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Seventeen
What the fuck, over.
— Text from Searcy to Posy
SEARCY
I was a multi-millionaire.
It was official.
I stared at all the zeros in the bank account that I’d created not only out of town, but out of state as well.
$327,999,934.78
The number seemed unreal to me.
I kept making small purchases to see if the money was going to go down.
And sure enough, the sixty-seven twenty-two that I’d spent was gone.
And I still had almost three hundred and twenty-eight million left.
My heart was going fucking crazy.
I’d spent the entire morning creating accounts for the kids that were also tied to the trust I’d created. I’d deposited a million into each account so far, and still, I had a cool three hundred and twenty-eight million left.
I’d not gone to work in the three weeks since I’d started the process of claiming the money.
In that time, I’d been planning.
My mom thought that I wasn’t working because I was punishing her for being gone so long.
My sister, Calliope, thought I wasn’t working because I had finally taken off in my career, something I’d cultivated to make it seem like the reason I’d had money.
Meanwhile, I’d been contacting all kinds of people to figure out what my next step was.
Harrington had offered up quite a few individuals that would be able to help me with investing the money. He’d also helped set me up with a few insurance policies that he explained were necessary to protect me and the kids from any and all things.
He called it a balloon policy.
I called it a money grab.
But if he insisted that I needed it, who was I to say that I didn’t?
All the while, Posy came around each and every night.
At first, it was only to grab sex here and there.
But then, it’d turned into him eating lunch with me, Kent and Anders.
Tonight it was him coming over while the kids were gone.
Kent and Anders were at sleepovers, Calliope was who the fuck knew where, and I had my first free night in what felt like forever.
The possibilities were endless.
I was so dang excited that I couldn’t stop myself from closing my computer—it was better to look at a big bank balance on a bigger screen—that I hastily ran to my room to get changed into running clothes.
With it being as hot as it was, and nine in the morning, I didn’t put on many clothes.
Only a pair of shorts that were on their last legs, a sports bra, and a pair of non-holey socks.
Once I was in the living room, I shoved my feet into my tennis shoes, grabbed my phone off the counter, and headed out the door.
The oppressive heat slapped me in the face, but I didn’t let that stop me from vaulting off my porch and starting my run.
The excitement for what I’d just seen on my computer had me running way faster than I’d ever run before.
I even waved at people as I made my way through town.
By the time that I arrived at the ranch, I was sweating like a pig, but I still had that stupid smile on my face.
Oh, and my heart rate? It was through the roof.
But the moment I turned the corner that would lead me into Posy’s driveway and I saw the man on the back of the horse, my heartbeat was high for an altogether different reason.
Because my man was on the back of a horse, shirtless in the pair of the tightest Wranglers that I’d ever seen, riding around a paddock with another horse in front of him.
He had a saddle on the beautiful horse, but nothing else, as the three of them rode in circles.
I stopped at the edge of the fence and climbed it, twisting around like I’d seen a lot of men do in my time visiting Posy at his ranch, and parked my sweaty behind on the upper rung.
He caught the movement, but he didn’t slow.
What he did do was flash me a beautiful smile that did all kinds of things to my heart.
And that smile was the only thing I could see because his baseball cap was pulled down low over his eyes, shielding them from the sun.
I found that I loved the hats Posy wore.
I loved when I caught him in his cowboy hat.
I loved even more when I caught him with his backward baseball cap.
But man, when he had that hat facing right, and all I could see was that sexy grin of his, it seriously did things to my insides.
He rode around the paddock for a few more minutes before he came to a slow trot.
Then, he slowed fully, coming to a stop right in front of me while he allowed the horse in front of him to run to his heart’s content.
“Whatcha doin’?” I questioned the moment he was close enough.
He leaned forward, the leather in his saddle creaking and his dog tags falling freely in front of him, before placing his lips on mine.
I leaned in, and he cupped the back of my head to deepen the kiss before saying, “Workin’.”
I rolled my eyes as he let me go, my lips tingling from his touch.
“Is that right? I would’ve never guessed,” I drawled.
He winked at me, which once again set my heart aflame.
“I’m getting this little fella used to a saddle,” he expounded. “Generally I like to give them some time with it on their body, but not with a person on it, before I start putting any weight on them.”
“Makes sense,” I said.
“What are you doing here?” He lifted his hand and dragged his pointer finger from the hollow of my throat to the top of my bra, dipping in only slightly to my cleavage.
“I was excited,” I leaned in and whispered. “I’m a millionaire.”
He snorted. “We already knew that.”
“I got the bank account set up, and they deposited the cash.” My eyes widened. “I’m like…overwhelmed.”
He grinned. “I can imagine.”
God, his grin was so damn sexy.
“I was thinking how excited I was, and that I wanted to share it with you.” I grinned. “So I ran here.”
“How much time do you have?” he asked. “I was about to take my lunch.”
“On the back of your horse?” I teased.
Because that’s what he usually did when he wasn’t with his club or with me.
When the man had time for himself, I didn’t know. He worked his ass off, and it really showed.
“I was planning on heading into the diner, but if you’re here…”
“I’m pretty sweaty,” I pointed out, knowing where he was going with that line.
He pointed to himself. “Seems like that’s pretty normal for us, right?”
I was about to open my mouth to tell him that he was, of course, very right, when he pulled me off the fence and into his lap. “You ever had sex on a horse?”
I blinked. “This is my first time ever on a horse, let alone having sex on one.”
“Baby steps then,” he swung off, using the muscles in his arms to hold me to him as he dismounted.
I squealed as we fell, then laughed when he kissed that squeal off my lips.
Twisting in his arms, I threw my hands around his neck and purred, “I think I like riding on the back of your bike better.”
He walked until we were in the barn, the low light of the single light bulb, the only thing illuminating the area as he moved us into the tack room and slammed the door.
“What are you doing, Hicks?” I teased.
“What do you think I’m doing, Hodges?” he asked. “I’m not wasting your lack of clothes.”
I snickered as he allowed us to slide against each other until I was on my feet.
He bent down, pulling my shorts completely off my body, one foot at a time, and then stood slowly back up.
“Normally I wouldn’t mind tasting you first,” he drawled as he took me by the hips and deposited me on a saddle, which happened to be at the absolute perfect height. “But I’ve been thinking about you all morning, and I want to feed you lunch.”
I watched, my lip caught between my teeth, as he lined his cock up with my entrance and slowly pushed inside.
After our first time together, we’d talked briefly about safety.
I’d told him I was clean and hadn’t had a man in years, while also being on birth control to set a good example for Calliope. And he’d informed me that he hadn’t had the time, energy or the inclination to have a woman since Elisha, and he’d been thoroughly tested after ending it with her.
Which led us to now, him lining his bare cock up with my entrance, and slowly pushing inside.
I gasped at the slow invasion, my eyes closing and my head falling back as he slowly sank inside of me to the hilt.
I was always ready for him.
Though, I’d done a lot of thinking about him since I’d left the house, and I knew what we’d be doing when I got here.
It was no surprise that I was as ready as I was.
Then again, only a few seconds in the man’s presence would’ve been enough to get me ready.
He was that potent.
That…manly.
I groaned when he bottomed out inside of me and did a little shimmy of his hips.
“Never thought much about how perfect this height is for this until now,” he mused as he pulled back, then shoved back inside.
I groaned, my eyes opening and my head lifting so I could watch us together.
His eyes were aimed in the same direction, hyper focused on the way that my pussy spread obscenely around his fat cock.
Based on Posy’s looks, it was only fitting that he had a big cock.
I mean, he was absolute perfection. It didn’t make sense for God to make him anything but well endowed.
My poor pussy looked stretched so thin that it was a wonder he didn’t tear me in two.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “One of these days, we need to have better lighting. I’d fuckin’ love to get a better view of your pussy taking my cock so pretty.”
Did I mention he was a dirty talker?
And not just a little bit.
A lot.
He talked and he talked, telling me how I felt, how he felt, and what he was about to do. He’d tell me that I was perfect for him, and somehow, someway, he made me believe him.
Every time he said the words, I felt this sense of accomplishment that I completely got off on.
“Oh, baby.” He pulled back and rammed back inside, his belly flexing in a way that I got a great look at all the shadows that his abs made on his slim torso.
I didn’t know what was better, watching his body, or feeling the way his cock did such crazy things to my insides.
I’d never in my life been able to get off with only penetration.
Yet, Posy was over here, getting me off two and three times before he got off himself.
Already I could feel the pending orgasm rolling over me, starting to take me under.
He must’ve sensed it, because with one flick of my sensitive clit, I was falling over the cliff and happily drowning in sensation.
He grunted and cursed, saying something under his breath that I couldn’t quite decipher.
His ‘oh fuck’ had me laughing my way through my orgasm and his.
When he dropped his sweaty head—where his ball cap went I didn’t know—to my shoulder, I said, “Only one? Slacker.”
He grunted out a laugh before saying, “I already told you I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”
“You did.” I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. “Want to go to lunch?”
He pulled me up to standing and then reached into a box on top of a stack of more boxes and pulled out a box of Kleenex.
“Thanks,” I said as I cleaned myself up.
“Yes,” he answered. “I’d love to go to lunch with you. I can drop you off at home, too, since you ran here.”
“I do have to admit, I didn’t want to really run very much farther,” I confessed. “I was intending to walk it, but a ride would be great.”
He waited until I was once again fully clothed before opening up the tack room door, revealing Yates.
“Thank God. I was dying of starvation and thought I’d have to stand here all day,” Yates drawled.
I flipped him off, uncaring that he’d caught us.
“You just got here, and you know it.” I passed him.
Yates laughed, but didn’t contradict me.
“Yates, can you get Bumbo and Booster out of their gear? I’m getting lunch with Searcy,” Posy called.
“Sure thing, boss man,” Yates said. “I have my baby brother here today. School holiday or something.”
I frowned. “What?”
“School holiday?” I stopped abruptly. “What do you mean it’s a school holiday?”
“They’re off for some teacher in service thing.” He frowned. “Wouldn’t you know that?”
I was already shaking my head. “It’s not a school holiday. The kids were picked up by the bus this morning.”
Yates’s eyes narrowed, then he was walking past me with a purposeful stride, letting me know his baby brother was about to get his ass reamed.
I snickered as Posy caught my hand and pulled me to the front of the house where his bike was.
On the way, he grabbed his ball cap that was on the fence post near where I’d been sitting, and his t-shirt that was a few rungs down.
Shrugging the white t-shirt onto his body, I asked, “Why always white?”
“White’s not as hot,” he answered as he stopped at his bike. “You don’t have your helmet.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “We’re not going far.”
He shook his head and disappeared into the house, coming back out with a sparkly pink one that made me cringe.
“There’s nothing for it,” he laughed as he fitted it onto my head. “I’m not going to be responsible for letting that pretty head of yours crack against the pavement.”
Gah, even the most horrible things sounded good coming out of his mouth with that beautiful voice of his.
“You say the sweetest things,” I teased.
His eyes warmed as he cupped my helmet-covered head and said, “You are the sweetest thing.”