Chapters (36)
- Cover
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- Bishop Brothers World suggested reading order
- Bishop Family Tree
- Quote
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- EPILOGUE
- BONUS EPILOGUE
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I shrug again because I don’t have her confidence when it comes to this stuff. “I’m not sure how my parents and sister would feel about me joining their thing. Though I’ve thought about renting out Kaitlyn’s Arabian stallion show horses for extra cash.”
Hadleigh cracks up. “She’d kill you. But seriously, it’s a good idea. Why not vocalize them?”
I blow out a breath and put the brush in the bucket. “I’ve thought about it. Dozens of times.”
“You’re scared of rejection,” she confirms.
“Just drop it, Hads. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“Not happening. This isn’t the Knox I know. You’re loud and demanding, and you make sure everyone knows who you are. Why is this any different?”
“Perhaps you don’t know everything about me.”
“Yeah, I’m startin’ to figure that out.” She sets her brush down, then stares at me.
“I’m going to walk Sailor to his stall and wash up. You wanna wait for me?” I ask, hoping she says yes.
“Sure, I’ll put the supplies back for you.”
Once Sailor’s settled, I lock his gate, then scrub my hands in the sink.
As I make my way to Hadleigh, my thoughts go wild of Hadleigh with Kane tonight. I’m dying to know if Kane touched her like I’ve touched her. I shouldn’t fucking care, but hell, it’s eating me up inside.
I find her in the tack room organizing things. She turns around with a small smile.
“Did he make a move on you?” I blurt out.
Hadleigh licks her lips, taunting me with every stroke of her sweet tongue. Then she places her hands on her hips.
“What if he did? What’re you gonna do about it?”
The corner of my lips curls up in a snarl. “Does he know you touched yourself the other night to thoughts of me?”
“No, just like he doesn’t know I had to fake it with you.”
I step forward, caging her against a saddle stand. With my palms on both sides of her, I lean in close. “You really think I’m gonna believe that after the way you moaned and begged for it?”
“I was begging for an orgasm…” She tilts up her chin. “You just didn’t deliver.”
I chuckle under my breath at how hard she’s trying to push my buttons, and goddamn, it’s working.
“You and I both know you’re full of shit.” I move my lips to her ear, feeling her shiver. “Just like we both know the only reason you’re wet right now is because of me. You want my tongue in that cunt of yours again, don’t you?”
Her breathing picks up, and she’s instantly under my spell. I tease my fingers along the top of her jeans before sliding underneath her panties.