With no intention of doing the same, Kelly slipped her feet into her boots, not giving a damn how ridiculous she looked.

The heavy clomp of her footfalls gave her away as she closed in on Lucy.

Lucy’s head whipped around. Her surprised expression gave way to amusement when her gaze dropped to Kelly’s feet.

“Laugh all you like.” Kelly slapped Lucy on the butt as she sped by. “I like baked potatoes.”

“Roast, not baked.” A pebble hit Kelly square in the back.

Rather than react, a wicked smile spread across Kelly’s face. Lucy would pay for that.

Chapter 21

Refreshed after a quick dip in the river, Kelly piggybacked Lucy from the water’s edge back to their makeshift blanket. The feel of her wet body plastered to Kelly’s back was exquisite torture. Kelly wasn’t strong enough to carry Lucy for long, but she also never wanted to put her down.

The squelch of her feet in her boots made Kelly rethink her wisdom. In her haste to outdo Lucy, she hadn’t taken a towel to the riverside.

Once she made it back to their clothes, and towel, Kelly lowered Lucy to her feet.

A frown creased Lucy’s forehead. Fairly certain she knew why, Kelly bit back a smile.

“How am I supposed to dry these?” Lucy plucked at her wet bra, and snapped the waistband of her briefs. The worry line morphed into a grin. “Or are we going to live dangerously and ride home commando?”

As much as Lucy would love that, Kelly had other plans. If she didn’t, she would’ve told Lucy to pack her bikini as well when she’d texted Lucy to bring jeans.

“Sorry, I have a hard rule about appropriate clothing for riding. Looks like we’ll have to spread them out to dry.” Kelly pointed to a fallen log a few feet away. “We shouldn’t have to wait for long.”

Although it was no longer unbearably hot, the afternoon sun still held plenty of heat.

“And how do you propose we pass the time, Kelly?” Lucy cocked her head, a sexy smile on her face.

“That’s Miss Kel, to you.” Kelly slipped her proverbial domme hat on. “And, I do believe I owe you a punishment.”

A spark of desire flashed in Lucy’s eyes. “What for?” She narrowed her gaze.

A jolt of arousal shot through Kelly when her fingers connected with the rope she’d stashed at the bottom of her backpack.

She stood and addressed Lucy. “Did you, or did you not, toss a stone at my back? And don’t even think about lying to me, young lady.”

Like a perfect submissive, Lucy bit her lip and lowered her gaze. “It was a pebble, Miss Kel.”