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at their old cabin.” She leaned back on the blanket after taking the last bite of her sandwich. “We were about half way up the hills when Bob was spooked by a snake and threw Holly. She landed square in the middle of a big pile of blackberry bushes. It took me almost an hour to clean up all the cuts on her arms. It’s one of the reasons I decided to become a nurse. That and the time I had my tonsils out.”
He leaned back next to her.
“So, what about you?” When he glanced at her questioningly, she continued. “Why did you choose to work with horses?”
He smiled. “They were the only thing in my life that didn’t talk back or hit.” He crossed his arms behind his head and rested back. “The first time my father put me on the back of a green bronc, an unbroken horse, it threw me clear across the corral. Broke both bones in my wrist.” He held up his left hand and turned it several times. “My father cussed and yelled at me and swore that he’d never let me on another horse since I cost him two hundred bucks at the ER. Wore the cast for about a week, then sawed it off myself and crawled back on that horse til he stopped foaming and bucking.” He laughed. “When he finally settled down underneath me, that was the moment I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.”
She reached over and took his hand in hers. They were both lying on the blanket, staring up at the leaves in the tree above them, which blew in the breeze.
“How did you get into bronc riding?”
He turned over onto his side, resting his head in his hand as he leaned up on his elbow.
“After my father died, I had a pile of bills to pay.” He shrugged a little. “It was the only other thing I was good at which I could make enough money to help pay the bills.”
“Do you enjoy it?” She leaned over and mimicked his position.
“Busting?” She nodded. “Sure, but it doesn’t match the thrill of having that connection with a wild horse for the first time.” He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “Knowing that your training will carry with them for the rest of their lives…how much enjoyment they’ll have by connecting with their rider…”
She smiled and leaned down to place a kiss on his mouth. “You’re pretty amazing.”
He chuckled. “Not really.”
She shook her head. “It takes a certain kind of man to do what you do. You’ve been hurt doing it but you still climb back in the saddle and love it.” She shook her head, then gently cupped his face and kissed him again. This time she put more emotion into her lips. When she pulled back, her heart was racing.
She looked down into his green eyes and could see the desire in them. “Why don’t we pick up where we left off last night? After all, there are no neighbors to gossip or see what we’re doing today.”
This time the kiss had more power as his hands wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her down on top of him. It excited her to feel the hardness of his chest against hers, to run her hands up and down his muscular arms as his tongue played over hers. She used her hips and ground herself against him until she heard him moan and reverse their positions. Now she was pinned under his weight and enjoying the feeling of him hovering above her. His hands shook as they reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse.
She was thankful that it was still early enough in spring to avoid the sheen of sweat that one usually got by just stepping outside in Texas, but now she felt her body heat just from his touch. She moaned when he finally pushed her shirt wide. He pulled back, his eyes raking over her exposed skin, sending shivers over her body. Finally, she reached up and pulled him back down to her so she could tug at his shirt buttons. He laughed a little and pulled his shirt off his shoulders. He was wearing a white tank top and when she started tugging on it, he yanked it over his head and tossed it aside.
When he came back down to
He leaned back next to her.
“So, what about you?” When he glanced at her questioningly, she continued. “Why did you choose to work with horses?”
He smiled. “They were the only thing in my life that didn’t talk back or hit.” He crossed his arms behind his head and rested back. “The first time my father put me on the back of a green bronc, an unbroken horse, it threw me clear across the corral. Broke both bones in my wrist.” He held up his left hand and turned it several times. “My father cussed and yelled at me and swore that he’d never let me on another horse since I cost him two hundred bucks at the ER. Wore the cast for about a week, then sawed it off myself and crawled back on that horse til he stopped foaming and bucking.” He laughed. “When he finally settled down underneath me, that was the moment I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.”
She reached over and took his hand in hers. They were both lying on the blanket, staring up at the leaves in the tree above them, which blew in the breeze.
“How did you get into bronc riding?”
He turned over onto his side, resting his head in his hand as he leaned up on his elbow.
“After my father died, I had a pile of bills to pay.” He shrugged a little. “It was the only other thing I was good at which I could make enough money to help pay the bills.”
“Do you enjoy it?” She leaned over and mimicked his position.
“Busting?” She nodded. “Sure, but it doesn’t match the thrill of having that connection with a wild horse for the first time.” He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “Knowing that your training will carry with them for the rest of their lives…how much enjoyment they’ll have by connecting with their rider…”
She smiled and leaned down to place a kiss on his mouth. “You’re pretty amazing.”
He chuckled. “Not really.”
She shook her head. “It takes a certain kind of man to do what you do. You’ve been hurt doing it but you still climb back in the saddle and love it.” She shook her head, then gently cupped his face and kissed him again. This time she put more emotion into her lips. When she pulled back, her heart was racing.
She looked down into his green eyes and could see the desire in them. “Why don’t we pick up where we left off last night? After all, there are no neighbors to gossip or see what we’re doing today.”
This time the kiss had more power as his hands wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her down on top of him. It excited her to feel the hardness of his chest against hers, to run her hands up and down his muscular arms as his tongue played over hers. She used her hips and ground herself against him until she heard him moan and reverse their positions. Now she was pinned under his weight and enjoying the feeling of him hovering above her. His hands shook as they reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse.
She was thankful that it was still early enough in spring to avoid the sheen of sweat that one usually got by just stepping outside in Texas, but now she felt her body heat just from his touch. She moaned when he finally pushed her shirt wide. He pulled back, his eyes raking over her exposed skin, sending shivers over her body. Finally, she reached up and pulled him back down to her so she could tug at his shirt buttons. He laughed a little and pulled his shirt off his shoulders. He was wearing a white tank top and when she started tugging on it, he yanked it over his head and tossed it aside.
When he came back down to
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