I was busy riding Wrax, making straight A’s in school, and chasing my dreams.
Boys were a distraction. And I was not a girl who would be distracted.
“He literally sits out there watching you ride like a lovesick puppy.” He laughed. “I think he’s jealous that you named your horse after me.”
I turned and smacked the top of his muscled arm. “Don’t get a big head. Wrax is named after both of us. And Jake is not jealous, nor is he a lovesick puppy.”
“So are you going out with him again?”
“I said I’d go get ice cream with him again. It’s not a big deal.” I glanced down at our legs stretched out beside one another,Axel’s in faded denim and mine covered in my new half chaps, chuckling at how much longer his legs were compared to mine.
“He’s going to go for the kiss, Wren. So you best pucker up,” he said, teasing.
“He hasn’t tried yet.”
He turned to look at me, the sun shining down on him as pops of amber and gold sparked in his green eyes. “You don’t need to be afraid. Kissing is fan-fucking-tastic. You want me to kiss you to show you how to do it?”
I gaped at him. “I’m not afraid of kissing him. I just don’t know if I want to.”
Before I could stop him, Axel lunged forward, tipping me on my back, as he hovered above me with a goofy grin spread across his face. “You want me to show you how to kiss him, Horse Girl?”
Why is my heart pounding in my chest?
His tongue slid across his bottom lip, and I squeezed my thighs together to stop the weird ache that was there.
I’d never kissed a boy. I hadn’t cared to.
“It’s not a big deal, I promise,” he said.
“I’m not afraid of kissing him.” I pushed at his chest, and he pulled back before sitting back down on his butt with a smirk on his face.
“I think you’re afraid, and I’m just saying, I can help you. Show you how to do it. That’s what best friends are for, right?”
I was the one to catch him off guard this time. I moved quick, shifting onto his lap, one leg falling on each side of his hips, as I wrapped my hand around his neck. “I’m not afraid of anything, Cowboy.”
I leaned forward, my lips crashing into his. His hand moved to the back of my head and wrapped around my long ponytail, and my lips parted as his tongue slipped inside.
The ache between my legs grew stronger.
His lips were soft, his tongue was warm, and my hips started rocking against him as I felt his thick length beneath me.
I abruptly pulled back.
I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, and I tilted my head to the side. “See. Not afraid of anything. No big deal.”
Why am I breathing so heavy?
I slipped off his lap, and he laughed. “Well, I’ve kissed plenty of girls, and that was some kiss, Wren.”
“I told you not to worry.” I made a conscious effort to calm my breathing, because kissing my best friend wasn’t a good idea.
Liking it was an even worse idea.
Every girl at our high school fawned all over him, and I would not be one of them.
He handed me his water bottle, and I took a sip.
“Where’d you learn to kiss like that?” He raised a brow in that charming, smartass way he always did.
