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Anyway, it wasn’t my fault that Beau was a god in the saddle. I sent him a text while they finished corralling the cattle into a safe spot.

Me: You’re pretty sexy on that horse.

Me: And I’ll be all alone in my cabin tonight.

Beau: I’m not supposed to be texting and riding at the same time.

Me: Oops.

Beau: I’ll be there as soon as I can.

The fence repair, unfortunately, took forever. By the time Beau showed up at my cabin, I was a cat in heat, and he was looking like he could barely stand.

We took a quick shower together. Well, quick-ish. Even though he was exhausted, and even though I said that we could just hang out, he ate me out like he’d been thinking about it all day. And, because turnabout is fair play, I wanted to see how much of him I could really take in a blow job.

The answer: maybe half.

Beau took me to bed, and we made out for a bit, then chatted for a bit, and it was … fuck, it was perfect. Beau was surprised that River had gone over to Miguel’s again.

“Should we be worried that they’re getting too serious?”

“I don’t know that we have any control over that,” I said, not quite sure if I was talking about my son or me.

“Mm,” Beau murmured, exhaustion pulling him down.

We got into our position—him on his back, me wrapped around his middle—and he fell off in about thirty seconds.

I spent the better part of the next hour just looking at him.

Probably not the thing I was supposed to do when I was trying to keep it casual.

Thankfully, I managed to go to sleep without waking him up and asking if he felt the same. As my son would say,cringe.

Morning arrived far too quickly, but I made the best of it by grabbing the small bottle of lube from my Dopp kit and waking up Beau with a hand job.

He reciprocated, laying those luscious kisses along my neck as he did. I could’ve stayed in bed with him all day, but today was what Beau jokingly called thetrialride because it was a prerequisite for the overnight. According to Colt—Snow Creek’s fishing and trail expert—with all the younger kids in this group, he first wanted to assess how we managed on rocky terrain without getting stuck miles out on the range.

It was a good strategy, mostly because it gave me the chance to verify whether an overnight was in my wheelhouse at all. So far, the day had been beautiful. Beau was hanging back with me as I rode Betty. Miguel and River were in the lead with Colt, and Connor and Cynthia’s family was in the middle. The rocky terrain was manageable, and Betty and I had come to an understanding.

By the time we stopped for lunch, my ass was sore, my lower back was calling me old, and I was grateful for the full night of sleep I had. Even so, I couldn’t help but think about tonight and what it held in store for me and Beau.

Chapter 15

Beau

Ineeded to get my shit together. Focus on making sure things got done and stop daydreaming about tonight. I was failing miserably at both.

We packed a lunch just in case, but one of the big tests of today was catching our own food. The big family had brought their own rods, while Colt pulled some extras from his pack and handed them to whoever was interested. A bunch of us took the poles and tossed our lines into Snow Creek and then patiently waited for a bite.

The twins seemed to have the magic touch, but hilariously, Clark was the one to get a massive fish on the line. I supposed if he were a fisherman, that wouldn’t have been something to brag about. But Clark was not a fisherman, so I wasn’t surprised when he nearly got pulled into the water. Thankfully, I was right there, standing behind him. I reached around him and grabbed the rod, helping him maintain his grip on it.

His compact body against mine was sending me spiraling, and I was about to embarrass myself. I grew hard against his ass, which he then exacerbated by subtly pushing it back against me. It was all I could do not to throw him to the ground, right then and there.

“You are torturing me!” I whispered furiously as I helped him bring in the large fish.

“I thought you enjoyed edging,” he whispered back, his grin audible even as he faced away from me.

“As a porn category.”