Page 65 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
He hums low, gravel and heat. “You feel that?” His hand shifts just slightly on the reins. “That little hitch in your breath, that tight little tremble? That’s what happens when an Omega meets an Alpha who knows exactly what she needs.”
I swallow hard. “Geez, do you ever shut up?”
He chuckles. “Not when I’ve got this view.” He shifts slightly behind me, just enough to make my whole body go rigid. “And this close.”
I choke on my own breath. “We should—uh—probably head back.”
He makes a soft clicking sound with his tongue. “If you insist.”
And just like that, he takes the reins, turns the horse, and starts leading us back toward the barn, leaving me praying that no one notices the wreck I’ve become.
His laugh is all grit and gravel. “Hold on tight.”
He clicks his tongue again, and Junebug surgesforward, not walking anymore but bouncing into something faster, something that makes every part of me jolt against every part of him.
My heart leaps into my throat, fear squeezing me.
Cash’s arms bracket mine, and there’s no escaping the contact or my breasts brushing his forearms with every bounce, and I swear I hear his breath hitch.
“God, you’re loving this, aren’t you?” I mutter, not even sure if I’m accusing or confessing.
“You have no idea,” he rasps, rougher now, his teasing edge traded for something darker. Needier.
I do my best to concentrate on staying upright instead of on the solid wall of bare muscle pressed against me… or how every little bounce creates friction in places that are already screamingMayday.
“You’re doing great,” he says, all warmth and amusement. “Natural rider.”
“If I die from this, I’m haunting you,” I warn, bouncing about, air through my hair.
“There are worse ghosts to have.” I hear the grin in his voice, that signature drawl curling every word. “But if you haunt my house, sugar, you’d better come ridin’ in on a full moon with spurs and sass.”
We finally reach the barn again. Cash swings down in one smooth, unfairly sexy motion, like he was born in a saddle. He ties Junebug to the fence and gives her a fond pat.
I attempt to dismount with the same confidence.Attemptbeing the key word. I get bothlegs over to one side, and then… gravity betrays me. My foot slips, my balance vanishes, and I’m plummeting toward the dirt like a very uncoordinated sack of potatoes.
Except I never hit the ground.
Strong arms catch me mid-fall, spin me in a dizzying arc, and suddenly I’m chest to chest with Cash again. His grip is firm, his heat unmistakable, and his breath brushes against my ear like a secret.
“I’m always here to catch you,” he murmurs. “Don’t forget that.”
I blink up at him, heart hammering like a runaway horse. I don’t know if he’s talking about riding lessons or something much, much deeper.
Before I can figure it out, I pull away, cheeks burning hotter than the Montana sun. And that’s when I spot Walker leaning against the barn, arms crossed, watching us with an unreadable look that shoots straight through me.
Images flash—his mouth between my thighs, the dark hunger in his eyes, the rough sound of my name when I came apart in his hands.
I tear my gaze away, pulse stuttering.
Next to me, Cash chuckles low. “Well, I’ll be damned. That cowboy stare could start a brush fire.”
I glance at him, mortified.
He grins, eyes dancing. “Don’t look so guilty, sugar. Ain’t no shame in gettin’ a little saddle sore from one and weak in the knees for another.”
“Stop talking,” I groan.
“What? I’m just sayin’, you’re settin’ off sparks all over this ranch. Might wanna giddy-up before someone else catches fire.”
