Page 35 of The First Day of Breeding Season
I crush my hat in my fist, but I don’t move.
Her panty-covered ass tips invitingly in the air as she dunks her shirt under the rushing water, soaking it down.
After squeezing it out, she hangs it on a tree branch to dry.
Then without looking back, she wades into the creek and right under the waterfall.
Only once she’s partially obscured by the rushing water do I follow, as quickly as I can. Clothes off and hung up. Long legscarrying me toward her. Cock aching and half-hard, despite still being covered in jizz from grinding against her at the campsite.
The sooner I get that under the cool water the better.
Except it hardly helps, because I can’t keep my eyes off her.
By the time I reach Brynn under the waterfall, I’ve managed to rinse off my belly, but there’s no hope of cooling my lustful fever.
She turns as I close the gap between us, as I reach for her and curl my fingers over her shoulder, sliding my touch down her slick arm.
Trying not to stare at the way her cotton bra has gone translucent, showing me tight nipples,gorgeousnipples, lush brown tips jutting out from sweet, round curves.
“Hi,” she whispers when I tangle our fingers together.
I cup the back of her neck and kiss her mouth. Taste that breathless little greeting.
Hi.
How do I make sure that I get to hear that every day for the rest of my life?
How do square what I need to in order to be a man who is worthy of her brightness?
I wish we had more time.
But she has a project that requires focus. I have a young bull to keep an eye on.
And the thing about ranching is that it’s always like this. Day in, day out, I’m going to have to find a way to balance loving her the way she deserves and taking care of business.
“You look like a mountain goddess,” I tell her. “You can come up here as often as you want, and I’ll follow you.”
“Yeah?” She looks delighted.
My head spins as she bites her lower lip and glides her fingers down my chest and over the hair on my belly, all the way down to my sodden cotton boxer briefs.
But that’s as far as her bravery takes her, and when my cock flexes upward, straining at the waistband, she squeaks and pulls her hand back.
“Don’t be scared of him,” I say hoarsely. Fuck, I would get down on my knees and beg her not to be scared of any part of me.
It’s my worst nightmare.
I catch her fingers and bring them to my mouth.
She sucks in a breath, blinking up at me, water droplets glittering on the tips of her eyelashes. “I’m not scared. Just unfamiliar.”
My pulse thuds hard.
“But I want to learn,” she adds breathily. “Can you teach me, Daddy?”
I curse under my breath, and her eyes light up.
She knows what that word does to me. Maybe even more than I do.
