"You're gonna do it, really?" I ask when she places her small hand on my arm to steady herself, then pulls her hair back out of her face. "I don't back down from a challenge, Finn Mayberry. That moose doesn't have shit on Freya Anderson." She grins. Fuck, I want that feisty mouth wrapped around my dick. "I mean… If you think you can do it, be my guest." She grabs my hand, tugging me from the barstool. Laughing, I grab the beer and follow her over to the moose where Landon is setting up for the next rider.
