Page 47 of Red's Revenge

“Not an option Darlin’. BJ has the keys.” His smug look does not amuse me.

“I can’t.” I cross my arms and set my feet.

“Why? I’ve seen lots of ladies’ undies.” I narrow my eyes at his not-so-subtle reminder of his womanizing ways.

“I’m not wearing any asshole.” Now, that gets a reaction out of him.

It’s just not the one I thought. His eyes turn dark, and a feral look crosses his face.

“Oh, Darling, I’ve seen plenty of those, too. Come on. We’re wasting daylight, and the dinner bell sounded hours ago.” What in the hell is he talking about?

It’s barely noon.

“Are you seriously thinking about food right now?” I shake my head at him.

“Food ain’t what’s for dinner tonight.” Oh.

Oh my. Okay.

“Need some help?” He points at the skirt as if the material is offensive to him.

“Red, come on. I can’t ride with my ass out!” He chuckles as he shrugs out of his flannel shirt.

“Wrap this around your hips, and no one will be the wiser.” I groan as I open the button on my skirt and glance around the dense forest surrounding us just in case a deer is trying to catch a look.

“Darlin’.” I huff as I rip the skirt down my legs.

“Thought you said you weren’t wearing any?” He points at my thong with disappointment.

“Gotta keep your ass guessing.” He laughs as I snatch the shirt he holds out to me.

“Fair enough.” I twist the fabric around my hips and use the sleeves to tie it around my waist.

The result looks like a longer skirt landing at my knees.

“Okay, so I grab here.” I recite his instructions and hoist myself onto the horse.

“You’re a natural.” His praise goes right to my clit.

“Alright, Betty knows these trails better than any human. Just let her lead.” I grab the reins and twist them around the pommel and my wrist.

“We’re going to start at a nice slow trot.” Red talks me through the whole process with ease.

We catch up to Evelyn and BJ in no time. They were sitting off the trail by a stream, setting up our picnic lunch.

“You couldn’t wait to tear her clothes off, huh?” Evelyn snickers as I jump down off the horse and hand her over to Red to tie up.

“Shut your pie hole!” They laugh at me as I sit and accept a sandwich.

“This is so beautiful,” I say after we’re done eating, and I’m laying back on Red.

“And it’ll stay that way, all thanks to you.” He kisses my forehead.

“Wait, this is where they wanted to put that highway?” He nods as he pops a few nuts into his mouth.

“The Danders don’t give a fuck about this town, its natural beauty or preserving it. They only care about the money they could make, destroying it with skyscrapers and mini-malls. Not to mention the half-dozen housing developments they’ve thrown up around Houston that are never up to code and people regret buying just months into their new half-million-dollar mortgages.” BJ takes a sip of water after dumping that info in my lap.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” The guilt that I had anything to do with their plan is slowly eating me alive.

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