Surrender (Seaside Pictures #4) - Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,41

been celibate for three years. Don’t judge me.”

Her eyes went wide.

I sighed. “Did I forget to mention I blurt things out when I’m scared? No? Well, just feel free to put in some earplugs before I start confessing things like how I stroked myself in the shower thinking about your lips and—”

“Drew Amhurst?” Dave, the guy I rented the horse from, got off it like he’d been born to play a cowboy.

He stared at Bronte longer than I liked and seemed unfazed by my death glare in his direction. He wore tight Wranglers, and damn, he even had a nice ass.

I had half a mind to shove Bronte behind me.

“Yup, that’s me, so do we just…” I gulped. “…get on?”

He chuckled. “I can give you a lift if you want.”

“I’ll lift her.” Don’t touch her, you piece of shit! Killing him after I kill Ryan apparently. “You ready, B?” I felt my body sway a bit.

“Yes!” She bounced up on her feet and then put a foot in one stirrup, threw her leg over, and grabbed the reins. “Whoa, boy…”

“Kinda makes you wanna be a horse, don’t it?” Dave chuckled.

“You have no idea,” I grumbled and handed him a hundred-dollar bill. “We’ll be back in two hours. Is everything in the pack?”

He patted the pack strapped behind the horse. “All here.”

“Cool. I’ve got my cell.”

“Great.” His brown eyes twinkled.

“So, I’ll just… hop…” I gulped. “…h-hop right on.”

“Aw, Will’s not so bad!”

“Will? I’m riding a Will?” Could this moment be any more embarrassing? Now my thighs were going to be clenching around a horse named Will?

What were the odds?

“Hi, Will.” My voice cracked.

Honest to God, the horse looked back at me and glared.

“Shit.” I cursed and then put my foot in the same stirrup Bronte had and threw my massive awkward body onto the horse.

It grunted.

Shut the hell up, Will!

“You gonna make it?” Bronte looked over her shoulder.

I scooted closer to her, then pulled her against me, right where I wanted her, and let out a pitiful needy groan. “I’m either gonna die from fear or lust. But the truth remains, I will die.”

Laughter shook her shoulders. “Don’t be a baby. Let’s go!”

“If you gallop, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“What about trotting?”

“That’s a no. Let’s just plan for a calm, easy cadence—” The horse took off in a slow trot. I wasn’t proud of the way I hugged Bronte or the fact that I had my eyes closed to start.

And then as the horse moved, I realized I was going to have a bigger problem than dying of lust or fear.

Each movement had her ass pressed against my dick.

Yeah, I would die today.

“Farewell, cruel world,” I grumbled under my breath.

“What?” Bronte called.

“If I don’t get sex out of this, I’m ending our friendship.”

She laughed as if I was kidding.

And my dick cried as if it was going to fall off.

CHAPTER 14

Bronte

I was being punished.

Or maybe rewarded?

However you looked at it, I felt Drew everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. How did my life turn out like this? One day I was a lonely divorced mom, and the next I was a divorced mom with a hot-as-hell rockstar clinging to me as if his life depended on it and a very large part of him pushing into me every few seconds.

Torture.

I mean, I knew he was packing.

But this?

I squirmed on the saddle as the wind picked up and tickled my face. I squirmed again, and it only made the horse neigh as it moved along the white sand.

Nothing was helping to ease my ache or tap down my wild imagination about how it would be with him.

The fact he’d admitted that it had been three years actually made me want to climb him like a tree. I was barely able to restrain myself. I dug my nails into my palms to keep from reaching for him and asking him to make sweet love to me on the boardwalk with pedestrians skateboarding by.

“Everything okay?” Drew’s lips touched my ear.

They tickled and tempted while I white-knuckled the reins.

“Yeah,” I croaked. “Great, just enjoying the view.”

And the feel of him pressed against my ass.

His muscled forearms pushed hard against my stomach as his hands splayed out across my shirt and, a few seconds later, inched up and cupped my breasts.

I froze.

“Sorry, I just needed something to focus on, so I don’t cry like a little girl.” He chuckled.

“So you chose my boobs?” I didn’t hate it but didn’t want him to think it was