Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

“One of the remote cabins is on the far side of the lake,” Colt said, pointing. His horse shifted and he leaned forward and patted his neck.

“Occupied?” Micah asked, glancing up. When I looked at the sky, I saw thick, black clouds. I was no expert, so I had to wonder what he was seeing.

While Colt shrugged, he said, “Doesn’t matter if there are guests. Not in this weather.”

Micah looked to me. “We need to get indoors. Hawk’s Landing has several remote cabins for guests and that’s the closest shelter. You don’t have to worry, we’ll take care of you.”

I nodded, believing him. I had no doubt they knew what they were doing. All I knew was to stay away from trees and not swing a golf club in a storm. But that was civilization.

“Obviously, it blew in fast, and it probably won’t last long, but we have to hurry.” Colt spurred his horse into motion and took off as I pressed my heels into my animal’s flank. He started plodding along at the same slow pace as usual, but I had no idea how to get him to go faster. I nudged him again and wiggled my hips, but his pace didn’t change. Did he have only one speed? “I don’t know how to ride fast!” I shouted into the wind, glancing wild eyed at Micah.

Colt stopped and with expert precision, turned back to me. Before I could blink, Micah scooped me up and off my saddle with an arm banded about my waist. “You’ll ride behind me.” He pulled me onto the back of his horse, settling me behind his saddle. “Wrap your arms around me and hold on.”

I did as he said, shifting my hips so I sat comfortably, then hugged Micah. Tight. Colt grabbed my horse’s lead.

“We need to hurry. Okay?” Micah asked, looking over his shoulder at me. I nodded, then leaned into him as the horse started to move, at a much faster pace than before.

One of his hands came down on top of mine on his lower belly, gave them a squeeze.

The hard pounding of the horses’ hooves made it sound like a stampede. I felt safe knowing Colt was beside me as I held onto Micah, felt the warmth of his body, the muscles shifting and playing in his back as we moved.

“The rain’s coming.”

No sooner did he say that than the first fat drops fell. Then came the downpour. It was as if God had turned on a faucet because we were drenched within seconds. Micah gripped my arm impossibly tighter as if he were trying to shield me, but it was no use. I was soaked through within seconds, except for where our bodies touched.

Micah cursed, then said, “Don’t be afraid. You’re safe with us.”

Yes. I was. I wasn’t scared at all. In fact, this was exhilarating. I felt like a damsel in distress, saved by the cowboy in white. But I had two of them. My nipples were hard, this time from the cold rain, but they ached because of the man in front of me and the sight of Colt ahead of us, perfectly at ease on his trusty steed. I smiled, then laughed into the rain at my fanciful thoughts. A TV script writer couldn’t come up with anything better than this.

CHAPTER SIX

Micah

Colt rode ahead to the cabin to see if anyone was there. By the time I rode up, hopped down and helped Lacey off the horse, he’d come back out, grabbed the reins of his horse and mine.

“Empty,” he shouted over the pouring rain. “Get inside.”

With a hand on her waist, I ran with Lacey up the two steps and onto the small porch and out of the rain.

“What is this place?” she asked, taking off her hat. The tip of her ponytail dripped water down her back.

“Hawk’s Landing has several cabins in the backcountry,” I said loudly since the rain pounded the tin roof. Removing my own hat, placing it on one of the two Adirondack chairs. “Guests can hike or horseback ride up here, spend the night.”

Colt had left the front door open and she peeked inside.

“This is not roughing it,” she commented. “If Ann Marie knew about this, she wouldn’t have canceled the overnight.”

Lacey was drenched, her jeans stuck to her legs, her t-shirt wasn’t transparent, but it didn’t hide anything. I could clearly see the shape of her breasts, even the little bumps that circled the hard tip of her nipple. It clung to her belly and I couldn’t miss her curves—a narrow waist and gorgeously broad hips.

“I’ve heard it called glamping before.” When she frowned, I continued. “Glamour camping. There’s no electricity or running water, but it should be well stocked.”

I hadn’t taken guests here before, but to others dotted in the back corners of Hawk’s Landing’s property. The cabin was nestled in a clearing at the edge of a crystalline lake. The porch chairs would have a perfect view of the mountain peaks in the distance, if not for the downpour.

The log cabin wasn’t rustic at all. Matt and Ethan had spared no expense. While small, just one room, it had windows that faced the lake. If it was like the others, there was a king-sized bed, a comfortable couch and a small kitchenette with table and chairs. A small propane tank gave the cabin heat, lamp light and a small stovetop to cook food. Those were the basics, but it also had high thread count sheets, a plush mattress, thick rugs on the floor and even thicker blankets. The only inconvenience would be the lack of a bathroom. There was a quaint outhouse behind the cabin, with a wooden door with a moon carved into it.

Colt came around the side of the cabin and up the steps. “The horses are in the lean-to. I took off the saddles so they’re fine for now.” He turned to Lacey. “You’re freezing. Inside, woman.”

He held out his arm so she’d enter first.