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Mollie goes up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my mouth after I walk over to her. “I’m not sorry.”
“Neither am I.” I slide my hand into her pocket behind hers. “So? What do you think?”
My girl tips up her chin as she looks around the barn. “It’s a big space.”
“It’s a bit of a wreck now, but the bones are good. Y’all do need a bigger closet.”
The edges of her eyes crinkle. “We do.”
Bellamy Brooks’s second collection hasn’t launched yet, but the brand’s gone semi-viral on social media, thanks to Mollie and Wheeler’s kick-ass marketing campaign. They’ve fielded inquiries from some really big names in the retail space—one being a well-known Texas department store—so things are looking up.
“I’m proud of you, honey.” I peck her lips.
“Thank you, cowboy.”
I pluck the hat off my head and put it on hers. “Thankyou, cowgirl, for sticking with me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”
“I heard something once.” Mollie reaches up to touch my Stetson. “About what needs to happen when you wear a cowboy’s hat.”
I yank on her jeans, pulling her closer. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“Something about…” She taps a finger against her lips as she pretends to think. “Hmm. I think it goes something like,Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.”
My dick throbs. “Funny, I’ve heard the same thing.”
“Here?” She glances up at the barn.
I grin. “Here.”
“We do need to christen this side of the ranch.”
Taking my hand out of her pocket, I reach around to unbutton her jeans and pull down the fly. “Which means you need to take these off.”
She puts a hand on my chest. “But someone could catch us,” she says with mock concern.
“Ride fast and ride hard, then. You know how.”
Then I’m pulling down Mollie’s jeans. She’s giggling, tearing off her shirt. My hat goes flying, but she catches it and puts it back on her head.
Glancing at a nearby bale of hay—the renters we’ve hadfor the past year sometimes cut their own—and a horse blanket, my skin tightens.
Aw, yeah. This is gonna be fun.
I toss the blanket over the bale. Mollie’s naked, save for my hat, so I grab her and lift her onto the bale too. “On your knees. There you go.”
She pouts. “A repeat of the shower?”
“Give me more credit, honey.” I wrap a hand around her neck and lean down to press a hard kiss to her mouth. “Trust me, you’re gonna like this.”
“I’ll like it better if you were naked.”
My blood jumps as Mollie looks at me from under the brim of my hat. Kneeling on the blanket, she looks fucking gorgeous: proud shoulders, full tits, thighs parted just enough to give me a glimpse of her pink pussy.
I’m shucking off my jeans and shirt before I know what’s happening.
I’m getting on my own knees. Putting my hands on her thighs and guiding them wider. Leaning in, I suck one nipple into my mouth, then the other, Mollie’s hands digging into my hair as she arches into my caress.
“How do I ride you?” She’s panting, breathless. “When we’re like this?”