Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Sia didn’t move her hand from mine as we traveled over two other fields. When we started heading back, she said, “Cowboy?”
“Mmm?”
“You and Hush . . .” I couldn’t help but smile when she dropped her head and her cheeks beamed bright red. I stayed quiet, letting her ask what she wanted to ask. When she glanced up and saw my smirk, she manned the fuck up and said, “I’ve heard rumors . . .”
“What rumors?”
She blew out an exasperated breath. “You’re gonna make me ask, aren’t you?”
I sat back in my saddle, getting real fucking comfortable. “Yeah, darlin’. I think I fucking am.”
“Are you gay?” she blurted, then blinked like she couldn’t believe she asked it. “I mean . . . but you said you liked me . . . so, bisexual, maybe?”
I fucking hated labels. Always had. Never labeled myself as shit. I didn’t roll like that, but, “We’re close,” I said and shrugged. “People can think what they want. We just do everything together. I don’t care what people want to call it.”
“Everything?”
Now that got her fucking attention. “Well, Hush don’t ride horses, so not quite everything.”
“Cowboy!” Sia exclaimed, clearly sick of my dancing in circles.
I smirked. “But he’s there, with me, when we fuck sluts, so I’d say we’re pretty damn close.”
Sia’s mouth dropped open and her chest heaved. “You fuck women together? You . . . you have threesomes?”
“Yeah.” I studied her face closely. I wanted to know what the bitch thought of that bit of information.
“You never fuck women on your own?”
“Nope.”
“Ever?”
I shook my head.
“Only with Hush there as well?”
I nodded. Then smiled. Leaning closer, I asked, “What do you think of that, cher?” Her nipples hardening under her shirt showed me exactly what she thought of that.
“You don’t touch each other while doing it?”
“Ahh . . . the million-dollar question.” I made her wait, one, two, three seconds, before, “I mean, sure we touch . . .” Her eyes widened. “But we don’t sink the swords in each other, if that’s what you’re getting at.” I held up my hands. “Strictly into sinking the bitch’s pink.”
Her lip twitched, and she shook her head at my response. “Well . . . y’all are just regular spit-roasting Prince Charmings, huh?”
I choked on a laugh, but I leaned over to where she sat and looked her dead in the eyes. “Not just spit-roasting, cher.” Her breath hitched. “Double penetration is the position of choice.”
Sia’s cheeks beamed red. But, owning that shit, she whispered, “Different strokes for different folks, I suppose.”
I grinned and straightened. “Too true, cher.” I shrugged. “Way I see it, life is too fucking short. Live how you wanna live, have to live, and fuck everyone else.”
“I can’t imagine Hush doing that with anybody,” she said. “You, however, after this chat, I have no fucking doubt.”
I laughed, then taking her hand in mine again, said, “Don’t worry, cher, we’ll wear Hush down together. Get him seeing things our way. His walls are high, but I reckon we can smash through them if we try hard enough.”
“I . . . Cowboy . . . I don’t—” she tried to argue, but I dropped her hand and kicked Triumph off into a gallop. I let the bitch sit with that image awhile. Of having both of us. Her, crushed against our chests. Both our mouths on her neck.
After a few stalled seconds, Sia came sprinting after me. I glanced back and tapped my Stetson at her. Her face was determined as she tried to catch me. I’d give the bitch her dues. She could fucking ride.
She didn’t catch me as I entered the yard. Face flushed and out of breath, she dismounted and walked past me, muttering, “If that was a fair race I’d have spanked your Cajun ass. Next time, I’ll show you what Sandy here can really do.”
“Ooh, darlin’.” I licked my lips and dismounted too. “Spanking my ass? That can be arranged.” She raised her eyebrow at me. “What?” I said, mock shocked. “I’ve clearly just told you I’m into kink.” Sia grabbed Triumph’s reins and put the horses out to pasture. By the time everything on the ranch was done, night had fallen and I was fucking starving.
I turned to Sia. “I can see why you like it here, cher.”
She panned her eyes around the ranch. “Yeah. It’s my haven.”
“Unlike the club.”
She narrowed her eyes, and her shoulders slumped. “I’m just bitter about certain aspects of the club, Cowboy. Of course I don’t hate it. Just . . . sometimes I wish I wasn’t Elysia Willis, you know? You chose this life. I was born into it. And even then, I wasn’t allowed to be fully ‘in’ it.” She looked away.
“Deep down I knew you didn’t hate us,” I said. She looked up at me. “Kinda hard to think you hate bikers and the world we live in when you go and name your stallion Triumph.”