Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

I wasn’t an early riser. Or a night owl. Really, I would just rather be sleeping.

At his core, Weston Ryder was gentle, and I thought that was the best thing that a man could be.

“You say you’re not nice, or warm, or bright, or any of these other stupid fucking words that people use to describe the sun, but I never asked you to be the sun.” I rolled my eyes, trying to move them in a way that would stop the tears from falling. “I would rather have the moon anyway.” I scoffed at him then. Acting like he was being ridiculous was my only defense mechanism. “I’m the moon?” I asked sarcastically. “You’re the moon,” he said. “And I’m the tides. You pull me in without even trying, and I come to you willingly. I always will.”

“I want to go down on you, sweetheart,” I said. “I will sign the deed to this house over to you right now if you let me go down on you.” I might have been kidding, but I didn’t know for sure.