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He pinched her clit, detonating her. She moaned and called out his name. In between heated kisses, he said, “I am yours.”
Like a horny teenager, he came inside his jeans. He couldn’t give a fuck. He leaned back on the sofa with Fianna’s head resting on top of his racing heart. All too soon, she shifted on top of him.
“No backtracking allowed,” he whispered.
She kissed his heart through his T-shirt. “I’m not backtracking…”
He sensed a ‘But’ was coming up. She placed a hand on his chest and leaned up. “We’ll take things slow. Okay? I need some time.”
Hmm. What was there to say for him? He wanted to jump in; head first. It’s his nature. Go about things half-cocked was risky in his line of work and during his fights. Without determination and keeping your eyes on the prize, things could go wrong.
The thought of the alternative wasn’t an option, though. He wasn’t ever letting go of her. Ever again. So he waited five minutes and got up from the sofa to clean himself up.
Time. He just needed time.
9
Fianna
Fianna toed off her boots and entered the kitchen of the Moore ranch. Thankfully, it had been a long day full of horse riding and jumping classes, taking her mind off Ronan. She still couldn’t believe that she actually had agreed to see where things would go between them last night.
After her talk with Ronan, she’d showered and took extra time to put her head on straight again. Sure. Sex with Ronan had been mind blowing. How he’d brought her to a climax with just his fingers was even hotter than six years ago.
But she couldn’t just forgive and forget. Ugh. She didn’t want to think about all those times she’d cursed his mere existence. And now she’d agreed to be his again. Just like that.
Just because she’d acted like some hussy. A voice in the back of her head said that wasn’t the only reason. But she shut that voice down. Immediately.
She glanced at the clock in the Moore kitchen. She could still go over to Ronan’s and bring him some food. But then again, that would not be taking things slow. She hated herself sometimes.
“Hi, darlin’. How was your day?” Shauni Mills-Moore said.
Fianna halted next to Shauni and washed her hands in the kitchen sink.
“Jorge is a natural. Did you see him? I can’t wait to work with him again next week.”
Shauni smiled. “Yes. He looks just like you when he’s going for a jump. He even sticks his tongue out like you always do.”
She thought back to her own journey from farmhand to horse jumping champion and now teaching horse riding. Fianna got her first taste of farm life when Ronan showed her around the farm of his aunt Shauni.
The animals, being outdoors, the warm and welcoming Moore family—everything about farm life appealed to her. She’d found her own little dream world away from home, where her mom had slipped into a depression after her father had left them.
Only when she’d won her first competitions in horse jumping, her mother suddenly became interested in her career.
Fianna bumped her hip against Shauni’s curvy bum. “What’s for dinner?”
Shauni couldn’t cook to save her life, so luckily her daughter Emmy had turned into a chef and often cooked on her days off for the family and all the farmhands on the ranch.
“Emmy just stepped out with Errin. There are some leftovers in the fridge.”
After drying her hands, Fianna opened the fridge and took out three containers. Just when she was about to decide between the asparagus or the spinach salad, she opened the third container and knew that would be the one.
“Staying for some grub?” Ryan said with a welcoming smile after Mae and he stepped into the kitchen.
“Hey. Yeah. Everything good?” Fianna asked, as she had seen them in the fields next to Stormchaser, checking the fences earlier today.
Fianna practically grew up on the Moore farm with the five Moore sisters and their brother, Ryan. Sure, Ryan Moore was a hottie. She appreciated the view of him every time he took off his shirt and tackled bails of hay.
Ryan resembled his cousin Ronan looks wise; well over six feet, tree trunk thighs, abs for days, strong arms and killer smiles. But ugh… There was just something about Ronan that made her weak in the knees as of where she could work side-by-side Ryan all day long without even a belly flutter.
