A laugh rumbles from my chest.“Anytime you need occupying by my cock, you call me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Careful what you promise me, cowboy.”She winks, adjusting my hat on her head.
My hand closes around her breast, squeezing it.“I don’t need to be careful.Not this time.I will deliver on every promise I make to you.”
“I believe you.”
That’s all I can ask of her.
I give her breast one last squeeze before pulling the flannel closed and buttoning one button.
“If you want to go to the market tomorrow, I’ll call Shadow.He said he’d put a prospect with you.”
“I don’t know how much that will help things.Clearly whoever threw that Molotov cocktail into the bar didn’t care about the MC.”
She has a point, but I’m still not willing to send her off to the market without protection.
“It’s good to have eyes on you, Amelia, and a prospect can sniff out any threats now that the club is alert to them.”
She considers this, then nods.“Fine.But tell him I want someone who can carry soap boxes and look intimidating, not someone who’ll scare off my customers.”
“I’ll make sure he knows.”I press a kiss to her forehead, then to her lips, before pulling back.“I really need to go now.”
“Go,” she says, shooing me with her hands.“Be the big bad rancher.I’ll be here making soap and thinking about this morning.”
She plucks the hat from her head before rising on tip toe to place it on mine.
“I want that back tonight,” she says.“Gonna ride you reverse cowgirl.”
“That so?”
“Sure, is.”
I groan, adjusting myself in my jeans.
Yeah, a man can definitely get used to all this.
When I finally tear myself away from her, I make my way outside.The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon, painting the sky in pinks and oranges as I head for the barn.Seeing that view used to be the best part of my day, but not anymore.
Now the best part of my day is anytime I’m inside Amelia.
The next day drags on like molasses.I’ve been checking my phone every fifteen minutes since Amelia left for the farmer’s market this morning, her car packed with soaps and a prospect trailing behind her straddling his Harley.
I’m in the middle of showing Dylan how to properly grip the reins when Tyler comes galloping up, his face tight with concern.
“Boss, we got a problem.Found a section of fence down on the north pasture.Looks like it’s been cut.”
My stomach drops.“Cut?You sure it wasn’t just worn through?”
Tyler shakes his head.“Clean cuts.Wire cutters for sure.”
“Shit.”I glance at Dylan, who’s watching us with wide eyes.“Sorry, kid.We’re going to have to cut this lesson short.”
Disappointment flits across his face, but he tries to mask it.I don’t miss it, though, and the sight wrecks me.However, I realize it’s an important teaching moment for me.Shit happens, and Dylan needs to understand that I’m not like Russell.I will always come back and finish what I started.
“Why don’t you see if Della needs help?I’ll be back as soon as I can to finish our lesson.”
Della, who’s been mucking out stalls nearby, waves him over.“Come on, Dylan.You can help me clean up around here.I’ll show you how to properly groom Bluebell after.”
