Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Are there rules to what he is called? I mean, his nickname?” I asked.
“Just can’t have the same name as another horse here. That would be confusing.”
I sat, thinking about a name that would fit him. Something he could be proud of that wasn’t silly. Bane remained quiet as I ran through ideas in my head, and then it hit me. I turned to look at him.
“Slingshot,” I said with a smile as it rolled off my tongue.
“Okay, Slingshot it is,” he agreed. “Where did you come up with that?”
I leaned back on my hands. “Did you ever go to church as a kid or hear any Bible stories?” I asked him.
He chuckled. “No to church, but, yeah, my granny made sure we heard the stories.”
“Do you know the story of David and Goliath?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve heard it.”
“Goliath was known as a champion, but he was taken down by a little boy and a slingshot.”
Bane licked his lips as he grinned. “Okay. Message received.”
I sighed, feeling much better about the little foal and his future.
Thirty-One
Bane
My fist remained frozen in the air as I stared at the closed door. Another of Halo’s moans from the other side, and I had to grip the doorframe. She was masturbating. Fucking hell.
I squeezed the wood tightly and closed my eyes as her sounds got more frantic. This was something I had not needed to know. I didn’t need to hear it. I should walk away. Leave her to it.
But I wasn’t going to. I was going to stand here and torture myself with it. Ripping this door off the hinges and going to replace her fingers with my mouth—it was tempting as fuck. I knew how she’d tasted on my fingers, and I was jealous of hers right now. That they got to touch her slick cunt and pussy lips.
Taking long, deep breaths, I dropped a hand to rub against my dick. How many times today had she made me hard? Could I even count? She’d laugh, and I’d stiffen in my jeans. She’d flash me a shy smile, and there I’d go again. She would lean over, and I’d see her cleavage. Then, bam, boner. I had gone to work out in the gym and kept glancing at the clock, counting down the time until I’d get to have dinner with her. Get an excuse to talk to her some more.
This was day one. I had two more days of this shit.
“Oh God!” she moaned loudly, and my hand tightened on my cock.
Fuck, pretty girl, that sounds hot.
I needed to stop listening. This was wrong. I stepped back and fisted my hands at my sides.
“Bane!” she called, and another cry came from her.
She was getting off to thoughts of me.
Fuuuuck. Time for another goddamn shower.
I had to get myself under control before she came back downstairs. I’d come to ask her what movie she wanted to watch tonight. It was just an excuse to see her. I hadn’t wanted to wait any longer.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Her voice was softer.
I unbuttoned my jeans and was working on the zipper as I headed down the stairs. My dick was going to be raw from all the jerking on it I had been doing, but, damn, she was keeping me worked up. Glancing at the guest bedroom as I passed it, for a moment, I considered moving her in there. No, I couldn’t do that. Too close to me. The others might hear her when she had her sex dreams, and they’d know I was in there with her. I had to leave her upstairs.
I shoved my door open and stalked into my room, pulling my cock out of my pants as I did so.
Halo sat down on the sofa, pulling her legs up and crossing them. I had almost asked her twice now what movie she wanted to watch, but the second attempt hadn’t happened either.
During dinner, she’d asked me questions about the stables. She was curious about shit no other female I’d dated even thought about. It was fucking cute, the way she was visibly concerned about the foal she’d named Slingshot. I should tell her that his sire was a Triple Crown winner, and if we wanted to sell him today, he’d sell for hundreds of thousands. But I was enjoying the way she was championing him like he needed one.
Pulling up the movie options, I turned to look at her. “What’s your favorite movie?” I asked.
She scrunched her nose, then laughed softly, almost as if she was embarrassed. It was bad that I wanted to kiss every one of those damn freckles on her nose.
“You just made me real fucking curious—” I stopped myself. I’d almost called her pretty girl. Shit. I was losing my head.
“In my defense, I didn’t get to watch much television, growing up. I only went to the movies once.” A shadow crossed her face then, as if the memory wasn’t pleasant.