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And the comments… GoodLord. They’ve been brutal. Calling for the most disgusting, humiliating tasks for us to perform, on top of multiple promises that they can treat her better than any of us ever could. Those people piss me off and I find myself immediately blocking their profiles out of spite.
The comments that make me smile are ones of support for her, telling her it’s okay to be angry, don’t give in too easily, but they appreciate our desire to make amends. David told us yesterday that he’s got about a month’s worth of material to get through before he starts showing that Betsy has had a change of heart. I don’t mind one bit. Maybe seeing this will give her a bit more satisfaction to add to us panting after her like dogs. Trina was right when she said that, at least.
Some of these people are picking favorites among us, which we’re used to. It happened every time we posted anything on our account, which is now fully shut down with the videos pulled. What I didn’t expect was the growing trend of encouragement to our girl that she doesn’t have to choose. She can have her cake and eat it too. A few perverts are demanding details on how she’ll handle three cowboys at once, and I’m tempted to tell them all thatwe’rethe ones who can’t keep up, but I restrain myself.
Tapping my screen to scroll to the next video, I accidentally answer a call from Betsy as she calls through.
Grinning, I bring it to my ear. “Well, mornin’ gorgeous. What can I do ya for?”
Her giggle through the line melts me, and I relax as I take another bite. “Smooth, cowboy. Listen, I think I need your help. I took Frank out this mornin’ and I think he tore a tendon or pulled a muscle or somethin’. Not exactly sure, but I don’t feel right ridin’ him and I’m likewaaaaaayin the back. Not feelin’ up to walkin’ for half an hour. Think you could come pick me up?”
Standing quickly, I shovel the rest of the bread into my mouth and start nodding. “Absolutely,” I mumble through my full mouth. “Where exactly are you?”
“Toward the back row of the solar panels, northeast corner. I was clearin’ them from debris, and my man must have steppedin a hole or something. ‘Bout bucked me off him when he stumbled. I’ll have to call Doc.”
Hurrying to the barn that’s stood empty on the old Landry property, now Harper property, I head inside. We all went for a ride last night and I brought Baron back here when we headed back. “I’m gonna ride out Baron, pick ya up.”
“Wild, why don’t you just bring a truck?”
“You don’t wanna ride double with me? Haven’t had you in front of me in years.” I’m sure she can tell I’m teasing, which I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to plant her ass in my lap for a nice slow walk back to her place.
She sighs loudly, then gives in. “Fine, but you best keep your hands to yourself. We’ve got shit to do today.”
“I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“Promise me, Wild.”
“I promise Iwon’t.” With that, I chuckle and hang up the phone, then quickly gear up Baron and take him toward Betsy’s at a fast gallop. When the panels come into view, I circle around them and head toward the corner where she said she’d be waiting.
As I get closer, she waves while talking on her phone. Her voice carries out in pieces until I eventually pick up her words. She must be talking to Doc, and when I stop next to her, I drop to the ground and head over to check out Frank while she finishes up scheduling a time.
He’s babying his front left leg, keeping pressure off it. Running a gentle hand over his coarse fur, I immediately feel the overheated, swollen tissue and let him go when he starts to fuss from my prodding. “What’d ya do to yourself, buddy?” I ask him, running a soothing palm over his neck, then pat him gently.
Gathering his reins, I lead him behind Baron and tie it to the back of my saddle to lead him home. Betsy absolutely made theright call to not ride him. Once I’m finished, I turn toward her and see she’s watching me quietly.
“Think you’re right. His leg is all swelled up.”
She tilts her head to the side. “‘Course I’m right. Always have been, always will be.”
“And I’ll never forget it. Come on, country girl, let’s get you up.” I move like I’m going to help her to Baron, but she huffs in annoyance and hauls herself into his saddle gracefully. Patting her butt the same way I did for Frank, I urge her to move forward. “Scoot up. I’m a lot bigger than the last time we did this.”
Her eyes dance with mirth at my comment, and she fights back a grin. “That you are, Wild. One of the biggest I’ve ever seen.”
“Oneof? Who else you seen outside of us?”
“Who says I wasn’t referring to one of them?” Her snooty remark makes me growl and lean forward to nip her ear as I get settled in behind her. She squeaks and bends forward, laughing at me, but this new position lifts her ass up from the saddle, allowing me to slip forward to fill most of the seating space.
Reaching around her, I take up Baron’s reins and wrap an arm around her waist to pull her back up to me. When she realizes she’s given up room, she glares at me over her shoulder. “You need to back up a bit. I’m not sittin’ in the seat.”
With a wink and pat to my thigh, I flash another smile. “Got you a seat right here. If you don’t think you’ll be comfortable, you can always flip around and face me.” I can be honest with myself. I’d much prefer her to face me, especially considering she’s wearing a pair of ass high shorts. Then it dawns on me what she’s actually wearing. “The hell, Bets? Why you wearin’ this? Not that you don’t look fantastic, but you always wear jeans when workin’.”
Groaning in annoyance, she uses the pummel and my shoulder for balance as she turns her body around, settling in to face me. Her legs are stiff as she tries to get more comfortable. Her head falls back to look up at me. “Was doin’ some filmin’ with David earlier. Wanted to come back to change, but you know how far I got.”
I hear what she’s saying, but my eyes are lost to the vision of her thighs spread wide over my lap, the material of her shorts pressed up real tight to her pussy. She snaps her fingers in front of my face, but then she must feel my cock getting hard behind my zipper, and she breathes out a soft, “Oh.”
Part of me expects her to give me shit for being so single-minded, but when her fingers walk a slow path down my chest before trailing a finger over my bulge. She peeks up at me and winks, then works my belt and zipper down until my cock pushes itself free, causing me to let out a slow exhale in relief.
She touches me softly at first, before saying, “I know I can’t do much more than this right now, but I wouldn’t mind playin’ with you a bit on our trip home.” She bites her lip and admits, “You’re really quite beautiful, Wild. It’s no wonder you always had the girls fawnin’ all over you.”
