I shift Giddings and check every one of the buckles on the bridle and saddle to make sure she's secure. Dallyce isn't going to be doing any steer-roping but even so, I'm not taking any chances. The idea that some accident might hurt her is unbearable. I also get to make myself busy so that no one notices how I can't stop looking at her whenever she's close by. Her delicious little body is a magnet tugging me straight to its core.
“Let's get goin' before those steer are all the way to Arizona,” Rafe shouts over his shoulder to rustle me up.
He and Modesty are already in the saddle and walking out of the barn. Giddings has scuttled away. I'm left alone with Dallyce for the first time.
Her eyes are boring into me when I look up.
“All set?” I ask.
She moves toward me with a wobble in her step and I notice her lower lip tremble. I can't pull her into my embrace, wrap my arms around her and tell her not to be afraid. And it's all I can do not to cup her head in my palms while I suck those plump lips and delve my tongue inside her mouth like I'd like to shove it inside her pussy. She has nothing to be afraid of when I'm around. No one will get to touch so much as the sole of her boot.
Her gaze is still lodged deep in mine as she steps up into my palms. I notice the light hazel color with the green starburst forming an aureole around the pupil. I lift her onto Lightworker's back and Jesus, she weighs nothing.
I could haul her into positions all over my bed with just one hand. And hold her down while she thrashed like a wildcat. If we ever got that far, because it would be the simplest thing in the world to bend her over a hay bale and peel those tight jeans down her thighs.
I have to get this girl out of my head. It's all kinds of wrong. Aside from how much younger than me she is, there's some chaperone for these girls to ensure exactly this kind of situation never occurs.
“Is anything wrong?” she asks me so softly it sounds like a whimper.
I realize I'm still standing at her side, my hand resting on her thigh. I can feel the strength of her muscle as she lightly grips Lightworker, as well as the soft flesh just beneath the denim. My thumb is mere inches from her pussy, now spread open and so close. Close enough to touch.
I lift my eyes up to find hers, taking in the heaving of her fine tits against the buttons of her tight shirt and she's looking at me with intense need. Her little hand shifts on my shoulder up the side of my thick neck to dagger her fingers into my hair.
“Don't,” I grit out. Suddenly coming to my senses and shaking her hand off as I step away.
“Why not?” she mewls.
“Because it ain't right. I'm sixteen years older than you.”
I mount my horse Cinders. in one move, give her a squeeze and she takes off at a canter. Cinders is a powerful mare and she loves to run at a clip, especially after a day or two of walking around the ranch while I take care of business. We're moving at a gallop but within a minute Dallyce is at my side.
We've almost caught up to the other two and I prefer to keep Dallyce to myself. I rein up Cinders a little so she slows down, instantly responsive to my touch. Dallyce matches my pace and I can't help but wonder whether she'd be as well-trained and do exactly as I bid her.
“Why are you hung up on how old you are?” she demands.
“I'm not. I'm hung up on how old you are, Baby Girl.”
She pouts a little at that and shoots me a fearsome glare and I chuckle with a shake of my head. Better we try to keep this on a friendly basis. Not that I can keep the images of the dirty things I want to do to that steamy little dynamo seated proudly erect and riding at my side. How would it be to keep her there?
“Are you married?” she blurts out, jolting me out of that fantasy in a flash.
“Hell, no,” I reply.
“Ever been married?”
“Hell, no.”
“What have you got against forever?”
“Just that it lasts a dang long time.”
“Has there never been—someone?”
“What's with the tenth degree? You writing one of those blog posts or something?”
“I'm curious about you? I want to know more of the real man after seeing his physical attributes.”
I snap my gaze to hers and she's grinning like a cat with double cream.
“That was a mistake,” I bark. “One you need to forget.”
“I doubt I could ever forget something that magnificent.”
“That's enough flattery, young lady. Tell me about yourself. You always dream of being the rodeo princess?”
I can't deny I'm pleased that she admired my dick. The bastard is stirring in my pants with gleeful pride, jabbing to be let out and find its way deep inside the girl beside me.
Down boy.
It ain't never gonna happen.
“My mom entered me for the contest. It was her dream more than mine but it's been fun to travel the country. Meet new people, get some experience.”