Walker chuckled and shook his head. “Sure.”
I walked along the riverbank as we let Sweet Kate and Runner graze for a bit. I heard a noise and turned around to see Walker running toward me wearing nothing but his boxers. I started taking quick steps backwards before I turned and went into a full run.
“Stay away from me, Walker Moore! I swear to God, if—”
Walker picked up and threw me over his shoulder.
“Walker! Put me down now!” I yelled.
Walker laughed and said, “I don’t think so, darlin’. We’re taking a dip.”
I was about to yell when Walker jumped off the riverbank. The water in this part of the river was deep and, with all the spring rain, it was probably even deeper than normal. I screamed as the cold water hit me. Walker laughed as we came up from under the water. He let go, and I stood up in waist-deep water.
“You asshole! I’m soaking wet now.”
Walker threw his head back and laughed. “Hey, you said you were hot! I did you a favor.”
I tried to push him under as he grabbed my arms and pushed me back. He slipped and fell as I landed on him. I wrapped my legs around him and hit him over and over again as we both laughed. Walker stood up and that’s when it hit me—I had my legs wrapped around him tight, and I could feel his dick pressing into me. I was instantly turned on, and wanted nothing more than to push myself into him to relieve the pressure.
Walker stopped laughing and his smile slowly faded away. His eyes moved down my face and landed on my lips. I slowly ran my tongue along my bottom lip before I bit down on it. When my eyes landed on his lips, I knew what I was wanting was wrong.
I slowly unwrapped my legs from around him as he set me down. He pushed my hair back, away from my eyes. He placed his hand on the side of my face and smiled.
“You’re breathtaking, Liza.”
I swallowed hard. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and beg him to take me right here in the river. Keith would never have done anything like this. He was so serious.
Keith.
I took a few steps back and said, “We’d better get going.”
Walker cleared his throat and grinned. “Yeah, probably.” He turned and began walking out of the river. “I just need to dry off a bit or I’ll never get my jeans on.”
I nodded, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “Okay,” I whispered. I leaned against Sweet Kate as I tried to catch my breath.
I STOOD AT the kitchen sink and looked out to see Layton talking to Walker. I hadn’t seen Walker in four days, not since our ride…and our little dip in the river. I wasn’t sure what my father and Walker were talking about, but it appeared to be serious.
“Hey mom?”
“Mmm?” My mother had her nose in her Kindle.
“Do you know what Daddy is talking to Walker about?”
She grunted and I shook my head, then hit her with the towel I was holding. “Mom!”
“Hey!” she said, setting down her Kindle. “I was at a good part, Taylor Elizabeth!”
I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, don’t call me that, mom.”
She pushed her chair back. “It really warms my heart that you despise your name.”
I giggled as I turned back and picked up another plate to dry. “So, do you know what they’re talking about?”
My mother peeked out the window and smiled. “Probably the Kentucky trip.”
My phone beeped. I picked it up and smiled when I saw I had a text from Keith.
Keith: Got service for a bit. How are you baby?