“I’ve been trying.” My words are lost to a moan, because dammit, I’m pretty sure I’m going to comeagainwatching him pleasure himself. When I tried to convince myself the BDSM auction wouldn’t bethatbad, this is what I imagined. A bunch of foreplay, maybe a few more restraints, and coming over and over again until my pussy just gave out.
In that fantasy, however, Elliot was always the winning bid.
Even though I never actually expected him to show up.
Max told me why he was there at all, putting all my fears to rest about him being just like every other rich asshole there. He went to support his best friend, and in turn, saved me from a terrible fate. I’ve never considered myself a damsel in distress, but if I ever was, Elliot Bishop is the only man I’d ever want coming to my rescue. He’s the only one I trust.
Elliot groans, his face contorting as his strokes grow violent. He’s never once taken his eyes off of me while I’ve been playing with myself.
We come together, from across the room. His cum tangling in my panties, my orgasm messing up the couch a little more.
He flashes me a smug smirk, one that promises he knows exactly the effect he has on me. The effect he’ll always have on me. “You enjoy the show, Kay? Because I sure did.”
CHAPTER 10
ELLIOT
“Thank you for taking me shopping,”Kayleigh says as we drive under the arch to Bishop Ranch. The back seat is filled with shopping bags, all gifts for her family. Plus all the wrapping materials she’ll need since I own none of that shit. I haven’t wrapped a present in over two decades, when Adam’s mom…
My phone rings, effectively killing the memory that has no business surfacing after all this time.
I answer on speaker.
“You two done playing house yet?” Max asks through the speaker.
“We were in town,” I fire back, pretending I don’t notice the smirk on Kayleigh’s face.
“Shopping. I heard.”
“What do you need, Max?”
“Having a little trouble with Misty.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“She’s not letting anyone get a saddle on her back. She’s been, well, grumpy today. And you know Misty. That’s out of character for her.”
Misty is the horse I would consider the easiest to saddle even on the worst day. My stomach twists in worry. It doesn’t matter that there’s a box of condoms tucked in one of those shopping bags, or that it’s Kayleigh’s last night on the ranch before I take her to the airport and quite possibly never see her again. My animals are everything to me.
“We’re headed your way.”
I flash a weak smile to Kayleigh in apology, but she just shakes her head.
“This is important, Elliot. And I want to help.”
And help my angel does. Kayleigh—soon to be Dr. Kayleigh Kingston in the not-so-distant future—doesn’t hang back when we arrive at the main stable. She immediately assesses Misty as Doc Albertson would. She takes charge, asking all the right questions all the while keeping Misty soothed.
By the time the on-call vet arrives, she’s made a diagnosis.
But Dr. Jenkins isn’t convinced. The smug way he looks down at her, as though she’s nothing without that final semester of schooling, makes me want to punch him square in the nose. I refrain, because I don’t feel like going to jail on Kayleigh’s last night with me.
And also because Dr. Jenkins is the only authority who can write the prescription for the medication Kayleigh recommended.
I make my decision in a single heartbeat.
The second Kayleigh is an official licensed veterinarian, I’m hiring her full time for the ranch. Doc Albertson has expressed interest in retirement more than once, and there’s not a chance in hell I’m allowing this ass clown Dr. Jenkins to run the show.
“Why don’t you try saddling her once more?” The ass clown suggests.
