Page 20 of Wild For You
“Backside it is!” I responded with a flourish as I grabbed the boxers and the shorts and kneeled on the floor by his calves as he faced the mattress.
After removing the towel and wet scrub shorts, I instructed Andrew on how to lift his leg so I could pull up the dry clothing.
It took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to stare at his perfect ass—because of course it would be perfect. I’d never been jealous of a man’s ass before, but I was now.
Trying to distract both of us, I asked him for details about how he got injured, since I only knew he’d been thrown off a horse, and his body stilled.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
“I was riding the horse bareback.”
“Oh, that’s….” I didn’t know much about bareback riding. The only time I’d seen it done was at local—
“In a rodeo. The pickup men couldn’t get control of the horse before I was tossed off.”
It wasn’t until a few seconds passed that I realized my hands rested along the waistband of his boxers, right along his hips. I quickly pulled them away.
“Wow, Rory never mentioned you participated in rodeos.”
“That’s because she didn’t know. None of them did. Only Nate.”
“Oo… mysterious talent. I love it.” I giggled as I worked on moving the basketball shorts up his legs.
As I settled the shorts in place, I stood and grabbed his shirt. “How did no one find out?”
“I used an alias. Wyatt Renfield.”
Pulling the shirt over his head, I helped him lift his arms, since I knew the movement would pull at his back. “Are you any good?” I asked as I let the hem of the shirt drop and looked him in the eye.
“I usually place in the top three.”
“That’s incredible. I can hear in your voice you love the sport.”
“I do… or did. Not sure anyone would let me go back to doing it now. Plus, there’s the farm. That’s my responsibility.”
“Seems like what happened was a complete fluke. And if you ask me, which you didn’t, I’d never tell you to give something up that you’re passionate about.”
I didn’t expect a reply, so when he grunted, a sound I was becoming far too familiar with, I chuckled.
Putting the towel back in the bathroom and grabbing a pair of tennis shoes I saw in the hallway, I laced Andrew up, and we headed out the door.
I was in desperate need of coffee and sweets, especially since I saw a side of Andrew I hadn’t expected. He may have come across as burly and mean, but beneath that exterior was a man who loved what he did and was miserable about having to give it up.
With a bit of maneuvering, I was able to get him situated in my car by sliding the passenger seat all the way back and only slightly but gently bending his leg with my assistance.
“Are you ready?”
“Not in the slightest,” he replied with a snarl and his arms crossed against his chest.
“Perfect. Let’s get some liquid happiness, because you’re going to need it when we start some stretches this afternoon.”
“You mean liquor? Great,” he quipped, and I shook my head.
“Not with the meds you’re on. The happiness I’m referring to is coffee.”
He harrumphed.
“Aw, come on. Don’t be a party pooper,” I added as I backed out of the driveway.
