops into a sigh as my thumbs press harder. My knuckles don’t stand a chance against his build. The pleasure oozing from him is distracting too. He’s warm and clammy and irresistible. His big body slackens, pliant for me. My mouth waters to lick him.

Soon I’m basically appreciating his brawn through languid caresses. My technique is far from professional, more gropey than relaxing or soothing. He doesn’t seem to mind based on the grunts and heavy exhales.

A quiet nicker on my left distracts me. “The horses are still locked in.”

“Yeah?” The confusion in his voice is warranted seeing as my statement is obvious.

I failed to recognize the implication earlier.

“You cleaned the stalls without taking them out?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just much more difficult.”

“Really? Huh. Maybe they took pity on me. Except that one.” He points to a particular mare. “She kept nibbling on my pants.”

I pause Drake’s massage to stroke her velvet nose. “Doesn’t surprise me. She’s a bit of a troublemaker. You two have a lot in common.”

He joins me in pampering her with a scratch under her chin. “She must’ve sensed one of her own. What’s her coloring called?”

I pet her speckled coat. “Leita is a bay roan.”

“Beautiful animal,” he coos.

“Definitely a looker. Great on the barrels too. I haven’t listed her for sale yet but there’s already several very interested buyers. She has tons of potential.”

A swift maneuver has him facing me again. “You’re not keeping her?”

“For what?”

“To have as yours.” His brows lift.

“She would just waste.” But I’d selfishly considered the possibility of saving her for Kenzie and Charlie.

“Or you could take her to a show,” Drake suggests casually.

A sharp pang hammers my chest. “Not gonna happen.”

His lips press into a firm line, undoubtably trapping a retort. “Are you riding her today?”

“That’s the plan, but a bit later.”

“Fantastic.” He claps, rubbing his palms together. “Is there a horse I can hop on?”

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