Why?
Because Suzanne was competing, and my sister mentioned it, which meant that Lark would be here.
Why is this a big fuckup? Because I came here forher.
Then I fucked her in a horse stall like a damn animal.
Although she seemed to like it, based on the fact that she bit my hand as her orgasm peaked.
“We just…had sex…in a freaking stall at the damn rodeo,” Lark says, as she’s fixing her skirt, which is now sideways.
I clear my throat. “Are you okay?”
She laughs once, sitting on the hay bale beside her. “I am. A little mortified, and also grateful no one walked in. You?”
“Much better now,” I admit.
Definitely took the edge off.
She smiles and shakes her head. “So you’re back early?”
Yeah, I also screwed up by telling her I missed her, but I’m going to do my best to gloss over that and pretend it didn’t happen.
Safer ground is about Sadie.
“I am. Sadie did great. She had a friend at the camp that she didn’t know was going to be there. She was convinced she was the only girl in the world not going to a horse camp.”
Lark runs her fingers through her hair, pulling out a few strands of straw. “That’s good then.” She stands, turning. “Do I have anything on me?”
I let my eyes roam her body, remembering how good she felt as I was driving inside her. I clear my throat. “No.”
“So, Sadie is settled?”
“She is. After the first night she texted me that I could leave, that she wouldn’t be needing me, and she’d see me in a few weeks, when I would pay for my decisions—because even though she’s not completely angry about this camp, she’s still upset.”
“Will you now?”
I nod, grinning at Lark. “I will. Most definitely. Twelve-year-old girls are quite terrifying.”
“Oh, don’t I know it. Although I think we’re pretty devious at any age. Especially if we’re scorned. Seems that Sadie is in that camp of women.”
My daughter is truly one of the sweetest kids in the world, but she has a lot of me in her, and that’s truly the scary part.
While I wasn’t an asshole growing up, my parents had their hands full. I was the only boy. The oldest and surrounded by females who used me in their schemes. My mother also loved me and thought I did no wrong, so I got away with everything.
My sisters did not.
“She’ll forgive me by the week’s end,” I say, hoping it’s true.
“And if she doesn’t?”
“I’ll send in the big guns.”
Lark stands, brushing the hay off her. “Oh?”
“My dad. He can get her to do just about anything.”
“And who can get you to bend to their whim?” she asks, her green eyes filled with mischief.
