Page 25 of Beneath the Flames
Looking back at Rytsar, she couldn’t help but gush, “I can’t think of anything more adorable than seeing you and Sir in these.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I can.” Nodding to her, he commanded, “Get dressed,radost moya. No panties allowed.”
He shut the door, leaving her alone in the room. Brie went back to the drawer to get her clothes. Quickly shedding her sundress and sandals, Brie put on the jeans, plaid shirt, and leather cowboy boots, finishing her outfit off with the hat.
After tucking in the shirt, she looked into the freestanding mirror and grinned at herself. The pinkgingham shirt was a lovely contrast to the blue jeans and complemented her white hat and brown leather boots. She definitely felt like a proper cowgirl in her outfit.
Walking out of the bedroom, she was met with the whistles of both men. And the moment Hope saw her, she cried out, “Mommy cowboy!”
“Isn’t your mommy cute, little angel?” Sir murmured, walking to Brie. He turned his head at an angle to miss the wide brim of her hat as he went in for a kiss.
Rytsar stood back with his arms crossed, looking at her hungrily. “It is a good look for you,radost moya. I approve.”
Brie twisted where she stood, smiling shyly under his intense gaze. “I can’t wait to see you in your outfit, Rytsar.”
With a half-grin, he bent down to pick up Hope. Handing her to Brie, he glanced at the room on the other side of the cabin. “Moye solntsehas her own outfit. Why don’t you get her dressed for the ride?”
Brie dutifully headed to the other room and found a frilly pink gingham dress for Hope, along with pink cowboy boots and a matching hat. Hope clapped her hands excitedly while Brie dressed her. She ran straight to the mirror the moment Brie was done.
Placing the pink hat on her head, Brie told Hope, “You are the cutest darn cowgirl I’ve ever seen.”
Hope jumped up and down, then ran out of the room to show off her pretty clothes, crying, “Papa!Dyadya! Look at me…”
Brie was tickled to find there was even an outfit for Antony. She quickly dressed him too, smiling as she puton the tiny blue jeans, plaid shirt, and little brown socks that mimicked leather boots. Before she carried him out of the room, she placed the tiny hat on his head and secured the strap under his chin.
Excited to show Rytsar, Brie stopped dead in her tracks the moment she stepped out of the bedroom.
Her stomach did a flip-flop when she saw both Sir and Rytsar standing before her, dressed as cowboys all the way down to their sexy leather boots.
Sir looked incredibly handsome in his blue plaid shirt, dark jeans, and black hat. As did Rytsar, who sported a red shirt instead.
“Wanna take a ride on my…horse?” Rytsar asked with a sexy growl.
Brie was so turned on by the sight of the two dressed as cowboys that her pussy started getting wet. “Oh, my…” she purred, fanning herself.
There was a light rap on the door. “The horses are ready when you are,SeñorDurov.”
Brie looked down at her son and smiled, telling them, “I’ll stay here and watch Antony.”
“You’ll do no such thing,radost moya!” Rytsar stated, opening the door. “Rosita has graciously offered to watch Antony during the ride.”
Mateo, a ranch hand who introduced himself as their guide, walked them down to the stable. “The horses are saddled up and anxious to ride out.”
Rosita was waiting for them at the stable doors. “I wanted to introduce you to your mounts.”
Running her hands down the neck of a beautiful dapple-gray stallion, she said, “This is Pepper. He’ll beyour ride,SeñorDavis.”
“Really?” Sir replied, sounding surprised. “I thought stallions were too temperamental to ride.”
She laughed. “Actually, stallions are commonly ridden in the rest of the world, and even preferred in some countries. While most of the world sees horses as ‘partners’, the riding culture in the US is distinctly different. For some reason, Americans tend to treat their horses as pets, and they prefer mares and geldings.
Sir patted the stallion, looking at the animal with respect. “I had no idea…”
“Pepper is a patient horse and an excellent partner,” Rosita assured him, obviously proud of her horses.
Moving on to a buckskin with a long, black tail and mane, Rosita told Rytsar, “And this is your horse,SeñorDurov. Don’t let her name fool you. Sandstorm is as gentle and steadfast as they come. She’ll be the perfect ride for you and your niece.”
Rytsar picked Hope up to let her pet the horse’s nose. “Feel how soft the muzzle is,moye solntse.”
