Holding the Reins (Silver Pines Ranch, #1)

by Paisley Hope

“Oh, my dear! You dropped your hair curler thingy! Dear!” I stop dead in my tracks and look down at the suitcase I’m struggling to haul behind me. The back pocket is unzipped just enough, and Mrs. Danforth—my best friend’s grandmother—is calling to me in her sing-song voice, holding my teal blue vibrator in the air as she chases me down through the Car Depot lobby.

“Was I sly, dear?” she whispers. My mouth falls open. Fuck my life. She knows what it is.

She’s looking like a whirlwind of things right now but the two that stand out the most are really fucking beautiful and really fucking off limits.

“Just don’t settle, baby. Find a man that will move heaven and earth for you. A man that knows your worth. You should be his entire heart, always.”

“She said she wants to help me work on my fingering. She said I work a tight finger and I need to loosen it up.” Wade snickers and Cole breaks out in a grin. “Well that’s good, Pop. You just gotta practice your fingering then,” Cole says, laughter rumbling from his chest. “I mean, don’t we all?” Wade asks in a shrug.

“I’m trying my best. I broke the damn G-string while I was fingering a tight major tonight.”

“Did you boys know if you finger the A just right, it produces a higher note?” “Dad!” Mama Jo belts out at him, swatting him with a dish towel as the three of us boys double over.

My depraved pussy doesn’t stand a chance. She’s a whore for a backward baseball hat—especially on this devastating looking hockey star turned part-time cowboy.

Who says this is about you? I ran into Cole today and he didn’t scowl at me. AND he said hello. I’m breaking through. One step closer to his handcuffs on my bed posts. LIV Holy shit, plan the wedding!

Implement new dress code. Better yet, implement baggy office uniforms, neck to ankles. Don’t kill Kevin.

“Thank you for the extra-large this morning,” she says. Title of your sex tape. I smirk inwardly. “Figured you needed the extra-large today,” I retort out loud. Title number two.

“Yeah, Wade’s the best at tossing salad. Maybe even the best in the whole county.” Cole chuckles as he pops a crouton into his mouth. “You know, come to think of it, I have heard around town that he tosses a mean salad,” I say.

“I took her home because the whole time I was with her, all I could fucking think about was you.”

“Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to see your face no matter who I’m looking at?”

Apologies to your pussy. I will grovel before her with Danishes and croissants.

“And if you think for one second that you’re in here in this fucking dress, and I’m looking at anyone else, you’ve lost your damn mind.” I look back at her and my gaze meets her wide eyes. “There is nothing I want to do more right now than fuck you so hard, for so long that you’ll know, without a doubt, that the only woman I’m looking at is you.“

“We’re not a phase. We’re the exact opposite of a phase. You’re my always. I fucking love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in this life and I came here to make sure you knew it. Following you across the country is nothing. I’m going to follow you everywhere you go for the rest of this life. And then, I’m going to follow you into the next.”