“What? Why?” Kayleigh protests. She looks to me, a pleading expression on her face. “You’re only going to aggravate her more.”
“I want to see how she reacts,” Dr. Jenkins insists. “BeforeI prescribe the GastroGard.”
“That’s not necessary,” Kayleigh argues. “I’ve already told you?—”
“Where are you studying?” Dr. Jenkins looks at Kayleigh, venom in his eyes. I know what the ass clown’s trying to do, and there’s no way I’ll fucking allow him to mess up Kayleigh’s future. But this is not the time to have a dick measuring contest.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” I tell him.
“Elliot—”
“The sooner Misty gets the medicine, the better, right?” I ask, my gaze fixed on Kayleigh.
She nods, though the worried expression doesn’t fade from her face.
Misty allows me to saddle her, but not without serious reservations. Dr. Jenkins is ready to write this whole thing off as abad dayfor the mare, which is the only reason I hop into the saddle.
It’s the same reason I’m thrown from her back almost instantly.
I wake to the sound of the door creaking open in my dark bedroom. Everything fucking hurts. I didn’t break any bones, but I did threaten to sue Dr. Jenkins for every last dime he’s worth if he ever stepped foot on my ranch again.
“You sleeping?” Kayleigh whispers from the doorway.
“Hardly.”
She approaches the bed, and it’s only when she’s standing at the side of it that I notice she’s not wearing any clothes—no stolen T-shirt, no panties, no fuzzy Christmas socks. She’s completely naked.
“Sweetheart, I’m not really up for?—”
“Shh,” she says, climbing onto the bed and settling herself between my legs. She runs her hands up my thighs softly, and my dick forgets I’m in a ridiculous amount of pain from the fall. It lurches to life, well aware the pussy it’s been craving is nearby. “I’m here to take care of you, Elliot.”
“I’m not very good at allowing anyone to take care of me.”
“So this’ll be good practice.” She tugs off my boxers and lowers her mouth to my eager cock.
My eyes fall shut as her tongue dances around my shaft. But only for a moment, because I’m desperate to watch her enjoy my cock. The soreness in my body subsides as pleasure seems to stream through my veins. Kayleigh sucks my cock with leisure, as though she’s in no rush. As though there is no plane to catch tomorrow.
“I want you here, Kayleigh,” I insist.
“I’m here right now.”
“I want you tostay. After the contract is up.”
She lifts her head from my cock, and I almost regret saying anything. But then she lifts onto her knees, bracketing them on either side of my hips. She means to sink onto my cock, but the box of rubbers I bought are somewhere in the front of the house. Because I haven’t entertained a woman in this bedroom in longer than I care to admit, I don’t have any condoms handy.
“Kayleigh—”
“I want this, Elliot. I wantyou.”
CHAPTER 11
KAYLEIGH
When I watchedElliot get thrown from his horse, my heart stopped.
I wanted to strangle the smug, know-it-all Dr. Jenkins who caused all this fucking trouble simply because he couldn’t stand not being the first one to come up with the diagnosis and as a result created a stressful environment for an already aggravated mare. The only reason Misty allowed Elliot to saddle her at all was because he’s Elliot.
But the second he tried to mount her, I knew it was game over.
