Smirking, I reach forward and grab Pudding's reins from her hands, using them to guide her closer.
“Kade!” she cries, gripping the pommel. “What the hell!?”
Dusty huffs and hooves at the ground, but they’re both patient as hell, used to kids and crazy cowboys, and I easily get them side to side, where I keep Georgia.
My eyes glide all across her face—from her freckles to her eyes, down to her lips, where they stay.
“Rule is: Wear the hat, ride the cowboy,” I rumble, voice full of gravel and lust I can’t hide. She sucks in a sharp breath that goes straight to my cock and I meet her gaze. “So either give me my hat, or ride me, darlin’. Choice is yours.”
And. Just. Like.That.
My wildfire is back.
Cheeks so red, even her faintest freckles pop. Eyes glassy and narrowed. Jaw ticking wildly. Brows tight, nose wrinkled.
She’s pissed, and I find it so fucking hot, it makes me forget what I’m doing.
“How about neither, you pig!” she whisper-hisses, peeling my fingers off the reins. “I’d rather ride a murderous bull than your….your…”
“Come on,” I prompt, tongue clicking. “You can say it.”
“Again with the innuendos,” she mutters, shooting me a glare. “This is why people find you annoying.”
“Say it, Georgia. Say‘I want to ride your cock, Kade. Wanna swing your hat over my head while I bounce on your big, long, perfect, cowboy co—’”
She slaps a hand over my mouth, blush full and pretty. “I. Do.Not!”
Eyes locked right on hers, my lips press against her palm in a soft kiss. She sucks in a sharp breath and shivers, so I do it again, flicking my tongue.
Georgia yanks her hand away like I’ve burned her and clutches it to her chest.
“Liar.”
A breath, an eye twitch, another shiver.
And then…
“I am not lying! Oh my God! You’re a filthy, dirty, sex-crazed, brute!”
She’s screeching now. This is a new level of Georgia's rage, and it’s adorable.
I drag my tongue across my lip and her eyes fly to it like a magnet. She shudders, hips shifting against the rough leather of her saddle. Leaning forward, I drop my voice, breath fanning over her face, and murmur, “Liar.”
And then I wrap my arm around her waist, andyank.
She’s pliant, body soft and distracted, and she comes easy. For a split second, before she realizes what’s happening.
“Holy shit!” she shouts, arms flailing for purchase. “Kade! Oh, fuck, Kade! What—”
“You know,” I grit out, tightening my hold as I heave her over Pudding and drop her ass in front of me sidesaddle. “I’ve pictured you saying that exact thing a time or two, but it was a hell of a lot lessdying catand more husky, bit of a moan.”
She freezes, muscles going limp, and I chuckle, shooting her a smirk.
“Did I shock you into silence, freckles?” Georgia blinks once, twice, before batting at my hands. I tighten my grip and shake my head. “Don’t do that, or I’ll drop you.”
I watch her look down and note the exact second she realizes she’s dangling off a horse, held on by only my wavering grip. She’s not far from the ground, but for some reason, she reacts like I’m dangling her from a fucking roof.
She screams, long, loud, and terrifying to everyone involved.
