Page 112 of Saddled in Secrets
Fuck. I choke on a sob. Only this woman can bring me to tears.
The fight for composure is a battle I’ve never fought, but I come out victorious. “Is that how you see me?”
She nods. “You’re always there when I need you. Reliable. Steady. Endless.”
Fire reignites in my eyes. “Is this real?”
“Yes, my love. My stalker,” she blubbers and dips to press our foreheads together.
“Love you,” I whisper into her mouth. “Ruining me all over again.”
“Ditto,” she sighs. “Okay, you need relief.” Before my dick can perk up, she grabs the aloe vera. Two squirts fill her palm with a green blob. I suck in a breath when the cooling sensation touches my chest.
Her glistening eyes search mine as she rubs my shoulders. “Okay?”
“Perfection,” I groan.
“When I planned to spoil you, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”
Another low sound slips from my parted lips. “I’m not complaining.”
“Are you enjoying this?” Bianca spreads the aloe across my chest.
I shudder under her caress. “Your hands on me are a gift I’m grateful to receive.”
“Seems you’re easy to please too.”
My head hangs forward, totally lax. “Did you actually have an agenda for today?”
“Mhmm,” she hums while massaging my back. “After an actual breakfast, I thought we could stroll along Main Street. I wanted to show off my first boyfriend to the masses. Spread the news like wildfire. After that, we would’ve swung by the fairgrounds. The food trucks for Haunted Harvest Haze are already lined up. One of them serves a meat tornado. If that doesn’t satisfy your protein diet, I’m not sure what will.”
“Your pussy,” I mumble as she slathers me in another cool layer of goo.
“Nope, you’re cut off.”
I straighten into a ramrod post. “Excuse you?”
Her pert nose tips skyward. “Only rest and relaxation until you recover.”
My palms roam the long length of her legs, gripping tight when I reach her ass. “I beg to differ.”
“Oh,” she laughs. “You’ll be begging all right.”
“Tell me more,” I rumble.
“You’re gonna sit here in the shade like a pampered king while I go ride my horses.”
“Do I get to watch?”
“If you behave.”
“Will you let your hair down?” I tug at the end of her braid.
“If you ask nicely.”
“Please,” I blurt automatically.
Bianca wipes the excess moisture from her palms along my arms. “You’re lucky it’s your birthday.”
