He’s right. No need to check in with each other or…be friendly.
Sex and sex only. That’s our deal.
Suzanne lets out a very loud, very long sigh, and I search for the cause.
Then I see it—my brother.
“You should talk to him,” I encourage.
The eye roll she gives is exaggerated. “I have no desire to talk to Deacon.”
“You just have other desires?”
“Shut up.”
I grin. “Of course. I didn’t say anything.”
“And what about you, huh? You’re single, and there are plenty of very attractive cowboys to choose from.”
My laugh is automatic. “Absolutely not.”
Yes, there are very attractive cowboys here, but none of them are what I’m looking for. Each one here has a goal: either get laid and only that, or win a buckle. Honestly, most are here for both.
I’m here for neither.
“You know, you can just fuck one and not have to marry him. I know you have this whole thing about sex and relationships, but sometimes it’s just fun to screw around.”
Don’t I know it.
Tristan comes home tomorrow. He dropped Sadie off yesterday and was going to stick around in case she had any homesickness issues. I think it’s sweet how much he loves her and the sacrifices he makes.
I also can’t wait for tomorrow when we will both sacrifice sanity to bang.
I smile at Suzanne. “I’ve heard that’s a thing.”
She laughs. “It is, and young, beautiful women tend to get the better end of the deal.”
“Is that so?”
“It is,” my friend replies. “Seriously, Lark, it might be good to just have some fun for once.”
I’m having plenty of fun. Only I can’t tell anyone that. Especially not Suzanne. She is one of my closest friends, but she has a big mouth.
“I’ll take it under advisement,” I reply.
“You do that.”
We stop outside the barn area where her horse is held until her race in about thirty minutes. I’m one of Arion’s trainers. Suzanne asked me to help with him when she first got him, and I will say, he’s one of the fastest horses I’ve ever worked with.
Along with being one of the most fun.
His speed and ability to control it is what makes him such a unique horse.
Partner that with Suzanne’s ability to ride, and it’s no wonder she wins as much as she does.
“How is Arion?” I ask. “Do you need me to look at anything?”
She shakes her head. “No, he needs his alone time before the race.”
