“You know,” Casey says hesitantly. “It might not be so bad… you staying here. I mean… this place is so beautiful. You have such history and Tenn… honestly… you on a horse riding the open range in tight jeans is way hotter than you on a motorcycle I’m sorry to say.”

I chuckle and squeeze my hold around her waist. “Nice thought, Goldie, but if I stay, I wouldn’t be riding the range. I’d be in a business suit attending meetings, entertaining political big wigs, and schmoozing business associates. I’d probably have to shave my fucking goatee so I’d look presentable.”

“Oh,” she says softly and after a moment of reflection, she says, “But still… maybe this is what you’re supposed to do with your life.”

Her words slice into me, because while I don’t have a fucking clue as to what I’m really supposed to do, I had always sort of thought Casey would be my voice of reason. She’d be the one that would keep reminding me to follow my real dreams, which of course, include her.

I’m not sure what to say to her because I can see she’s speaking to me from a place deep within her heart that is trying to help me figure out what is best. She’s forcing me to look at all angles.

“Tenn?” she whispers, one of her hands releasing the death grip she has on the pommel to come up and drape over my arm that’s around her waist.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you,” she says.

She says it firmly, without a shred of doubt in her voice. She says it as if it’s a truth she’s known all along.

She fucking owns those words.

My entire body freezes, and I pull on the reins to bring Whiskey to a halt. I lean to the side and then forward a bit to get a look at her face. She turns so her eyes can meet mine, and I’m thunderstruck over the intensity of feeling she’s emanating in her gaze.

“I love you, Tenn,” she says again with a clear voice, her eyes pinning me hard. “And if you love me, and you want me to, I’ll stay here with you if this is where you’re meant to be.”

I can’t explain the feeling that starts to overwhelm me because it’s something I’ve never experienced before, and I don’t know that mere words could ever do it justice. But in just the space of a sharp inhale of air into my lungs, my entire world becomes complete. In just that moment, I know, without a doubt, that my life will never be more perfect than it is in this moment.

For the first time ever, I have the love of a woman that is more precious to me than the oxygen that sustains me. More important than my dreams to open a custom motorcycle shop. More essential to my way of living than anything else.

At this moment, Casey takes up one half of my heart while Zoey takes up the other, and because it’s so fucking full, nothing else really matters.

And with such an epiphany glowing within me, I realize in this moment that I want Casey more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I draw her into me, pressing my face forward to capture her lips. Our hats bump against each other and immediately fall backward off our heads, tumbling to the ground, but that only makes the sun feel that much better upon me.

Casey turns in the saddle slightly, causing the leather to creak. Whiskey, being the good gelding that he is, just stands placidly as Casey’s hands release the pommel completely and clutch at my shirt.

While my mouth claims hers, the arm around her waist loosens, and my hand drops automatically between her legs, the need to touch her as intimately as possibly completely overwhelming me. My fingers snake under the hem of her dress and pull it up high. I pull back from her lips briefly and angle my head down, looking at the tiny scrap of white lace between her legs with my fingers hovering just over it.

I glance back up at her briefly, rocked by the love and desire in her eyes, and my fingers dive under the elastic edge of her panties. Shifting my leg, which spreads her open a little further, I slide a finger deep inside her pussy. She groans and her head falls back against my shoulder.

So wet and warm.

My finger works her lazily, and her breath starts to hitch. Her hips gyrate, grinding against my cock, which is now painfully hard.

“Ever fucked on a horse?” I murmur just before I nip at her ear.

She shakes her head frantically, and then bucks against me when I start to circle her clit.

“Me either,” I tell her. “But I’m about to.”

“Tenn,” she says shakily as her hands grab onto my wrist, attempting to halt my ministrations. “I don’t want to fall off.”

“Shhh,” I gentle her. “Whiskey’s a good horse. And I’m not about to let you fall.”

“Okay,” she says with a moan as I continue to pluck at her with my fingers.

I’ve never done this before but in my mind, I know exactly how it needs to work. I’ve been riding horses since I was three years old and feel as comfortable in the saddle as I do lying on a mattress. After looping the reins around the pommel and scooting back to the edge of the saddle, I easily pick Casey up and turn her around to face me, and because she’s so lithe, she easily is able to make the adjustment by cocking her leg up high and squeezing it between us until we are adjusted face to face.

Whiskey takes a few slow, side steps as we adjust in the saddle, but that’s more about him accommodating the new change in weight distribution and I don’t give it another thought.

My only thought is my hands going under Casey’s ass and using the strength in my arms alone to lift her up several inches. “Open my jeans,” I tell her urgently.

Her hands drop quickly and with sure movements and some rocking of my own hips, she gets my belt and fly opened and the material pushed down enough to free my cock. And fuck… she looks down at it where I can feel it’s already leaking with need and actually licks her lips like she wants to swallow me whole.

Christ… I can’t wait. I haul her closer to me while she grips the base of my dick with one hand and the other slips into the crotch of her panties to jerk them to the side, baring her gorgeously slick pussy to me.

“Fuck,” I say as I lower her… my face slanted downward so I don’t miss a second of my cock as it slides up into her.

We both groan in ecstasy once I become fully lodged inside, her legs naturally wrapping around my waist with her boots resting on Whiskey’s backside.

“Hold on to my shoulders, baby,” I tell her as my hands go to the reins. “And hang on tight, okay?”

Her eyes are glazed but I know she understands me because she does exactly as I tell her to, and then goes one step further by wrapping her arms all the way around my neck and placing her cheek against mine.

With a soft cluck of my tongue and a tiny tap of my heels into Whiskey’s flanks, I urge him forward with only enough rein so that he maintains a slow walk. I use the opportunity to let Casey get the feel of the motion and within moments, she rocking counter to Whiskey’s gait. My cock isn’t getting much friction at this pace, other than a gentle massage of her walls against mine as she grinds against me. This is fine though, because this is so fucking hot right now, I’m afraid I might bust a quick nut if I don’t get some control first.

Casey’s little gasps and moans though turn me on like nothing I’ve ever experienced with her before and with sharper kick of my boots, I urge Whiskey into a soft canter, causing both of us to gasp and moan.

With the first loping stride, Casey slides up my cock and then back down in a fluid motion and my eyes practically roll into the back of my head because nothing should ever feel this good. Casey moans loudly as Whiskey provides us with all the motion we need by which we can fuck each other.

The sound of hooves punching into the ground and the slap of our flesh against each other rings hard in my ears and then starts to fade as I begin to get overwhelmed by Casey sliding up and down on me. Tiny whimpers fall from her lips but what I really need is to hear her scream out to the Wyoming skyline.