Page 97 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
I guess farming cattle is a lucrative business.
I’m pulling up to the main house when I stall again. This time not from the bumpy road but from the mini orgasm coursing through me from the single most magnificent sight I’ve ever seen.
Flynn on a horse.
He’s riding hard toward the barn, slowing his horse as he hits the main road. Next thing I know, I’m standing next to my car with the door open. I have to glance back in to make sure I remembered to pull the brake. I didn’t.
I jump back in and yank the brake up, scrambling to get out again before Flynn rides by.
But Flynn must’ve already seen me, as he’s stopped a few yards away. The sun setting behind him, both his and the horse’s chests heaving with exertion make him look like some sort of angelic horseman. A really, really hot cowboy angelic horseman.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. My mind blanks.
Well, that’s not entirely true. It’s just laser focused on Flynn’s thighs gripping the saddle, the sweat soaking his shirt, and his hands loosely holding the reins, as if he rides horses on a daily basis. As if he’s a real cowboy.
I shudder from an orgasm aftershock.
Twenty-Eight
Checkered Flag
Flynn
I lean backin my saddle, trying to ease my sudden erection. It isn’t easy. I’ve been at half-mast since the moment I’d seen Jackie’s blond hair behind the wheel of the car I rebuilt. Then she’d stepped out of the vintage ‘vette, one long leg at a time.
Damn.
I shift again, but my zipper is trying to indent itself on my dick, so the only option for relief is to dismount and will my hard-on away.
I switch the reins to one hand and swing my leg over the side of my horse, my boots kicking up dust as I land. Willing away my hard-on. I’m pretty sure greeting her with both hand and dick waving is not the best way to win Jackie back.
Jackie shades her eyes against the sun and gestures to the animal. “That your horse?”
“Yeah. This is Boss.” I reach up and stroke Boss’s neck. “He’s a Mustang.”
“Like your car?”
I’m surprised she makes the connection, though I stop myself from reading too much into that. Genius that Jackie is, I’m sure nothing really escapes her notice.
“The horse came first.” Sweat trickles off my forehead into my eye. I bring the hem of my shirt up to wipe the sting away.
When I look back up, Jackie’s leaning against the side of her car.
I take a step forward. “Hey, you okay?”
She runs a hand across her forehead. “Yeah,” she says, her voice strained. “Yes, yes. Fine.”
The sun beats down on us, even this late in the day. Not so much as a whisper of a breeze offers relief from the heat. Boss nudges my shoulder, impatient for his rubdown and feed.
Jackie pushes back off the ‘vette and takes a step toward me, shoving her hands into her back pockets. “We should talk.” She rocks back on the heels of her Converse. They have rhinestones on them. “I know you punched Brian.”
Fuck. I run my hand through my hair. My chance of convincing Jackie I support her astronaut career probably just lessened if she knows I went out and publicly assaulted her ex. No doubt I’m in for a sexy-as-fuck lecture about brains over brawn.
My dick twitches at the thought.
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She shrugs. “He’s an asshat.”
