Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Payton and I are going to take shifts feeding her. He’ll do the first two during the day, and I’ll do the others in the afternoon and evening.”
Elle smiles. “Good plan. Y’all should be able to get her to a normal weight in about two months.” Her voice stays soft and steady while she walks around Fancy. When she’s finished her full body check, I hear the game warden’s diesel truck start and the trailer bounce down the road.
Payton removes his hat as he comes over to us. “So how is she? Like your overall opinion?”
“Sadly, I’ve seen worse,” Elle admits. “But before I can deworm her, she’ll need to fatten up. Her teeth need to be floated and her hooves need trimming, but I think I’ll need a radiograph of them first to make sure there isn’t a bigger issue I can’t see. I can get our best farrier out here to take care of it this week. With all of that being said, I think she’ll be okay. Fancy’s a fighter.”
“She’s in good hands now.” Payton beams.
“I’ll be back first thing in the mornin’ before work to file down those teeth and give the primary doses of vaccines. After about a month, I’ll administer the rest. Don’t want to move too fast and shock her body because she’s already so weak. When can y’all meet me tomorrow?”
“Whatever time works for you,” I confirm.
“I’ll text ya later after I look at my schedule. Probably gonna be at the butt crack of dawn,” she admits.
“Sounds like a plan,” I say just as her phone rings and interrupts us.
“Shit. I gotta run.” Elle gives us a wave as she rushes to her truck.
“Thank you,” I say, raising my voice.
“You owe me one!”
And then it’s just Payton, Fancy, and me. Payton hooks a lead rope on her halter, then walks her into the open lush green free-roam pasture with a trough of clean water.
“We’re not gonna let anything happen to you,” Payton confirms when she starts grazing.
As I stand beside him, watching Fancy eat, he places his strong arm around my shoulders and squeezes. Being with him feels like home.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
KAITLYN
Payton's firm grip holds me in place as he thrusts harder, slamming my skull into the headboard. His intense stare holds me in place as I widen my legs and take all of him. Our eyes lock when he slides his hand up my throat, and we pant in sync.
Each time gets better and better.
My heart pounds in rhythm to our bodies slapping together.
"I'm so close," I tell him.
He lowers his face, his lips inches from mine.
"Come with me," he demands.
It doesn't take long before my body trembles and soars toward the ledge. Payton grunts and thrusts deep inside once more before we're flying high in the clouds.
My back arches as I chase the rush, and when Payton closes the space between us, he crashes his mouth to mine.
I don't have the willpower to remind him of our rules or break away because his soft lips are exactly what I've craved.
Even if I shouldn't.
"Payton," I murmur, breathing hard and wanting more.
"Kate."
"Payton."
"Kate!"
His loud booming voice jolts me upright in bed. Blinking hard, I realize I was sex-deep in a naughty dream.
About us kissing.
Fuck.
"You okay?" He squeezes my shoulder. "I heard you shouting and thought something was wrong."
Oh God, was I screaming his name?
"I'm fine," I finally reply with a deep exhale. "Just a weird dream, I guess."
It’s the third one I’ve had since we fucked in the barn loft last week, but it’s the first time it involved kissing.
"Could be a pregnancy symptom," he says, sitting on the bed next to me. "Some women get them."
Nah, it was just a sex dream about kissing my best friend when we agreed to no kissing.
And I wanted it…bad. There's no denying I've been thinking about us lately, but we made rules for a reason.
"Maybe."
"You're sweatin'. Sure you're okay?"
I wipe a hand over my face, then feel my forehead. Payton stares intently as if he wants to ask me something else, but since I've embarrassed myself enough, I quickly change the subject.
"I'm gonna get ready for work," I tell him, then look at the clock and see it's almost seven. "Don't you need to feed Fancy before work?"
"Already did. I got up early so I had time to come home and make you breakfast."
"How's she doing?" I ask.
"About the same, she's eating well. I can already tell she's gained a couple of pounds."
That's amazing, considering she just got here last week.
"Wow, that's great." I beam.
“Whatcha hungry for?"
"Um...you can surprise me."
He stands and heads for the door. "Okay, I made some coffee, but I was thinking of switchin’ to decaf."
"Excuse me?" I glower. "Why would we do something so ridiculous?"
"It's better for conceiving and pregnancy."
"You can fuck right off with that."