Free Rough Ryder by Elizabeth Veatch, Crystal Smith

don’t have the same accent as most folks around here and I don’t know a soul who doesn’t ride.”
                       “East coast.”  She really didn’t want to go into her past.  She knew the tears would start again and she didn’t want to be drying her eyes on him again.
                       “What made you come out this way?  We’re a long way from the east coast.”
                       “I just needed a fresh start.  Can we talk about something else…please?”  She was desperate.  If there was anything in the world that she didn’t want to discuss with him, that was it.  She refused to let him thing that she was emotionally unstable because each time she thought, or talked about it, she cried. 
                       “For now.” 
    She knew the minute he said it, exactly what he meant.  Sure he could drop it for now, but at some point he would push the conversation.
                       They had wandered quite a ways from the big tree he had stopped at.  He turned the horse around. Pulling himself up behind her, he handed her the reins.
    “Just let the horse do the work.  Enjoy it and guide us back ov er there.” He nodded his head in the direction of the same tree he had led her away from.
                       She gently nudged Marlin and they set off at a slow pace.  With her hands occupied with making sure she didn’t fall and guiding the horse, she couldn’t prevent him from gently rubbing her arms and snuggling up against her back.  By the bulge she could feel pressing against her, she knew he was enjoying the ride as much as she was.
                       Stopping under the tree, he dismounted and helped her down. Holding her a lot closer then was necessary as he slid her down his body.  Stopping to breath in her scent when her breast slid to his face. 
                       As soon as her feet touched the ground, she stepped away from him.  “I think this is moving way to fast.” Was all she could get out between breaths.
                       Tying the reins to a low limb, Ryder turned to her.  “Maybe.”  He reached into the saddle bags and pulled out a blanket, a bottle of wine and two glasses.
                       Walking over, he spread the blanket and set down the bottle and glasses.  He turned and walked purposely towards her. 
                       Holding up her hand, she took a step back.  This was moving way too fast for her.  Sure she wanted it, but she was only beginning to get to know him.  Could she just sleep with someone and not know anything about him?
                        “ Trink darling, you are a very sexually, exciting woman.  It’s time for you to move on.  It’s time for you to think of yourself for once.” She could hear Sam talking to her, just like he was standing there.  She didn’t have time to react to what she was hearing.
                       Ryder didn’t stop.  He continued towards her purposefully.  Like he had a plan and intended to carry it out.  Reaching her, he brushed the strands of hair from her face.               
    “So the way I see it, we can do this one of two ways.  First, you can let me show you what you missed out on at the club, or we can go on having this damn attraction for each other.  I can continue to jack off in the shower and you can continue to meet up with BOB.”  He leaned his head down as his words fell to a whisper, brushing his lips over hers.  “I choose now.”
                       He closed his lips over hers.  She felt his tongue coaxing her mouth opened.  The minute she opened them, his tongue darted in, tasting her.  Teasing her as he played with hers.  Brushing lightly over hers.
                        His mouth began moving