Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
She rolls her eyes, still smiling. “Keep telling yourself that. Maybe I just had to hate you for a little while to light that fire under your ass.”
I laugh. “Lord, did you hate me.”
“Pretty sure the feeling was mutual.”
“You’re too fucking beautiful to hate. Inside and out.”
Her turn to laugh. “Glad you learned your lesson.”
We pull into Rivers Ranch. I don’t have to swerve to avoid any potholes or divots. When Mollie and I signed the papers that officially created Lucky River Ranch, we agreed that our first order of business would be to get all our roads in shape. That way, the crews we’re hiring to help us with overhauling this side of the ranch won’t have any trouble accessing it.
My pulse skips a beat, then another, as we drive across my family’s land. I still have to pinch myself sometimes. It’s happening.
The dreams I’ve had for this place—Mollie and I are making them come true.
I vividly remember driving down this same road after I first met Mollie that day at Goody’s office downtown. The despondence I felt then—it was the lowest of lows. I saw no future for this land or for my family.
Funny how much can change and how quickly.
I park in front of the old hay barn. Mollie wanted to see it after I mentioned it as a possibility for Bellamy Brooks’s future storage facility.
We walk hand in hand to the entrance, the air filled with the smell of recently cut grass. The sun is deliciously warm on my shoulders and back as I open the rickety door for Mollie.
I shamelessly check out her ass as she strolls inside the barn, my dick taking note of just how good she looks in those jeans. Glancing over her shoulder, she catches me ogling her.
She slips a hand in her back pocket and smirks. “You’re an animal.”
“Yep.” I pull the door closed behind me with a thunk. “Turned into one after I met you.”
Mollie goes up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my mouth after I walk over to her. “I’m not sorry.”
“Neither am I.” I slide my hand into her pocket behind hers. “So? What do you think?”
My girl tips up her chin as she looks around the barn. “It’s a big space.”
“It’s a bit of a wreck now, but the bones are good. Y’all do need a bigger closet.”
The edges of her eyes crinkle. “We do.”
Bellamy Brooks’s second collection hasn’t launched yet, but the brand’s gone semi-viral on social media, thanks to Mollie and Wheeler’s kick-ass marketing campaign. They’ve fielded inquiries from some really big names in the retail space—one being a well-known Texas department store—so things are looking up.
“I’m proud of you, honey.” I peck her lips.
“Thank you, cowboy.”
I pluck the hat off my head and put it on hers. “Thank you, cowgirl, for sticking with me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”
“I heard something once.” Mollie reaches up to touch my Stetson. “About what needs to happen when you wear a cowboy’s hat.”
I yank on her jeans, pulling her closer. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“Something about…” She taps a finger against her lips as she pretends to think. “Hmm. I think it goes something like, Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.”
My dick throbs. “Funny, I’ve heard the same thing.”
“Here?” She glances up at the barn.
I grin. “Here.”
“We do need to christen this side of the ranch.”
Taking my hand out of her pocket, I reach around to unbutton her jeans and pull down the fly. “Which means you need to take these off.”
She puts a hand on my chest. “But someone could catch us,” she says with mock concern.
“Ride fast and ride hard, then. You know how.”
Then I’m pulling down Mollie’s jeans. She’s giggling, tearing off her shirt. My hat goes flying, but she catches it and puts it back on her head.
Glancing at a nearby bale of hay—the renters we’ve had for the past year sometimes cut their own—and a horse blanket, my skin tightens.
Aw, yeah. This is gonna be fun.
I toss the blanket over the bale. Mollie’s naked, save for my hat, so I grab her and lift her onto the bale too. “On your knees. There you go.”
She pouts. “A repeat of the shower?”
“Give me more credit, honey.” I wrap a hand around her neck and lean down to press a hard kiss to her mouth. “Trust me, you’re gonna like this.”
“I’ll like it better if you were naked.”
My blood jumps as Mollie looks at me from under the brim of my hat. Kneeling on the blanket, she looks fucking gorgeous: proud shoulders, full tits, thighs parted just enough to give me a glimpse of her pink pussy.
I’m shucking off my jeans and shirt before I know what’s happening.
I’m getting on my own knees. Putting my hands on her thighs and guiding them wider. Leaning in, I suck one nipple into my mouth, then the other, Mollie’s hands digging into my hair as she arches into my caress.