Page 94 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

“And you’re liking it?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“I am. It’s completely different than the department of transportation, but it feels right, you know?” He nods.

“The program director’s linking me up with a local farrier who’s willing to be my mentor. They’d come to Lucky Spurs, or I’d travel with them, but they’d provide the hands-on experience I need to confidently care for your horses,” I assure.

“Whatever you need. I might be the one paying you, but you’re the one doing me, and the ranch, a big favor. Farriers get fuckin’ expensive, which is why I jumped at your suggestion to work in-house. Just don’t get greedy and figure out how much money you could make flying solo and leave us,” he says jokingly, but also dead serious.

“Never. I’m grateful you’ve welcomed me into your family, and I’d never jeopardize that. You gave me a fresh start, you saved Delilah’s internship, hell, you sold me land to build her the house of her dreams. Lucky Spurs is my home, and I’ll give it my blood, sweat, and tears ‘til the day I die,” I promise.

“Amen to that,” Reid says.

The front door opens to Greyson stomping inside, cold air whipping in behind him. The twins stumble in giggling to themselves as usual. I love seeing my doll so happy.

If CJ and I can pull this off, she’ll be even happier this time tomorrow.

Izzy rounds the couch, sinking onto Reid’s lap, wasting no time sticking her tongue down his eager throat. Delilah mirrors her sister’s position and wraps herself around me.

“Hey dollface.”

“Hey studmuffin.”

“I fucking love when you call me that,” I growl into her neck.

She’s done it since middle school and it’s my contact in her phone, but I’ve always had to hide how much it turns me on. Not anymore.

I pat her ass to get off my lap and lead her by the hand to our suite. As soon as the door snicks shut, I slam her against it and pounce.

I lose myself in her touch.

Her plush lips opening for me

Her hot tongue sweeping across mine

Her hands in my hair. Fuck.

“I love you so fucking much. Don’t leave me like that again,” I say before sucking her pulse point.

She giggles. “I just went to the store. We weren’t even gone an hour.”

“Don’t care”—kiss—“I want you”—kiss—“with me”—kiss—“always.”

Her laughs turn to moans as my kisses trail down to the swell of her tits. The sweater she’s wearing is really doing it for me. I push her tits together, dipping my tongue between them.

“Fuck, I love touching you whenever I want. Sometimes it’s still like I’m dreaming,” I say into her cleavage.

“I know. I love it. It’s everything,” she pants.

I bend down and hook my arms under her thighs, picking her up and carrying her to our bed. I crawl on top of the bed with her in my arms and lay her back into the plush mattress.

I dry hump her through our jeans like we’re making up for all the times in high school we could’ve been fumbling around in the back of my truck.

She meets me thrust for thrust, but I freeze when she pulls me down by the front of my shirt and licks up the column of my neck, nipping at my beard.

“I want to ride you,” she says, and I nearly come on the spot.

Like in a sitcom, I rip our clothes off unceremoniously until we’re contorted and laughing. Her laugh lifts my soul every single time.

I lay on my back and help her straddle me. I tried to play it cool when she told me she got an IUD, but I about lost my mind. I love fucking her bare, but coming inside her was life changing. Something about claiming her fed the animal deep inside me, leaving me more satisfied than I’ve ever been.