Stepbrother: Forbidden Cravings: Stepbrother Romance Boxed Set by Heated Desires Publishing
Authors: Heated Desires Publishing
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put one foot in a stirrup and swung her body on the horse, holding the reins in the way she felt was correct.
Dylan pulled Sunday and Summer out to the outdoor arena and looked up and laughed as he saw how Summer was holding the reins.
“You’re holding on for dear life! Loosen up a bit. Horses can sense when you’re tense and take advantage of it.”
Summer looked at her hands and saw her knuckles were white. Embarrassed, she did as told and loosened the reins along with allowing her breath to make a deep exhale.
“Good! Now, I want you to click your tongue that will tell Sunday to start walking. Guide her around the arena with your reins. Pull the left to make her go left, pull the right to make her go right. Keep your feet in the stirrups and your heels down. You’ll be fine!”
Summer nodded and clicked as she was told. Sunday took a step forward and began walking slowly around the outer ring of the arena.
She looked up at Dylan and he was smiling at her from the center, nodding and giving her a thumbs up.
“You’re doing great, Summer! Let Sunday know you’re relaxed and in control. You got this!”
She made a few more laps until she felt comfortable and Dylan taught her how to trot. She had gone from being clueless and terrified to feeling calm and was genuinely having a good time. It reached eleven in the morning and she barely noticed any time had passed.
“Let’s give Sunday a rest,” said Dylan.
“Your legs are gonna be a bit sore later anyway.”
They pulled Sunday back to her stall and Dylan stripped her of her saddle and bridle. He spoke kindly to the animal as if he was alone with her, Summer being a fly on the wall.
The fight to keep a slight growth of attraction for her stepbrother away was getting to be a bit harder.
Dylan locked up the stall and they began walking back to the house.
“If you’re up for it, we can go on a trail ride tomorrow. It sure beats riding around the arena over and over.”
“Yeah, I’d like to do that,” said Summer.
Dylan arranged for Summer to ride Sunday again, and he brought out a black horse named Cicero for himself. He geared up the horses and pointed out the trail in which they’d take for their ride.
“See back through those trees where the branches open up? That trail ends up by a small creek about two miles in. Sound good?” he asked.
Summer smiled and pulled herself onto Sunday.
“Yes, let’s go!”
Dylan took the lead and led Cicero to the trail, Summer and Sunday following close behind. The shaded path was cool and away from the dry Colorado sun.
The horse’s hooves clopped along the uneven dirt, and Summer inhaled the scent of the trees, relaxed and unaware of anything else in that moment. She was completely at peace.
She looked at Dylan ahead of her, his broad shoulders and firm torso titillating her imagination. She began to envision herself riding on the back of the horse with Dylan, her arms wrapped around his hips tenderly, resting her chin on his shoulder.
“Look ahead, Summer! There’s the creek!” he said, pulling her away from her fantasy.
A small trickle of water danced through the woods and babbled softly. Dylan and Summer dismounted their horses and tied the reins to nearby branches.
Dylan approached the water and scooped some up in his hand, throwing it over his face. He patted his skin dry and whistled.
“Some ice cold water to keep you going halfway through a ride!”
Summer walked up to him and sat down on a rock near the water. She took her shoes off and dipped her toes in. The water was brisk and awakening on her warm skin.
Dylan sat down next to her.
“Are you enjoying your first trail ride?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Very much so. Thanks for teaching me.”
He looked into her eyes and bit his lip.
“It’s my pleasure. I enjoy sharing my passion
Dylan pulled Sunday and Summer out to the outdoor arena and looked up and laughed as he saw how Summer was holding the reins.
“You’re holding on for dear life! Loosen up a bit. Horses can sense when you’re tense and take advantage of it.”
Summer looked at her hands and saw her knuckles were white. Embarrassed, she did as told and loosened the reins along with allowing her breath to make a deep exhale.
“Good! Now, I want you to click your tongue that will tell Sunday to start walking. Guide her around the arena with your reins. Pull the left to make her go left, pull the right to make her go right. Keep your feet in the stirrups and your heels down. You’ll be fine!”
Summer nodded and clicked as she was told. Sunday took a step forward and began walking slowly around the outer ring of the arena.
She looked up at Dylan and he was smiling at her from the center, nodding and giving her a thumbs up.
“You’re doing great, Summer! Let Sunday know you’re relaxed and in control. You got this!”
She made a few more laps until she felt comfortable and Dylan taught her how to trot. She had gone from being clueless and terrified to feeling calm and was genuinely having a good time. It reached eleven in the morning and she barely noticed any time had passed.
“Let’s give Sunday a rest,” said Dylan.
“Your legs are gonna be a bit sore later anyway.”
They pulled Sunday back to her stall and Dylan stripped her of her saddle and bridle. He spoke kindly to the animal as if he was alone with her, Summer being a fly on the wall.
The fight to keep a slight growth of attraction for her stepbrother away was getting to be a bit harder.
Dylan locked up the stall and they began walking back to the house.
“If you’re up for it, we can go on a trail ride tomorrow. It sure beats riding around the arena over and over.”
“Yeah, I’d like to do that,” said Summer.
Dylan arranged for Summer to ride Sunday again, and he brought out a black horse named Cicero for himself. He geared up the horses and pointed out the trail in which they’d take for their ride.
“See back through those trees where the branches open up? That trail ends up by a small creek about two miles in. Sound good?” he asked.
Summer smiled and pulled herself onto Sunday.
“Yes, let’s go!”
Dylan took the lead and led Cicero to the trail, Summer and Sunday following close behind. The shaded path was cool and away from the dry Colorado sun.
The horse’s hooves clopped along the uneven dirt, and Summer inhaled the scent of the trees, relaxed and unaware of anything else in that moment. She was completely at peace.
She looked at Dylan ahead of her, his broad shoulders and firm torso titillating her imagination. She began to envision herself riding on the back of the horse with Dylan, her arms wrapped around his hips tenderly, resting her chin on his shoulder.
“Look ahead, Summer! There’s the creek!” he said, pulling her away from her fantasy.
A small trickle of water danced through the woods and babbled softly. Dylan and Summer dismounted their horses and tied the reins to nearby branches.
Dylan approached the water and scooped some up in his hand, throwing it over his face. He patted his skin dry and whistled.
“Some ice cold water to keep you going halfway through a ride!”
Summer walked up to him and sat down on a rock near the water. She took her shoes off and dipped her toes in. The water was brisk and awakening on her warm skin.
Dylan sat down next to her.
“Are you enjoying your first trail ride?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Very much so. Thanks for teaching me.”
He looked into her eyes and bit his lip.
“It’s my pleasure. I enjoy sharing my passion
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