ragged as she pushed his jeans and underwear down. He stepped out of them and settled himself between her thighs. “I get to have a little fun first.” Holding his weight on his arms, he brushed his lips against hers, enjoying their sweetness as she tried to deepen the kiss. “Not yet. I want to savor this.”
“Hell no,” Olympia said, wrapping her arms around him, yanking him down onto her.
“I’ll squash you.”
“Is that what you call it now?” she laughed, husky and sexy.
Before her laugh finished, he’d reversed their positions and now she lay stretched out over him. “You’re a cowgirl, right? Prove it. Ride a cowboy. Save a horse.”
“You got that right, cowboy.” Olympia rocked her hips forward as he entered her. Quickly, she found a rhythm, reveling in her body’s power. She barely heard Spence urging her on as her climax broke over her once again, and his hips lifted off the bed in a squeal of springs.
“That’s how we break in cowboys around here,” she whispered against his sweaty neck, savoring the closeness of him, the safety his very presence gave her, allowing her to fall asleep in one swift blink.
Chapter Six
Light seeped through the partially open curtains. A lot of light. Olympia burst from the sheets and immediately flopped back onto the bed as sickness crept up the back of her throat. What time was it? She reached out for the phone on her nightstand—9:00 a.m. Spence had left hours ago for work. She had to get up now and take care of the animals. Muffin would be knocking down his stall for his morning feed. There were the others to take care of, plus she had a potential client coming to check out the barn for her animal.
She stared at the ceiling as she considered what had happened last night. She could blame the constant sickness, saying it’d eaten away at the thinking part of her brain, but she wasn’t a liar. She’d wanted him last night. This morning? Pretty much the same, except the nausea was back. Maybe sex was what she needed to combat the sickness?
She slid out of bed, standing carefully and not moving until she felt settled. Her room looked fine, but the faint scent of licorice and sex made her thighs tighten in remembered pleasure. She refused to be disappointed that Spence hadn’t woken her like Sleeping Beauty this morning. Of course, saying she was Sleeping Beauty might be a stretch.
Get into the shower
, she told herself firmly.
Wash off his scent and cowgirl up.
Whether they should or shouldn’t do a repeat of last night—she certainly hoped they would for the sake of her morning sickness—right now, she had chores to do.
Moving in slow motion, Olympia got through her barn work and dragged herself back to the house. She slid open the back door, which led directly into the kitchen, and screamed.
Another feminine screech filled the room. “You scared the crap out of me,” accused her youngest sister.
“Rickie! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”
“Nah. Classes don’t start for weeks. Mama is being a pain, and Grammy moved back in after her latest boyfriend dumped her. I had to get out of there. Can I stay here?”
Olympia’s stomach, which
had
settled nicely, went into a churning wave of sickness. “No,” she gasped and hurried to the bathroom where she threw up the juice and Gatorade she’d sipped in the barn. The pounding on the bathroom door finally registered on her sluggish brain. She had to get herself together before she faced her sister. She rinsed her mouth, looked at herself in the mirror and considered makeup to hide how rough she looked. No. Then Rickie would know something was wrong. “What?” Olympia asked belligerently as she yanked open the door. A good offense was being offensive, she’d learned in a house full of females.
“What do you mean
what
? You’re sick. Do you have the flu? Or is it—?”
“Flu. You’d better stay away. Maybe you shouldn’t crash here.”
Rickie shook her
“Hell no,” Olympia said, wrapping her arms around him, yanking him down onto her.
“I’ll squash you.”
“Is that what you call it now?” she laughed, husky and sexy.
Before her laugh finished, he’d reversed their positions and now she lay stretched out over him. “You’re a cowgirl, right? Prove it. Ride a cowboy. Save a horse.”
“You got that right, cowboy.” Olympia rocked her hips forward as he entered her. Quickly, she found a rhythm, reveling in her body’s power. She barely heard Spence urging her on as her climax broke over her once again, and his hips lifted off the bed in a squeal of springs.
“That’s how we break in cowboys around here,” she whispered against his sweaty neck, savoring the closeness of him, the safety his very presence gave her, allowing her to fall asleep in one swift blink.
Chapter Six
Light seeped through the partially open curtains. A lot of light. Olympia burst from the sheets and immediately flopped back onto the bed as sickness crept up the back of her throat. What time was it? She reached out for the phone on her nightstand—9:00 a.m. Spence had left hours ago for work. She had to get up now and take care of the animals. Muffin would be knocking down his stall for his morning feed. There were the others to take care of, plus she had a potential client coming to check out the barn for her animal.
She stared at the ceiling as she considered what had happened last night. She could blame the constant sickness, saying it’d eaten away at the thinking part of her brain, but she wasn’t a liar. She’d wanted him last night. This morning? Pretty much the same, except the nausea was back. Maybe sex was what she needed to combat the sickness?
She slid out of bed, standing carefully and not moving until she felt settled. Her room looked fine, but the faint scent of licorice and sex made her thighs tighten in remembered pleasure. She refused to be disappointed that Spence hadn’t woken her like Sleeping Beauty this morning. Of course, saying she was Sleeping Beauty might be a stretch.
Get into the shower
, she told herself firmly.
Wash off his scent and cowgirl up.
Whether they should or shouldn’t do a repeat of last night—she certainly hoped they would for the sake of her morning sickness—right now, she had chores to do.
Moving in slow motion, Olympia got through her barn work and dragged herself back to the house. She slid open the back door, which led directly into the kitchen, and screamed.
Another feminine screech filled the room. “You scared the crap out of me,” accused her youngest sister.
“Rickie! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”
“Nah. Classes don’t start for weeks. Mama is being a pain, and Grammy moved back in after her latest boyfriend dumped her. I had to get out of there. Can I stay here?”
Olympia’s stomach, which
had
settled nicely, went into a churning wave of sickness. “No,” she gasped and hurried to the bathroom where she threw up the juice and Gatorade she’d sipped in the barn. The pounding on the bathroom door finally registered on her sluggish brain. She had to get herself together before she faced her sister. She rinsed her mouth, looked at herself in the mirror and considered makeup to hide how rough she looked. No. Then Rickie would know something was wrong. “What?” Olympia asked belligerently as she yanked open the door. A good offense was being offensive, she’d learned in a house full of females.
“What do you mean
what
? You’re sick. Do you have the flu? Or is it—?”
“Flu. You’d better stay away. Maybe you shouldn’t crash here.”
Rickie shook her
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