Page 99 of Wilde Ride

The heat on my face intensified. “He…he, um…” I closed my eyes. “Oh my gosh, this is embarrassing!”

She grabbed my hands and shook me. “Tell me!”

Peeking one eye open, I said, “Oral sex.”

Her mouth fell open before she leaned closer. “Was it good?”

I burst out into a nervous giggle.

“Emeline! It was good, wasn’t it? I knew it would be!”

Getting over my embarrassment, I nodded. “So good, Lilibeth. Like, leave-your-body-orgasm good. So intense I thought I might die of spontaneous combustion.”

We both fell into a fit of giggles. When I finally caught my breath, we smiled at each other.

Lilibeth fell back on the sofa. “Ohhh…I can’t wait to find love someday.”

“Bless the poor bastard who falls into that trap.”

Lilibeth quickly sat up, her smile vanishing and a frown taking over her face. I turned to see Caden walking in.

Clearing my throat, I asked, “How much of that did you hear?”

He flashed an evil grin, and I knew then he hadn’t heard it all…he wouldn’t be grinning if he’d heard details about his best friend going down on his baby sister. I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped free.

“Only that flower child here can’t wait to find love.”

I glared at my brother as he walked closer.

“What are you two talking about?”

“Real men,” Lilibeth snapped back, but with a sugary-sweet smile on her face. Man, my brother brought out the dark side of her. It was pretty apparent that Caden was getting under her skin.

Deciding not to touch that comment at all, my brother looked at me. “One of the horses is missing.”

I quickly stood. “What do you mean by missing?”

“Exactly what I’m saying. Missing. Gone. Nowhere to be found.”

“Which horse?” I asked.

“Sagan.”

Lilibeth stood. “Sagan isn’t missing. I saw her earlier when I went into the barn with Marshall to help feed the horses.”

“Did you feed her?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Did you go into her stall?”

“No. I hung up her bucket of feed. Marshall was the one who mucked out the stalls. I did food and water.”

Caden rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Could someone have taken her out to ride?” I asked.

A look of consideration appeared on his face. “I guess so. Everyone was helping with the campers all day, though, so I’m not sure who would have taken her out.”