like her.”
Mack frowned. “I don’t know her.”
I giggled. “Oh, I think that’s going to change.”
“Kim, I’m not fuckin’ around.”
“Not yet you’re not.”
“I swear to Christ, if you do this to me again, I’m gonna chain you to Knight.”
“Sounds kinky, honey, but you’re being a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
“Pain in the ass,” he snapped, and threw his arms in the air before heading back downstairs.
Later that night, we were getting our sweat on, enjoying the company of some very fine looking gentlemen, when I noticed Knight watching me from the edge of the dance floor. He didn’t stay for long, but my heart ached all the same. He looked good. He wore a suit that appeared as though it had been made for him... it probably had been... and he’d pulled his hair back from his face. I let sadness wash over me for only a second before I forced a smile and focused back on my girls. I refused to let him ruin my night.
* * *
Knight
Knight shook his head as he walked away from Kim. Fuck, she looked amazing. She’d kept her makeup light, but she had dark red lips and all he could think about was her wrapping them around his cock.
He knew he’d have to keep an eye on her. He didn’t care that she’d scraped him off; he’d protect her with his life. Even if she didn’t know he was doing it.
Kim
Present Day...
Y OU LIKE THAT, don’t you, pretty girl?
I shook my head.
Don’t lie. You like it.
He doesn’t own me, he doesn’t own my body. It is mine, I am me, he has no power.
My eyes flew open and I sat up in my sweat-soaked sheets, guilt washing over me like a blanket... one used to smother rather than comfort. I blinked a few times, took in my surroundings, and then breathed in deep. I was in my apartment, the Pottery Barn furniture I loved so much still where it was when I went to sleep. My horse show ribbons hanging on the floating shelves by the window, the chair with my favorite teddy bear (the one given to me by my grandmother when I was six) still next to my bed. Nothing was out of place.
Damn it! I was so sick of these nightmares. I’d have to double my sessions with Dr. Grace if they continued. ’Course, if I was at all self-aware and willing to admit my stupidity, they’d gotten far worse since I’d kicked Knight out of my life, but since I had convinced myself it had nothing to do with him, I wasn’t even close to admitting anything. It had been over a year now since I’d told him he scared me and damn had I regretted it, but I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to open up to him. I don’t think I could bear watching him walk away again.
I glanced at the clock. 2:00 a.m. Shoving the comforter away from me, I climbed off the bed, stripped the mattress, and grabbed fresh sheets. I had a show in the morning and the last thing I needed was to drag my horse down if I was tired.
I took another shower in an effort to wash the dream away then climbed back into bed. Unfortunately, 6:00 a.m. came far too quickly and I dressed in a haze. It took everything I had just to get out of bed. Snatching up the bag I’d packed the day before with a change of clothes, I grabbed my keys and headed out to my car. My horse, Fozzie, was already at the show grounds, so at least I didn’t have to haul him there as well.
I made it from my place to the Wilsonville show grounds in record time, arriving two full hours before the first event. Dumping my purse in the trunk of my car, I walked down the aisle-way of temporary stalls from our barn and smiled as Fozzie poked his head out and whinnied. I didn’t expect Dani to poke hers out as well. “Hey, honey.”
She was pregnant with her first child, a boy, and due in a couple of months, and I was surprised Booker let her out of his sight, even for a few hours.
“Hey, Dani,” I said, dropping my car keys into my trunk. “What are you doing here?”
She smiled. “Um, hello , biggest show of the year
Mack frowned. “I don’t know her.”
I giggled. “Oh, I think that’s going to change.”
“Kim, I’m not fuckin’ around.”
“Not yet you’re not.”
“I swear to Christ, if you do this to me again, I’m gonna chain you to Knight.”
“Sounds kinky, honey, but you’re being a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
“Pain in the ass,” he snapped, and threw his arms in the air before heading back downstairs.
Later that night, we were getting our sweat on, enjoying the company of some very fine looking gentlemen, when I noticed Knight watching me from the edge of the dance floor. He didn’t stay for long, but my heart ached all the same. He looked good. He wore a suit that appeared as though it had been made for him... it probably had been... and he’d pulled his hair back from his face. I let sadness wash over me for only a second before I forced a smile and focused back on my girls. I refused to let him ruin my night.
* * *
Knight
Knight shook his head as he walked away from Kim. Fuck, she looked amazing. She’d kept her makeup light, but she had dark red lips and all he could think about was her wrapping them around his cock.
He knew he’d have to keep an eye on her. He didn’t care that she’d scraped him off; he’d protect her with his life. Even if she didn’t know he was doing it.
Kim
Present Day...
Y OU LIKE THAT, don’t you, pretty girl?
I shook my head.
Don’t lie. You like it.
He doesn’t own me, he doesn’t own my body. It is mine, I am me, he has no power.
My eyes flew open and I sat up in my sweat-soaked sheets, guilt washing over me like a blanket... one used to smother rather than comfort. I blinked a few times, took in my surroundings, and then breathed in deep. I was in my apartment, the Pottery Barn furniture I loved so much still where it was when I went to sleep. My horse show ribbons hanging on the floating shelves by the window, the chair with my favorite teddy bear (the one given to me by my grandmother when I was six) still next to my bed. Nothing was out of place.
Damn it! I was so sick of these nightmares. I’d have to double my sessions with Dr. Grace if they continued. ’Course, if I was at all self-aware and willing to admit my stupidity, they’d gotten far worse since I’d kicked Knight out of my life, but since I had convinced myself it had nothing to do with him, I wasn’t even close to admitting anything. It had been over a year now since I’d told him he scared me and damn had I regretted it, but I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to open up to him. I don’t think I could bear watching him walk away again.
I glanced at the clock. 2:00 a.m. Shoving the comforter away from me, I climbed off the bed, stripped the mattress, and grabbed fresh sheets. I had a show in the morning and the last thing I needed was to drag my horse down if I was tired.
I took another shower in an effort to wash the dream away then climbed back into bed. Unfortunately, 6:00 a.m. came far too quickly and I dressed in a haze. It took everything I had just to get out of bed. Snatching up the bag I’d packed the day before with a change of clothes, I grabbed my keys and headed out to my car. My horse, Fozzie, was already at the show grounds, so at least I didn’t have to haul him there as well.
I made it from my place to the Wilsonville show grounds in record time, arriving two full hours before the first event. Dumping my purse in the trunk of my car, I walked down the aisle-way of temporary stalls from our barn and smiled as Fozzie poked his head out and whinnied. I didn’t expect Dani to poke hers out as well. “Hey, honey.”
She was pregnant with her first child, a boy, and due in a couple of months, and I was surprised Booker let her out of his sight, even for a few hours.
“Hey, Dani,” I said, dropping my car keys into my trunk. “What are you doing here?”
She smiled. “Um, hello , biggest show of the year
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