I can feel the pout spread across my face which makes him laugh; truly laugh. I haven’t heard that sound for what felt like forever.
“We’ve had a lot to drink today-” he starts, moving my hands down to button back up his shirt. “And when I finally get to have you, I don’t want any regrets.” I groan, towards the notion.
“Because when I fuck and make love to my perfect little pussy,” he leans his face inches awayfrom mine. “I’ll never let it go again.” I exhale sharply, hoping that hemeans that he’ll never be letting me go again.
Twenty-six
Maverick
Leaning back into my saddle on Storm, I feel the light thump in my head from yesterday’s alcohol consumption.
My mind still revelling in last night, in our field, worshipping my girl the only way she should have been all these years.
It was hard to walk away from her, from fucking her, making love to her, but I have to make sure this is done right.
She’s still fragile, and I’m one of the reasons, if not the main reason as too why.
She also now has a daughter in the mix of everything. It isn’t just me and her anymore.
Those days are long gone.
“Hey, Mav!” I hear Colter shout, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yes, boss,” I reply, smirking at the name I give my best friend, knowing how much he hates me calling him it.
“Let’s get them into this pasture and then I think we’re done for today,” He shouts from the left side of the herd.
“Got it, Boss,” I shout back, urging Storm to walk forward, guiding the herd in the right direction of the pasture.
Once settled in the field, I ride Storm over to Colter, pulling on her reigns as we meet him shutting the large gate.
Jimmy hasn’t shown his face today, so it’s Colter and I moving the four hundred something cattle across the land and into a new field for them to graze, which on a severe hangover, isn’t an easy feat.
Shouldn’t have been possible, but we did it, we grew up doing it, although the hangovers have lasted longer the older I’ve gotten.
Hopefully the fucker never shows his face around me, my girl and her family again; but that’s not my call to make, this isn’t my ranch.
Colter thought about calling Mabel in to help, butknowing how much my girl drank yesterday, and that Ellie was safe at her grandparents, I managed to talk him out of it.
My girl needs a break and if that meant I have to work up even more of a sweat with the cattle, then so be it.
“Good work today, brother,” Colter says, mounting back on Dash, before leading him over to me.
“Don’t sweat it,” I smile back at him, turning Storm to the direction back to the main barn on the land.
“So, score any brownie points with my sister after you disappeared, last night?” Colter asks, eyes wide with fascination.
I pull my hand up towards my neck. “I’m not discussing what goes on between me and your sister with you.” I wink back at him.
“Actually, forget I asked.” He says, heaving over his finger.
“Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers.”
“Yeah, too much information, Mav” he replies, still heaving into thin air.
We urge the horses into a run, the main houses coming into sight, as well as the barn.
I spot Ellie in the distance, in one of the schooling pens with a grey horse, running around and playing with the beast.
