The Rider's Dangerous Embrace (An Interracial Bad Boy Romance Story) by Nicole Jordan Read Free Book Online Page A

didn’t let her go. He pulled her closer, bent down and kissed her softly. She surrendered to him without any fight whatsoever. Her lips molded to his just as her soft curves pressed against him. He deepened that kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, filling her as he gripped her with both hands, even tighter.
    The effect was surprising, a surge of want flooded her senses and her body. She could feel the sticky wetness building between her thighs. An effect he caused. Business. Not personal. Wasn’t that they deal they struck?
    Get a hold of yourself.
    Jayda pressed against his chest, separating herself from the burly cowboy, she was determined not to let him get the best of her. She took in one ragged breath, then another. Willing away her feelings.
    “Is that all, Mr. Daniels?” She tried to turn on her cold business tone but faltered, her voice shaking instead. Using his last name made her feel less formal, and more silly.
    This man knew exactly how to rock her.
    “For now, Ms. Rivers.” He released her, taking a step away from her, the crooked smile right back on his face.
    “For now.”

Jayda took a sip of her gas station coffee, just glad something was open and waiting for her at this ungodly hour. Five A.M. was not her choice time to be up, but if it was when the riders got started in training, she would be there. She never broke a promise.
    So Jayda was here. At the rodeo training facilities, waiting on a man that she barely knew, trying to convince him to sign with her.
    Because Thomas said he was important.
    She walked over to the first corral that presented itself on her property. Her father had achieved his dream: a facility for every aspect of rodeo and equestrian on the property. Quite the operation. It was a theoretical nirvana for cowboys and cowgirls. A series of different pastures, holding pens and corrals as well as trails and courses, dotted the hundreds of acres. Each one set aside for a specific sport.
    It was all encompassing, and it had been a strategy that a lot of people advised against. But he had a dream, to create something that could house many different people’s training. Especially because a bull rider may also compete in a variety of sports in the rodeo and a barrel rider may also work the equestrian circuit. Amateurs were not like professionals. They didn’t always get to specialize and this facility accommodated them all.
    Those who weren’t sponsored were charged fair rates for the use of the training animals, and the land, and those who were got either discounted or included rates. It was the business that wasn’t supposed to work, but it did, and it worked well.
    She didn’t exactly know where everything was, despite having seen it on the maps and visiting the facility once or twice. It was to be expected. The tours were long and winding and she could never quite get her balance. She never expected to have to take over so soon, but then again, you don’t get to choose cancer, it chooses you.
    This early in the morning she knew she would find someone working a horse in the training area. They always were. Each and every time she came here. And this was as far as she ever got on her own. Thomas took care of almost every aspect of the business, so she hadn’t needed to venture that far in six months.
    Luke was right. Jayda had been hiding from the business. She let Thomas do all the work and it showed. Not because he was a bad person, but because he was only one man, trying to run a small business. Her father, Thomas, and a couple of silent partners ran the entire establishment, from the ranches, all the way to the training grounds.
    The business lacked heart, something it used to be bursting with. And it seemed empty. Her father used to come in almost every day, even if just for a half hour, to see the boys. Form a relationship.
    As Jayda approached the corral she could see that, sure enough, there was a man on the horse putting her through her paces. It wasn’t even dawn