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anything he could do about it. There was no way he’d be able to get anywhere close to relaxed.
    “You want a pony?” Hunter smirked, dismounting and grabbing hold of the foot strap. “Come on. I’ll help ya.”
    Casey obeyed.
    Hunter crouched down to rub the horse’s legs and looked up at Casey from his tilted cowboy hat, nothing but his blue eyes showing. His heart skipped a beat, or twelve.
    “Do it,” he instructed, “Spread your legs.”
    He wished Hunter was talking about something else by how hot he looked , but did what he was told anyway.
    “Mount from the left, get off from the right,” he said.
    His strong hand spanked Casey’s thigh , then traced from the horse’s neck to her mouth. “Good boy.”
    Electricity shot up Casey’s body. The feel of a man slapping his side turned him on more than he thought it would, but he ignored it. It’d been months since he and McDermott had had sex , and even with the heartache, there was a part of him that just wanted to get fucked; to lose himself in passionate, mind-numbing, sweat-dripping sex under the control of a powerful and brooding man like Hunter.
    “But I don’t know how,” Casey managed to say. His body and mind were both a tangle of emotion and varying degrees of frustration. He was wound so tight ly he was afraid he’d explode before the day was done.
    Then Hunter mounted his horse and flashed him a smile with a wink . “Just do what you’re told. And you’ll be fine.”
     
     
     
     
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    CHAPTER 8
     
     
    I t wasn’t just the wind that carried him, but the bumps along the trail. Casey wiped sweat from his brow and looked over the expanse. It was gorgeous. The never ending hills of grass led to a rustling creek below. The waves splashed against the rocks, making the surroundings even more serene. While the air was still chilly, the sun was warm, shining down brightly from a clear blue sky. It was like nothing Casey had seen in the city.
    Hunter was right. The horse knew what it was doing as she followed Hunter’s lead.
    “She dumped ya, didn’t she?” Hunter asked.
    “Huh?” Casey asked.
    Casey didn’t know how to explain. And he wasn’t about to out himself. He couldn’t afford to get kicked out of another house for being gay. Yet he was tired of lying to the world about who he was and fed up with feeling ashamed.
    “Oh, that,” Casey said, not looking at him.
    “Me too,” Hunter said, biting his inner cheek so hard it nearly bled. He could almost taste it. He regretted saying it almost as soon as the words left his mouth. He never talked about her .
    “Yeah?” Casey asked, surprised by Hunter’s blunt confession.
    “Yep.” He smacked his lips together to signal the horse to move. “Hurts like a bitch.”
    Before Casey could ask more, Hunter dug his boot onto the horse’s side to push them onward. He led them down a steep trail, covered in rocky tundra and terrain. The wind howled.
    “Shit,” Casey said, pulling back on the reins.
    “Just stay on the horse,” Hunter teased.
    “I’m trying.”
    Hunter chuckled as he and his horse led them into a more level area.
    “See that creek over there?” Hunter asked.
    Casey squinted through the chilly air. “There?”
    “Yeah, race you to it.”
    “Are you out of your mind?”
    “Maybe just a little,” Hunter smirked. He tossed his hair back and guided his horse toward the water. “Just hold on.”
    Before Casey could protest, Hunter slapped Dollie so hard on the rump that the horse took off. He held on tight, white -knuckled and short of breath with his eyes pinned shut. “Jesus, Mary, Mother of God, please don’t let me fall off!”
    As he slowly cracked open his eyes, the wind rushing against his cheeks began to relax him. He let himself feel the air and the warmth of the sun, focused on that rather than the fear that wanted to creep in, and the enjoyment began to seep through his veins. He’d never known how many thigh muscles it took