Yet part of me wants to meet his tender side, where I can look in his eyes and hear his words instead of just reading them.
There’s one lingering question I need to answer though.
Am I ready for him to kiss me?
Slay me, baby
Oliver
My guys are busymudding and taping the two less damaged rooms, so I head out to the barn to tack up my gelding.
I have to be in Tacoma anyways for the competition, although Sophia doesn’t know that.
That means today I have to move in my heifers to the closer pastures in case any start calving while I’m gone.
Even though I have a hefty amount of acreage, I don’t have nearly the number of head of cattle that Black Gulch does.
But every year I can gift each of my employees a full freezer of beef. And it keeps my land zoned agriculture.
It also keeps my horse in shape.
Falling into an easy walk, my hips rocks with the steady plodding. Only when I get the notification noise of a text does my heart start to race.
It always does with her.
RacingQueen: Want to see what I found for the wedding?
TheBigO: I’m starving for it.
Fucking cell service.
The spinning circle of the loading picture takes an eternity.
Then it takes a damn month of Sundays to finally un-pixelate.
Well, shit.
She’s holding the camera away from herself so I can only see her from her pretty throat down. A soft purple hugs her slim lines and lifts her breasts, filling the frame.
“Soph, I wish like hell I could touch you right now,” I murmur to the wind as my thumb traces the line of her neck.
TheBigO: Promise that you’ll wear that dress for me someday.
RacingQueen: I will.
I want to take it off her, one inch at a time.
My cock bulges uncomfortably against my zipper making me shift in the saddle.
When my phone dings again, I almost tumble off.
She has the lavender fabric bunched in her hand, exposing her smooth belly and a violet pair of thin panties that barely cover the mound of her pussy.
A groan escapes me.
TheBigO: You’re killing me in the best way.
RacingQueen: Well, they say that the word orgasm means ‘little death’, so maybe we can both die in each other’s arms over and over.
