me guess, you’re brother number three, Donovan.” Holding out her hand, she added, “I’m Kayla Holden.”
Even with her eyes shaded by the brim of her pink baseball cap, the vivid blue eyes were noticeable as was the mischievous sparkle in them. Shaking her hand, Donovan thought she was just what his stuffy big brother needed. “You just missed him. He took Diablo down to the lake. I’d be happy to give you directions.”
Cocking her head, Kayla caught the smirk on his nice lips and realized she had an ally in her pursuit. “He’s not expecting me and probably doesn’t want me intruding on him,” she warned.
“I know. If you promise to give me details, I’ll point out where he’s at.”
The McGilley’s farm was one of the largest this side of the Appalachian Mountains, and as Kayla followed the directions Donovan gave her, driving through their acres and acres of manicured pastureland dotted with beautiful grazing American Saddlebred horses and surrounded by miles of white fences, she took the time to enjoy the stunning scenery that never got old. Ten minutes later, Kayla reached the peak of a grassy knoll and spotted the pristine blue lake nestled in the small valley, Brett riding his stunning, solid black stud at full speed along the embankment. Turning off the paved road, she bounced on the uneven terrain until she stopped several feet from what looked like an ideal spot for a picnic.
Rubbing suddenly nervous hands down her capris, she took a deep breath and got out of the car as Brett walked his horse slowly over to greet her. Her mouth practically watered at the sight of him straddling that huge, magnificent horse, the black shiny coat rippling with strength in the afternoon sun, Brett’s strong thighs clamped tightly against his heaving sides as he slowed him to a canter upon spotting her.
Brett damn near fell off Diablo when he spotted Kayla getting out of a bright neon green Volkswagen dressed head to toe in pink. He hadn’t been able to shove thoughts of her aside all night last night and his brother’s teasing this morning hadn’t helped. As he neared her, he mentally shook his head in bemusement, trying to figure out why on earth he was attracted to her.
Her silky black hair was swinging in a ponytail behind her, looped through the hole in her pink baseball cap. Large, round pink earrings adorned her small ears, pale pink lipstick shone glossily on her lips. Even from a few feet away, he could see the glint from the rings she wore on every finger and the stiff protrusion of her nipples against the pink tee shirt. Didn’t she ever wear a bra, he moaned as his dick stiffened achingly in his suddenly too tight jeans. Pink pants, pink socks and pink tennis shoes somehow should look ridiculous, but on her, they looked…right. She reminded him of cotton candy, all melt in your mouth sugary sweetness that you knew was bad for you but you were going to indulge in anyway.
Brett slowed Diablo to a walk as he approached her, reminding himself of all the ways she was wrong for him as he bolstered his determination to keep his cock in his pants. Leaning on the pommel of his saddle, he asked sternly, “What the hell are you doing here, Kayla?”
He looked dark and dangerous as he glared down at her from the back of the horse, his eyes narrowed into slits as they bored into her, his mouth set sternly, his beard shadowed jaw rigid. His biceps knotted as he leaned on his arms and the sight of those strong arms reminded her of how it felt to be held by them. Her nipples had tightened at the first sight of him, and now with him so enticingly close, her pussy was clutching damply, pulsing with a need even stronger than before.
Shoving aside the reasoning part of her brain that wanted to question why she wanted this man so badly, she smiled and answered with a wave of her arm, “It’s eighty degrees in October, too rare and nice a day to spend inside. I brought us a picnic lunch. Well, okay I’ll be
Even with her eyes shaded by the brim of her pink baseball cap, the vivid blue eyes were noticeable as was the mischievous sparkle in them. Shaking her hand, Donovan thought she was just what his stuffy big brother needed. “You just missed him. He took Diablo down to the lake. I’d be happy to give you directions.”
Cocking her head, Kayla caught the smirk on his nice lips and realized she had an ally in her pursuit. “He’s not expecting me and probably doesn’t want me intruding on him,” she warned.
“I know. If you promise to give me details, I’ll point out where he’s at.”
The McGilley’s farm was one of the largest this side of the Appalachian Mountains, and as Kayla followed the directions Donovan gave her, driving through their acres and acres of manicured pastureland dotted with beautiful grazing American Saddlebred horses and surrounded by miles of white fences, she took the time to enjoy the stunning scenery that never got old. Ten minutes later, Kayla reached the peak of a grassy knoll and spotted the pristine blue lake nestled in the small valley, Brett riding his stunning, solid black stud at full speed along the embankment. Turning off the paved road, she bounced on the uneven terrain until she stopped several feet from what looked like an ideal spot for a picnic.
Rubbing suddenly nervous hands down her capris, she took a deep breath and got out of the car as Brett walked his horse slowly over to greet her. Her mouth practically watered at the sight of him straddling that huge, magnificent horse, the black shiny coat rippling with strength in the afternoon sun, Brett’s strong thighs clamped tightly against his heaving sides as he slowed him to a canter upon spotting her.
Brett damn near fell off Diablo when he spotted Kayla getting out of a bright neon green Volkswagen dressed head to toe in pink. He hadn’t been able to shove thoughts of her aside all night last night and his brother’s teasing this morning hadn’t helped. As he neared her, he mentally shook his head in bemusement, trying to figure out why on earth he was attracted to her.
Her silky black hair was swinging in a ponytail behind her, looped through the hole in her pink baseball cap. Large, round pink earrings adorned her small ears, pale pink lipstick shone glossily on her lips. Even from a few feet away, he could see the glint from the rings she wore on every finger and the stiff protrusion of her nipples against the pink tee shirt. Didn’t she ever wear a bra, he moaned as his dick stiffened achingly in his suddenly too tight jeans. Pink pants, pink socks and pink tennis shoes somehow should look ridiculous, but on her, they looked…right. She reminded him of cotton candy, all melt in your mouth sugary sweetness that you knew was bad for you but you were going to indulge in anyway.
Brett slowed Diablo to a walk as he approached her, reminding himself of all the ways she was wrong for him as he bolstered his determination to keep his cock in his pants. Leaning on the pommel of his saddle, he asked sternly, “What the hell are you doing here, Kayla?”
He looked dark and dangerous as he glared down at her from the back of the horse, his eyes narrowed into slits as they bored into her, his mouth set sternly, his beard shadowed jaw rigid. His biceps knotted as he leaned on his arms and the sight of those strong arms reminded her of how it felt to be held by them. Her nipples had tightened at the first sight of him, and now with him so enticingly close, her pussy was clutching damply, pulsing with a need even stronger than before.
Shoving aside the reasoning part of her brain that wanted to question why she wanted this man so badly, she smiled and answered with a wave of her arm, “It’s eighty degrees in October, too rare and nice a day to spend inside. I brought us a picnic lunch. Well, okay I’ll be
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