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“I packed everything up and it was all there.”
“Strange…unless he heard you come back and took off before he could steal anything.”
“Trevor…I don’t think he did,” Rick interjected. “I looked out that window to see if there was anything on the other side, and that’s how I saw the crate. But I had to stand on a chair. When Bailey and I walked in the window was wide open and there was no chair beneath it. He couldn’t have climbed out. There’s no way.”
“So he was gone by the time you got there,” Trevor remarked thoughtfully.
“Exactly, so again, why was he there?” Bailey repeated.
“We’ll find out soon enough. We’ll be picking him up in the morning.”
“We’re up at a cabin above Ben’s place. We can see John’s property and he just came home,” Rick said. “Why don’t you get him now, or is there a reason you’re waitin’.”
“Some loose ends, not to mention the paperwork.”
“I wish we could prove he stole the horses,” Bailey muttered with a heavy sigh. “It’s not right. What he did was terrible. He shouldn’t just walk away.”
“Hey, I agree, but that would be a long, hard road, and the law’s quirky when it comes to animals and ownership. You should get your mare chipped.”
“You’re right, and I will.”
“I have to run, but if anything new develops I’ll let you know. Bye, Rick.”
“Bye, Trevor, and thanks.”
As the call came to an end, Bailey stepped from the truck and looked across the valley.
“Hey,” Rick said softly, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Big John will pay for what he did. You can count on it.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Things have a way of catchin’ up to people, and I’ve gotta feelin’ fate’s closin’ in on him. But let’s go inside. Forget a shower, it’s time for that bath, and this place has a whirlpool tub.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Sinking into the hot, bubbling water in the large tub, Bailey leaned back against Rick’s chest, closed her eyes and let out a grateful sigh. For long minutes they rested in the relaxing foam. But as his strong hands moved up to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples, she moaned softly, then traced her fingernails along his hard thighs. The feel of his stiffening cock against the small of her back fueled her arousal, and when he pressed his lips against her ear, a thrill rippled through her and goosebumps popped across her skin.
“You’re such a naughty, horny girl,” he whispered, slipping his fingers between her legs. “You need to be spanked hard and fucked harder.”
Loving his wicked words and the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she rolled over and urgently pressed her lips against his. As he passionately returned her kiss, his rough palms fiercely grasped her backside and squeezed, evoking a sharp cry.
“Bath time is over,” he declared gruffly. “I’m takin’ you to bed.”
She knew he was strong, but she could scarcely believe the ease with which he maneuvered her body into his arms, stood up and stepped over the edge of the tub. Placing her on her feet, he swiftly toweled her dry, then spun her around .
“Wait for me on the bed,” he ordered, swatting her backside with a stinging slap.
Squealing as she darted out the door, she hastily crawled on the bed, flopped on her back, spread her legs and began urgently rubbing her clit.
“What’s this?” he demanded, suddenly standing over her.
“I’m doing what you told me to,” she panted, raising her eyes and gazing up at him.
He looked bigger than life.
Tiny beads of water glinted in his wiry chest hair.
His muscled arms and washboard stomach reeked power and strength.
