“McBossy told me to.”
She lifts a brow. “Good. There aren’t many pastures in Denver.” She swaggers back into the barn.
Her comment dims my mood. She wanted to make a point, and she did.
Calder touches the middle of my back. “Don’t think about it. Not today.”
I smile at him, but a tiny knife twists in my heart. I won’t be able to ignore the decision for much longer. We go to the tack room and grab the lead ropes and halters. We’ll get these on the horses and lead them into the barn to saddle.
Sawyer appears in the doorway, and I give her a warning look.Don’t rain on my day.She flashes me an apologetic smile then lifts her chin. Her attention is on Calder.
“I’m not sure which horse you’ll pick, but the big one is Monster Jam.”
“Like the movie?” he asks.
She lifts a shoulder. “He’s one Ransom bought from a client at the vet clinic. He’s not good for kids, and needy, meaning helikes to be around other horses. He doesn’t mind people, as long as one other horse is with him.”
Calder’s brows draw together. “So, you want me to take him, or no?”
“He needs a confident rider. Any anxiety will get passed right to him. So if you’re confident, you won’t get dumped on your ass.”
“I know you think it’s been a long time since I’ve been in the saddle,” he says, his lips in even more of an arrogant twist, “but I’m not going to get dumped on my ass.”
“Just sayin’, if there’s any doubt, take Juneberry. She’s mine. Monster is ride-or-die for Styx, but he might get nervous.”
Calder nods. “Any other tips?” His question is serious. He may think highly of his handling skills, but he wants to do right by the animals.
Sawyer relaxes. “No. I try to ride him through the summer, and even in winter, but I don’t go far. It’s not much more than a pony ride going in circles in the corral. He’s good. His rider just needs the confidence he lacks.” She turns to me. “Have fun, and don’t ride naked.”
A laugh pops out of me, and Calder shakes his head. He grabs my hand and pulls me along.
“She just said don’tridenaked. Not that I can’t get you naked at some point during this trip.”
FORTY-ONE
MEREDITH
I thought Calder was joking about getting naked during the ride, but my pants are shoved down, and I’m gripping the metal bars on the gate between two pastures. He grunts and drives into me, filling me. Thanks to the jeans around my knees, I can’t spread my legs, and everything is so much more intense like this. I’m not a voyeur, but we’re out in the open, in the middle of nowhere, and the sense we could get caught heightens everything.
“Fuck, Meredith. So fucking tight,” he bites out behind me. The chain holding the gate closed rattles.
Pleasure coils inside of me, tight and pulsating. What would it be like to have this experience every Monday? A lazy ride and a quick fuck under the summer sun.
“Calder, I’m so close.”
“I can feel you.” His fingers dig into my hips, and his rhythm is frantic. “Hot and gripping. You’re going to come hard for me.”
It’s not a question. “Yes.”
He tilts my pelvis and hits a spot deep inside that sends me spiraling.
My knuckles are white on the metal bar. “Oh god.” Stars shatter behind my eyes. “Calder!” My cry rings across the land so loud I actually worry people in town can hear me.
“Fuck. So fucking wet.”
I can’t tell if he’s pumping into me or moving me back and forth to glide over his cock, and it doesn’t matter. I ride out my climax as his heat fills me inside.
Our heaving breaths mingle as he pulls out. Our connection was brief and frenzied but unlike any I’ve had before. I’ve never gone riding and got laid. I’ve never had relatively lazy mornings like this, doing something I love with someone I…
