At least her anger seems to have faded, replaced with a worried pinch of her mouth.
She thinks she’s alone out here.
I’m not going to let her go to another event without being by her side.
I need her as badly as she needs me, for two very different reasons tonight.
“I got your back.” I’m so tempted to brush my hand over her shoulder in reassurance.
As I walk away, I do the only thing I can.
I hit the button and grin when I hear her gasp from behind me.
Stalled
Sophia
Biggie had to haveseen me sitting with Oliver, then reminded me he was there…watching.
But where?
Scanning every face I see as I work my way back to the stall, I don’t spot anyone looking back with anything resembling love in their eyes.
I was in such a rush to confront Oliver over that John guy, I didn’t finish taking care of Misty.
Maybe I was quick to judge? If what Oliver said was true, he saved me.
It makes me nervous knowing I’m out here basically alone. Dad might be right about me taking the risk of leaving after everything at the ranch.
Except Misty is having her best times yet. I’m so damn close to a championship buckle, I can taste it.
She doesn’t seem to mind as she munches on her alfalfa that her back and flanks are still caked with sweat from her hard run.
After dropping my bag on the shelf, I go to work brushing out the matted hair and smoothing out her mane.
“You did so good today, girl,” I murmur, working my way over her shoulder. “Do you think you’d like it in Oregon? I bet the grass there grows taller than my head.” My lip turns up at the thought.
I must be crazy to even be planning on it.
Except it’s getting more and more difficult to know I’m the only one keeping us apart.
Speak of the devil, I bet that notification is him.
Just as I reach for the pocket, the vibrator in my ass starts to buzz.
Clenching my thighs, I grab the small shelf and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Holy fuck,” I exhale as it keeps going.
Every fiber in my body is on fire from the sensation, but it locks me up like I’m holding a live wire.
I barely register the heavy thump behind me, then rough hands wrap me from behind.
A hot palm covers my mouth making a flare of panic ignite through me.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is seeing you and not being able to touch you,princess?” His chest presses me from behind, pinning me to the wall.
When his fingers lower, they keep my chin facing the wood boards.
