Returning to the bed, I flop down, suddenly overwhelmed. I pick up my phone and smile at the image of Dean that fills my screen. Opening up our text thread, I pause, contemplating how to respond.
I’m pregnant.I laugh to myself as I delete the words
Guess you’re stuck with me now.Delete.
I’m gonna crash out too. Sweet dreams, Cowboy.
I tap send.
Then I pull up Google and searchHow long into pregnancy can you ride a horse?Most results say to stop riding immediately, but one in bold a few sections down says that I could still ride until about twelve weeks pregnant. I pull up my menstrual cycle app, and go through the instructions of setting my profile topregnant. It still doesn’t feel real. The calendar populates a projected delivery date, showing I’m still early on in the pregnancy. I know that I’ll continue riding until it’s unsafe for the baby. Twelve weeks gives me more than enough time to finish out the season and figure out what my next step is going to be.Ournext steps. Plugging my phone in and turning it upside down on the nightstand, I turn and wiggle under the covers. I find sleep somewhere between working out how to tell Deanwhen I see him and trying to imagine what a combination of the two of us will look like.
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The indoor arenawas quiet this morning. I was up before the sun and ordered breakfast to my trailer so I didn’t have to show my face in town. Denver is a big city, but it sure seems to press in on me the more I visit here. After I ate, I threw on a black t-shirt and jeans then walked Ghost into the fenced area. A few other riders are waking up in the lot, the sounds of the day starting to filter in as Ghost and I make lap after lap in the soft dirt. When I grow tired of riding in a circle, I push Ghost into a trot and make our way into the main arena. Some of the staff are walking around, checking on equipment, but for the most part, it’s still early enough that I can get away with being out here. Pulling to a stop in the middle, I spin around, taking in the massive outdoor stadium that in a few hours will be overflowing with people and noise.
A section to the west makes my heart stutter. Every summer we’d sit right there. Me and Owen sandwiched between our parents. They always picked the same seats—in the shade, trying to stay cool in the setting summer sun. Those seats always had aclear view of the bucking chutes. I still can’t get Owen out of my head, the way he stood tall and confident despite my scowl.
A rambunctious group of boys wearing staff shirts and dirty boots step under the fence and walk through the arena. Not any older than seventeen, they laugh and push each other, completely oblivious to the fact that I’m watching them.
“Bro, I can’t believe you don’t know her.” One of the kids pulls out his phone, fingers flying over the screen before pointing at it showing his friend something.
“Who are you talking about?” Another one muscles his way between the two, eyeing the phone, letting out a low whistle. “Fuck, bro, she’s one of the best barrel racers in the country.”
My eyes snap to them. Ghost shifts under me, clearly picking up on the tension working its way up my back.
“Hannah Harlow is fine as hell,” another boy mutters as the group huddles together a few yards away from me.
“Kev, where are you working tonight?” the one with the phone asks, looking up briefly at the tall kid.
“I’m helping Jessie coordinate the riders…” he wiggles his eyebrows, “in the practice arena.” All the boy's jaws drop, staring atKev.
“Fifty bucks if you hit on her, dude!” A shorter boy punches him in the arm. I watch on, begging them to say what I know will be the next challenge.
“Nah, one hundred if you get her into the tack room.” The first boy tucks his phone in his pocket, casually crossing his arms. “Mitch got that blonde racer to give him a hand job last summer, it’s not unheard of.” I strangle the leather reins between my fingers.
“Deal,” Kev says cockily before turning around and continuing their trek across the field. They make it a solid three steps before Ghost’s shadow covers their faces, and one by one,they skid to a stop, heads tipping up and up until their faces fall with recognition.
“Dean Wilder?” the short kids mouth falls open as he looks up at me. Giving him a dip of my chin, I look between the group of them. Kev opens his mouth about to say something, but I shoot him a dirty look that has him snapping it closed.
“You better watch your fucking mouth,Kev.” I say his name with as much disdain as I can muster. “If I catch any one of you tiny dick boys so much as looking at my woman, I’ll end you.” Their pale faces and slack jaws almost make me feel bad. I tap my heels on Ghost's sides gently and stalk towards them. They stumble back a few steps, breaking apart to let us pass through their line. I feel them staring as I make my way back through the main gate towards the parking lot. I have to slap a hand over my mouth to keep from letting out a loud bark of a laugh when I hear, “Holy shit, Kev. He knows your name!”
I spent the afternoon washing down Ghost and checking Hannah’s location every other minute. The closer she gets, the faster my heart pounds against my chest. My arms ache to hold her, my fingers anxious to be buried in her hair. Knowing that I won’t get the chance to later on, I plug my phone in and step into my bathroom to take a quick shower. I try to let the hot water wash away my guilt for being so close to home and having no plan to stop by, but thoughts of my family plague me. It wasn’t until I met Hannah that I even entertained the idea that maybe I’d made an irreversible mistake. The water turns cold while I’m lost in my thoughts, but I stay under the steady stream for a while longer, hoping the colder it gets, my heart will remember that it should be, too.
When I finally tuck a towel around my waist, I pull open the bathroom door, skidding to a wet stop. HannahfuckingHarlow sits on the foot of my bed, leaned back on her elbows, eyes slowly skimming over my chest and stomach. Beads of water drip frommy wet hair, down over my skin and melting into the fabric hanging around my hips.
“Hi, cowboy.” Her voice is raspy, and it’s so fucking sexy. Before I can get a word out, she stands, kicking off her boots and reaching for the hem of her white tee.
“What are you…” My words die quickly when I see what she’s wearing underneath. Suddenly, my mouth is too dry and I choke a bit as her jeans slid over her smooth skin and pool around her feet. “Darlin’,” I mutter under my breath, running a hand through my hair, causing more droplets to cascade down my chest.. She’s practically naked, wearing nothing but a scrap of black lace that hardly covers her tits and the thinnest thong I’ve ever seen, holding on by a thread around her hips. My feet refuse to move, even as I watch her turn her back to me and crawl over my unmade bed. When she arches her back, giving me a full view of her pink pussy peeking out from the black band between her legs, I can’t hold back any longer. Dropping the towel on the floor, I run my hand over my already heavy cock.
One look over her shoulder has me bounding onto the bed and crawling up behind her, her hips fitting perfectly in my hands. I watch her skin pebble as I lick up her spine, kissing her shoulders. The black ink across her ass is on full display, and I shake my head at the ridiculousyeehawtattooed on her skin.
“Thought you would like the black.” I look up at her brown eyes, watching me from over her shoulder. “I got it to match you.” Without breaking eye contact, I smack her ass, fast and hard across each cheek. A sense of pride fills me at the sight of her delicate skin stained red with my large handprint. Her eyes glass over, but never leave mine. Gripping my dick in one hand and pushing the other flat against her lower back to prop her ass higher, I rub the head of my cock through her, drenching myself in her. After a few passes, I tap it against her entrance. Her whole body trembles, so I take my time, tapping the head againsther over and over. Each time she pushes into me, our moans twist together and fill the room. When we’re both panting with need. Hannah throws her wild hair over one shoulder, brown eyes dark with desire, and that’s how we stay as I push into her, inch by inch until my pelvis rests against her. “Mmm..” She sighs, pushing back into me.
“Fuck, baby,” I grit out, trying to pull out and push back in as slow as possible, but the way her pussy grips me has me seeing stars. “I have to move.”
“I never said you couldn’t.” She giggles, pulling forward onto her knees before slamming back over me. Cursing loudly, I pull back slightly. She lets out a whoosh of breath, those eyes narrowing at me. Placing both hands on my fading handprints, I shift her forward, pushing her ass higher in the air. Closing my lips, I let the saliva pool in my mouth before letting it fall from my mouth. We let out a collective sigh as it lands against her skin and slowly slips between her ass.
“Dean.” Her voice is muffled against the bed. I respond by slowly running my thumb between her until it’s pressed against the soft skin of her opening. Rubbing the moisture into her, I lean over her back, my lips grazing her ear. “I told you one day this would be mine, too.” Her skin pebbles as I gently slip my thumb inside, groaning loudly as she clenches around me. Her opening pulls me in and her pussy holds my dick in a vice-like grip. Breathing deeply through clenched teeth, I ease my thumb in, watching as she trembles, her body winding tighter and tighter around me. My circles become quicker, and after she adjusts to being so full of me, she slowly rocks back against me.
