Page 19 of Wait in the Truck
“Kade, we’ve gotta go make sure they’re okay.” I suck in a breath. Cruella is rather high-spirited, and I don’t know if she’d react well to being around a horse she’s unfamiliar with.
He grimaces. “It sounds like they’re getting to knoweach other. Casper will take a fence out to get at a mare he wants.” Lifting me, he slowly slides me off his cock and sets me on my feet. He doesn’t let go until he’s made sure I’m steady in the water.Which I’m not. Not at all.My legs are like Jell-O. “You okay?” he grits out, looking me up and down for any sign that I’m not.
I nod, but I doubt I’ll feel normal for quite some time. My face burns with the all-too-recent memory of him burying his cock inside me. Pushing it from my mind, I urge my legs to move. To Kade’s credit, despite the substantially strong current, we hadn’t floated very far. He takes my hand, and we splash through the water to the bridge, where he gives me a boost.
There’s no time to be mortified about being seen in my wet underpants, and no time to towel off, either. I pick up my tank top first and yank it over my head while Kade hauls himself out of the water, running buck naked for his clothing on the bank of the river. Diving for my jean shorts, I work them up over my ass, grimacing at them rubbing against my wet skin. Somehow, Kade has moved faster, because he’s already tugging his boots on. With a gasp, I grab mine, struggle to put on a pair of socks, then jam my feet into them and take off running.
I’m well behind Kade and seriously agonizing over the fact I left Cruella so far from where I’d be swimming, but she likes the shade of the trees and the water available toher. Even so, I only have a second to focus on Kade’s broad shoulders and back that taper to slim hips before my eyes fall on my mare and the beautiful stallion. He’s alternately nipping at her and doing his damnedest to mount her.Oh, shit.
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Bone-tired and skin-soakedwith a fresh layer of hard work, I drill another screw into the fence before wiping my brow with the back of my forearm.
My phone pings from my jeans pocket, and with the flurry of notifications arriving one after the other, I know it has to be the Rivers brothers family group chat. Whipping it out, I scan over the thread of messages and cuss under my breath at the bunch of assholes gossiping.
Rhett
Kade, where the fuck are you?
Jace
Last I saw he was riding off into the sunset after our pretty blonde neighbor like some white knight cowboy shit.
I mean he’s “bookkeeping”…
Cole
Balls deep, brother. He’s balls deep in bookkeeping.
Assholes!
Not that it’s any of your business, but you can call off the search party.
I’m down by the river, fixing a fence.
Jace
Is that what the kids call it these days?
Cole
If it is, I wouldn’t mind fixing Sage Everett’s fence either.
Don’t forget to glove up.
Wouldn’t want to get a splinter.
Rhett
You better be fixing a fucking fence.
Pocketing my phone, I ignore the incessant vibration as my idiot brothers continue ribbing me.
There are many things I’d rather be doing on a dusk-lit Friday evening, most of which involve the pretty blondeneighbor Jace mentioned. Moral of the story, karma is a prickly bitch, and just as my luck would have it, she decided to pay me back for leaving the twins with the workload earlier today.
Do I regret following Sage toward the tree line and fucking her for the first time in a river? Somewhat. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.
