Page 90 of Sunrise & Serenity

She hums. “Good. Because I think you said something about taking me back to your cabin…”

I nod slowly. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I said.”

Her cheeks flush as she catches the promise in my tone. She rests her hands on my chest and rolls her pelvis against mine, making my already hard dick swell even more.

“Then let’s ride, Cowboy.” Her eyes go wide, and a laugh bubbles out of her as she hangs her head. “I’m so sorry; that was bad.”

Hooking my arm around her waist, I flip her over. “Nothing involving the idea of you riding me is bad.” I kiss her again, long enough that we’re both panting by the time I force myself to let her go. “Let’s get moving before Dad and Sterling send out a search party.”

“Will they be worried?”

“More about you. I’m used to roughing it.”

She shrugs. “Then they should be fine. They know you’d take care of me.”

The way she says it, with such casual certainty, trusting not only me but my family’s belief in me, tugs at something that’s been tightly knotted inside me for a long time.

I stay where I am for a beat as she gets up from our straw bed and stands there, my jacket drooping off one shoulder, her hair a tangled mess.

She’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I force myself into motion. I should be focusing on getting out of here, not trying to figure out what the hell any of this means.

Our clothes are still damp, and not particularly pleasant to get back into, but it has to be done. Before long, we’ve got the horses tacked up. Sage double-checks her camera again, then packs it away and straps the bag across her back.

Before we leave, I kick the straw into a rough pile in the corner and gather up the blankets. This place doesn’t get much use, but there’s no reason to leave a mess for someone else to deal with.

Outside, the clouds have started to dissipate, with patches of pale blue breaking through the gray. The ground is still slick, but the horses will be fine as long as we go slow.

And as much as I’m looking forward to getting Sage in my bed, it’ll have to wait. I’ll most likely need to help with storm damage for at least part of the day.

I lead Cozy over to Sage, who’s twisted her camera bag around and pulled her camera out again. “What are you doing?”

She bites her lip and glances at me from beneath her lashes. “Just taking a photo.”

I arch a brow. “Of an old barn? Not sure that’s much of a draw for people.”

“I don’t know… maybe it would be if they knew what goes on inside it.”

I tip my head down to hers and lower my voice. “Not sure if that’s part of the general guest experience.”

Her pupils dilate in response, and pink tints her cheeks. “Lucky me, I guess.”

When that simple reaction has my dick hardening, I know I’m in trouble. Hell, it’s not just my dick that’s kicking up a fuss. What’s happening in my chest is going to cause issues too.

Lucky I’ve spent years practicing locking both down when I need to.

I nod toward the barn. “Go on, get your souvenir, then.”

Her mouth pops open. “I didn’t say it was a souvenir. I don’t go around collecting mementos from everywhere I’ve had an orgasm. No matter how”—she waves her hand up and down at me—“moderately attractive the man is who gives it to me.”

My lips quirk at her outrage. Good to know I still get to experience this side of her too.

Her pretty hazel eyes narrow as she takes in my amusement, but I forestall any comeback by curving my free hand around her neck and using my thumb to tip her face to mine. “You should definitely take that picture,” I say, leaning in close. “But just remember, sweetheart…”

She exhales softly against my lips.

“It was three orgasms, not one.” I flick my eyes toward the barn, then back to her. “And what happened in there was just the warm-up. I plan to give you a whole album’s worth of mementos.”