was nothing to be ashamed about. She had been little pesky Cass when he was a boy, but now they were both adults, and everything had changed.
He acted on his urge before he could chicken out and removed his hand from the saddle horn. He wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his palm against the soft, warm skin of her abdomen. She smirked at him over her shoulder and slowed Gobie down to a fast walk. For a moment Billy worried she had slowed down to tell him to take his hands off of her, but to his surprise, she pushed back further in the saddle so that her bottom was flush against his crotch. He inhaled sharply as he scrambled to think about something else, anything else besides the feel of her against his most intimate parts.
She directed Gobie to the small stream that cut through the meadow and carefully dismounted.
“Enjoy the ride?” she asked him with a devilish grin. From his vantage point atop the horse, Billy had a clear view of the top of her creamy breasts, and the red paisley bra holding them. He cleared his throat and forced his eyes elsewhere, to a tree in the distance.
“I suppose.” No, this was not the pesky Cass he grew up with. This Cass was all woman, and bold in a way he found disarming. She knew what she wanted and she no longer had to whine to try to get it.
“Relax, Billy, I won’t bite,” she joked. He stared at her dumbly. “Aren’t you coming down off of there?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” He slid off Gobie and stood awkwardly beside her in the grass.
“So,” she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger as she spoke, “I hope Melanie didn’t bore you to death today. I swear, she’s worse than my mother sometimes!”
Billy’s mouth fell open in surprise and he rushed to defend her. “She wasn’t boring at all; we had a nice ride, actually.”
Cass just shrugged. “I heard you two had gone out riding, and I decided to come recue you. Aren’t you glad I did?” She winked at him boldly.
Billy considered his options quickly. Any other time, in any other place, a hot young thing like her coming onto him would have been well received. He’d wine and dine her, sleep with her, then toss her to the side. It wouldn’t be his original intention, but once he conquered her and realized she had little going for her to keep him interested besides her looks, his attention would wane quickly. But that wasn’t an option here. This was Cass, and this was the Haffner ranch.
“I’m not a little girl anymore, Billy.” She pouted prettily and he cursed himself for noticing how good her plump lips looked when she did it. “I turned twenty a few months back.”
He nodded but didn’t answer her. What was he supposed to say to that? This blonde bombshell was making it very hard to resist her. She was sex in a pair of cowboy boots, and now she had announced that she was old enough for him to sleep with. He shifted nervously from foot to foot, his eyes downcast as his heart hammered in his chest. It was a horrible thing, being torn between his growing lust for Cass, and his desire to respect the Haffner family.
“Cass, I…”
“What? Do you have a girlfriend you left behind or something?” She narrowed her eyes at him as she waited for his reply.
“No, it’s not that. I…I just don’t think we should get involved with each other like that. I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” He tried to let her down gently, and prayed his expression didn’t reflect how conflicted he felt inside about it.
She laughed at his awkwardness, though not unkindly. “ Who said anything about a relationship? Why, Billy Forester, you’re not a fourteen-year-old boy anymore, and I’m not a seven-year-old-girl. We’re both adults here. There’s nothing wrong with a little tryst between two consulting adults, now is there?”
“Cass,” he sighed as he removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair with frustration. “You’re a beautiful woman; you really are. I’m pretty