I had half a mind to shove Bronte behind me.
“Yup, that’s me, so do we just…” I gulped. “…get on?”
He chuckled. “I can give you a lift if you want.”
“I’ll lift her.” Don’t touch her, you piece of shit! Killing him after I kill Ryan apparently. “You ready, B?” I felt my body sway a bit.
“Yes!” She bounced up on her feet and then put a foot in one stirrup, threw her leg over, and grabbed the reins. “Whoa, boy…”
“Kinda makes you wanna be a horse, don’t it?” Dave chuckled.
“You have no idea,” I grumbled and handed him a hundred-dollar bill. “We’ll be back in two hours. Is everything in the pack?”
He patted the pack strapped behind the horse. “All here.”
“Cool. I’ve got my cell.”
“Great.” His brown eyes twinkled.
“So, I’ll just… hop…” I gulped. “…h-hop right on.”
“Aw, Will’s not so bad!”
“Will? I’m riding a Will?” Could this moment be any more embarrassing? Now my thighs were going to be clenching around a horse named Will?
What were the odds?
“Hi, Will.” My voice cracked.
Honest to God, the horse looked back at me and glared.
“Shit.” I cursed and then put my foot in the same stirrup Bronte had and threw my massive awkward body onto the horse.
It grunted.
Shut the hell up, Will!
“You gonna make it?” Bronte looked over her shoulder.
I scooted closer to her, then pulled her against me, right where I wanted her, and let out a pitiful needy groan. “I’m either gonna die from fear or lust. But the truth remains, I will die.”
Laughter shook her shoulders. “Don’t be a baby. Let’s go!”
“If you gallop, I’m never speaking to you again.”
“What about trotting?”
“That’s a no. Let’s just plan for a calm, easy cadence—” The horse took off in a slow trot. I wasn’t proud of the way I hugged Bronte or the fact that I had my eyes closed to start.
And then as the horse moved, I realized I was going to have a bigger problem than dying of lust or fear.
Each movement had her ass pressed against my dick.
Yeah, I would die today.
“Farewell, cruel world,” I grumbled under my breath.
“What?” Bronte called.
“If I don’t get sex out of this, I’m ending our friendship.”
She laughed as if I was kidding.
And my dick cried as if it was going to fall off.
CHAPTER 14
Bronte
I was being punished.
Or maybe rewarded?
However you looked at it, I felt Drew everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. How did my life turn out like this? One day I was a lonely divorced mom, and the next I was a divorced mom with a hot-as-hell rockstar clinging to me as if his life depended on it and a very large part of him pushing into me every few seconds.
Torture.
I mean, I knew he was packing.
But this?
I squirmed on the saddle as the wind picked up and tickled my face. I squirmed again, and it only made the horse neigh as it moved along the white sand.
Nothing was helping to ease my ache or tap down my wild imagination about how it would be with him.
The fact he’d admitted that it had been three years actually made me want to climb him like a tree. I was barely able to restrain myself. I dug my nails into my palms to keep from reaching for him and asking him to make sweet love to me on the boardwalk with pedestrians skateboarding by.
“Everything okay?” Drew’s lips touched my ear.
They tickled and tempted while I white-knuckled the reins.
“Yeah,” I croaked. “Great, just enjoying the view.”
And the feel of him pressed against my ass.
His muscled forearms pushed hard against my stomach as his hands splayed out across my shirt and, a few seconds later, inched up and cupped my breasts.
I froze.
“Sorry, I just needed something to focus on, so I don’t cry like a little girl.” He chuckled.
“So you chose my boobs?” I didn’t hate it but didn’t want him to think it was that easy.
Every single nerve ending in my body was on high alert as his thumbs grazed across each breast as if he was memorizing their weight, their feel.
“They’re heavy,” he rasped. “And I’m imagining how damn good they would feel bare against my palm.”
I squirmed again.
“Felt that.” He chuckled. “Why don’t you find a nice, private spot for us to set up camp?”
“Camp?” I asked, confused.
“Picnic, actually,” he clarified. God, why did even his voice sound sexy? Was that rasp because of me, or had it always been there? “That’s a good spot over there.” One of his hands left my breast as he pointed toward a secluded area near one of the bluffs. Water crashed against the cliff next to it, giving the best view of the ocean spray as it made a continuous motion that was almost hypnotizing to watch.
“Okay.” I found my voice and directed the horse over to the spot. Every single second in that saddle was sweet torture. Drew’s smell, the feel of him, his very hard-to-ignore erection — everything about him was consuming me to the point of madness. I was dizzy with attraction and more afraid of drowning in him than I was of drowning in the ocean.
“You want to get down first?” Drew asked, again in my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. I held back the shiver it caused, but just barely. What was wrong with me? Was it because I was sitting so close to him? All these times, there had been this physical barrier I didn’t even realize I’d put there, and now that we had touched for a solid twenty minutes, it was all I could think about.
“Bronte?” His warm chuckle interrupted my lust-filled thoughts. “Are you okay? Because I’m a minute away from launching my body toward the sand. Will keeps staring back at me, and I’m afraid he bites.”
I jerked my head to the side, nearly colliding with his mouth. “Sorry. Yeah, I’ll get off first.”
His smirk was deadly. “Thinking a lot
