“Thought he was a damn barrel racer or something. Doesn’t want to listen to save his life, not to me, anyhow.” I watch my woman walk to her horse, a purpose in mind, hair up in a ponytail swishing back and forth with every step. A sway in her hips, wearing a tight tank top and figure-hugging jeans.
“Your momma is trying to kill Daddy, peanut,” I tell Eliza. She’s pulling on my shirt with a gummy smile on her face and cooing without a care in the world.
“I heard that, Knox.” Blake puts her foot in the stirrup, effortlessly brings her body up and on her saddle. Damn, does that woman have the power to bring me to my knees.
“Wasn’t saying it low enough that you wouldn’t. Show me what you got, darlin’.” I resituate Eliza, both of us moving out of the way so Blakely can put Trigger through his paces.
“It doesn’t seem like he has a problem listening to me. I think Trigger may not like you.” The bright smile on her face, the way her whole body moves seamlessly with her horse, yep, this is one of the places she’s the happiest.
“Yep, thinking you may have to start coming out here with me. Let your mom or my mom watch Eliza. You and I can have some fun on the horses, meander down to the creek, what do you say about that?” I ask Blakely. She doesn’t answer right away, but Eliza makes a noise, like she’s protesting her parents having time away from her.
“I guess it was a good idea I made plans for the two of us tomorrow, then?” She arches her eyebrow as she comes to a stop a few feet away from where I’m standing with Eliza.
“Something tells me I’ll be in for a hell of a ride.” After my knee surgery, I never did get back on the bulls. As much I wanted to, there was no way you’d find me under the scalpel, needing help to the bathroom, or having to deal with the physical therapy over and over again. Instead, I settled down, bought the east pasture from my parents, got my ducks in a row, and as soon as shit was taken care of, I asked Blakely to be my wife. The wedding happened soon, but starting a family took a bit of time since Blakely demanded our house be built before we even think about bringing a little one into the mix on top of everything else. My winnings from riding, a little bit of help from both of our parents, and we had a head start.
“Oh, you will, Mr. McCray. A few hours in the afternoon, you and me alone and riding, it seems like it’ll be a heck of a time.” The only reason Eliza hasn’t slept away from us is because she’s nursing. Sure, bottles help from time to time, but when it comes to feedings in the middle of the night, our girl prefers her mom over anything else.
“Hell yes, it will.” I hand Eliza to Blakely, watching as she straps her onto her chest, her body facing outwards, soaking up the nature surrounding us. This piece of land, these two girls by my side, our family, it’s all a man could ever ask for.
Epilogue
Blakely
Five Years Later
I wake Knox up with my mouth lazily trailing a path down his sternum. He’s in that drowsy state, half-awake yet half asleep. I make it down past his happy trail, ready to take him into my mouth and wake him up that way when he groans, “Come here, Blake. Need you on my face, riding my tongue.”
“Jesus, Knox,” I practically moan. My body obeys him in the most carnal way, the skin between my thighs slick with desire, my nipples pebbled.
“As if you aren’t used to my demands by now. It’s been over five years. Now, you going to let me take you there while I get mine too?” His eyes are wide open now, a lazy grin written on his face.
“I don’t ever want to get used to it.” And I’d bet my favorite horse that he’s been awake this entire time.
“Fuck, and you never will.” I get on all fours, backing myself up until I’m where I need to be. A lot has changed over the years—two children, Eliza who’s now three years old and Ridge who’s just shy of one now. My body has gone through a lot with two pregnancies, nursing two children, and yet Knox still looks at me with nothing but desire in his eyes.
My hand grips his hard length, my head dipping low, licking the pre-cum off the tip of his cock. His guttural groan vibrates through his body, but Knox doesn’t play fair. When he latches on to my clit, his thumb slides through my wetness, teasing me by thrusting it inside my center only to pull it back out.