“She’s the one I was telling you about.” I shoot a glance at the goddess in the orange dress, then bounce my gaze over to Jenkins. “She’s striking. Don’t even get me started on that body.”
Hunter appears.
He approaches the mystery girl and Miranda. The pretty curvy girl turns around to greet him, essentially turning her back to me.
Flipping flying footballs.
I cock my head to the side, blinking at the view.
Even under the loose fabric, there’s no mistaking it. That’s what I call an ass—full, round, wide, and fucking delicious… just like I like ‘em. I’m swamped with the urge to sink my teeth into the plump flesh, right at the crease at the top of her curvy thigh.
Mmm.
I bet that thing would bounce nicely as I pump into her pussy like a piston.
I return my focus to Jenkins. “You want her?” I hate the thought, but he saw her first.
“You have nothing to worry about, Rhett. I doubt she even knows I exist. You, on the other hand, she’s aware of. She’s practically eating you up with her eyes.”
I can’t contain my grin. I’m pretty sure I’d have more luck roping the wind than hiding my excitement. “She’s pretty sweet.” I’m still grinning like a fool. “I’m surprised I didn’t see her last week when I went back to try to find her. I even went to all of the shops.”
“April said Riley had a few of the girls bouncing from one location to the other.”
I shake my head. “She was right under my nose the whole time.”
“She’s new in town. I think her name is Carolina? Cassandra?” He snaps his fingers a few times. “Katrina? Or is it Kendra? Hell, I can’t remember.”
“Fate is playing in my favor tonight, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get her name and phone number.”
“So, you’re planning on ridin’ that filly?”
“I’ll work my way into her stall first.”
Jenkins chuckles. “I guess I won’t see you for a while.”
“Don’t count on it.”
“Text me when you’re ready to leave.”
I nod and set off.
Chapter 8
Carina
He’s staring right at me.
Rhett.
The man sets my body on fire with just one look.
With his eyes still on me, he strides in my direction.
My heart is thundering.
A sudden bout of nervousness washes over me. I turn to leave—okay, to run and hide—but he reaches out and clasps his warm, calloused hand around my wrist.
I turn around to face him.
