In the Cowboy's Bed (Pleasure Ridge Ranch) by Ava Flynn Read Free Book Online Page A

to think about that depressing scenario right now. She had six more days with Justin, and she was going to make the most of them.
    Justin slid into the seat opposite her, and from the way he dived right in he was as hungry as she was. They were halfway through their food before either of them spoke.
    "You want to go for a horseback ride today?" Justin asked before taking a bite of bacon.
    "I’ve never been on a horse."
    "Lucky for you, I have."
    She took a drink of coffee as she watched him. When she placed the cup back on the table, she said, "The guys here aren’t really cowboys, right? I mean, that’s like a theme, an archetype that women fantasize about."
    "It is. And I don’t know about the other guys, but I actually grew up on a ranch. So you have yourself a real cowboy."
    "You grew up around here?"
    He shook his head. "Wyoming."
    "Really?"
    He nodded. "Really." That layer of authenticity made him even sexier. "So, you up for giving riding a try?"
    The memory of her riding him in the middle of the night caused her to stare down at her plate to hide her thoughts as well as how they heated her cheeks. "Sure."
    After they ate, Justin went out to his truck to retrieve his bag. He changed into clean clothes while Erin did the dishes. When they both stepped out onto the porch, Erin breathed deeply of the fresh air. Maybe a day out in the sun would help ease the aches throughout her body brought about by all the vigorous lovemaking.
    She faltered a little bit going down the steps at that thought. It wasn’t lovemaking. No, it was sex and only sex. But a little twinge told her that wasn’t entirely true. Though she knew next to nothing about Justin, the real man and not the part he played for her, she got the sense that she would like him. She already liked the man she saw now, and instinct told her that he didn’t suddenly have a personality transplant when he went home from the ranch.
    Justin’s hand touched her elbow, aware of her bobble. "Are you okay?"
    "Yeah, just slipped a little."
    "Be careful. Can’t have you injuring yourself before you even see the horses."
    He drove her down the winding road she’d taken to the cabin then past the office where she’d picked up her key. He turned down another road and eventually came to an area filled with barns and corrals. Several beautiful horses stood in the corrals, and a guy was leading another horse out of the front of the barn.
    When Justin parked and opened his door, Erin stayed in the truck watching the guy with the horse and the couple standing next to him. She jumped when Justin opened her door.
    "You nervous?" he asked.
    "Maybe a little."
    "I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve been riding almost since I could walk."
    He stepped back so she could get out of the truck, but instead her eyes went back to the three people next to the barn.
    "Can we wait until they leave?"
    Justin directed his gaze where she was looking. "Why?"
    "Because...I feel like they’ll take one look at me and know what I’ve been doing."
    A wide smile stretched Justin’s lips, and he stepped closer to her. "There’s a pretty good chance they’ve been doing the same thing." He grabbed her knees and spun her toward him. He stepped in between her legs and ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. "I guess I could always pull down these jeans right here and really give them something to talk about."
    She throbbed at his suggestion and for a split second wanted to dare him to do exactly that. When had the idea of having sex where someone might see her gotten so exciting? She gave him a playful slap on the shoulder and pushed him back so she could get out of the truck.
    "You are a bad, bad boy," she said as she walked past him.
    "I do try."
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    Justin took a moment to appreciate the shape of Erin’s body in her jeans and simple red, long-sleeved T-shirt before falling into step beside her. Up ahead, the other couple headed away from the barn toward one of the