Page 51 of Finding Little Fiera

Every muscle in his body engaged beneath her. She felt the strength in his shoulders. The way his core tightened before each shift. And all his strength added to her excitement.

No matter how he moved, she followed. Thighs gripping, fingers clutching, she did her best to think of anything except her sex pressed against his back. Her pulse pounded in her ears.

Was this because he was a rodeo rider? Because he knew how to anticipate motion? Or was he just that in tune with her body? What would it be like to make love to this man? She wasn’t sure she’d survive. Her thoughts skidded wildly.

Somewhere in the distance, a buzzer sounded. The crowd around them cheered. Their fifteen seconds were up. They’d made it.

Fiera burst into laughter, breathless and flushed, and without thinking, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to theside of his neck. It was instinctual. The second she realized what she’d done, heat flooded her face.

She jerked back slightly. He turned his head to look up at her, a wicked grin on his face as he winked. He knew! Somehow, he knew what that ride had done to her. Oh no! The realization of how wet she was hit her just as they were about to stand.

What if she’d left a spot on his shirt? There was nothing she could do. Except to burst into flames of embarrassment. Maybe the heat would dry his shirt before anyone noticed.

His voice rumbled when he asked, “Did you enjoy the ride, firefly?”

Eye wide, heart racing, she said the first thing that came to mind. “My sunglasses stayed on.” Yep, bursting into flames about now would be just the thing.

Holding her in place, he somehow flipped onto his back and went still beneath her. He studied her, and his eyes warmed. “Daddy has always got you, babygirl.”

Then slowly, deliberately, he shifted his weight. The balance platform tilted. But instead of moving to stand, he rolled. They went over together into the ball pit, with him making sure she landed on top.

Plastic spheres exploded around them as she braced her palms on his chest. His hands were already at her waist. And in that moment—breathing hard, hair falling into her eyes, laughter fading into something softer—she realized something.

She was safe.

Not just excited. Not just wanted.

Safe.

The realization hit so hard it stole her breath. She could feel him beneath her, aware of every part of him. And very much affected.

He saw her. Not just the bounce and sparkle, the fears, the need.

All of her.

He brushed her hair back from her face. “You did good, firefly.”

She wanted to tell him she wished she was his Little. Not just temporarily. Forever. But it was way too soon for something like that, right?

Her throat tightened, and she couldn’t get those words out, so instead she whispered, “You cheated. You know how that thing moves.”

A slow grin tugged at his mouth. “Maybe I do.”

Before she could say anything else, a fat drop of rain hit her cheek. At first, she didn’t know what it was, but then a second drop hit her sunglasses, then another. Then the sky opened.

Littles shrieked and scrambled. Fiera tried to move, but the plastic balls grew slick.

Master Derek’s voice cut through the rising sound of rainfall. “All right, folks! Talent and art shows are postponed until tomorrow! We’ll pick up regular Ranch activities after dinner!”

Groans echoed through the campground as everyone dashed back to the lodge.

Master Mace pushed up, helping Fiera to her feet. Rain plastered his shirt to his chest. Her breath hitched.

He grabbed his hat from a nearby table and jammed it on her head. Without words, he laced their fingers together and led her from the clearing. The walk to the cabin was quiet except for the rain drumming against the trees.

Her mind replayed the afternoon. Their kiss. The bronco busting. The way he’d felt beneath her. The way she’d felt riding him.

And then she remembered earlier that day and her sunglasses. She’d pushed them up again during the stick horse race. He’d warned her about her sunglasses. Her stomach tightened.