To Lie With Lions: A BBW Shifter Romance (Wolf Rock Shifters Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

the last question as soon as he’d asked. It was, he knew, disrespectful and implied that she was superficial and spoiled.
    “Because all I care about is money, you mean?”
    “No. I…it’s just…some people…”
    Cecile laughed. “Relax, Nash. I’m not like that. I don’t care about those things. It’s complicated is all. There’s a certain amount of pride involved. My dad feels like he’s worked hard to get where he is, and so somehow in all this I’ve become a sort of representation of him. He wants me to be a proper young lady. Fat chance of that.”
    Cecile went quiet then, and for a time she seemed deep in thought. Nash took the opportunity to watch her as she rode. Her seat was confident, and he could see a good deal of evidence that she’d been on horses before. The first clue was always to watch a person’s pelvis; if it moved in rhythm with the horse’s motion, there was a good chance that they knew what they were doing. Her thighs clung to the saddle just enough to hold on should Daisy bolt, but she was relaxed and comfortable.
    If ever a woman wanted to know if she’s sexy while straddling a horse, thought Nash, the answer is an indisputable yes. It was very hard to watch a hot woman put her thighs around something like a leather saddle and not to picture himself under her, being ridden, her pelvis moving into his own, grinding their bodies together. Those hips…
    “Yeah,” he muttered, his mind gone.
    “You’re a million miles away, aren’t you?” asked Cecile, her sly smile returning to her lips.
    “I was just thinking it’s been a long time since I’ve gone riding with anyone.”
    “And?”
    “I really like the company.”

Two
     
     
    During the course of their time together, the two spoke of their childhoods; Nash’s, spent at the ranch learning independence and how to be a protector and Cecile’s. She and her younger sister had spent their youth largely with their mother, who sounded like a kind and patient woman who nevertheless had an independent spirit which she’d imparted to her daughters.
    Cecile’s sister, Estée, had kept in touch with her older sibling during the course of her travels, but not with her father. Whereas Cecile felt a need to stay close to home and to protect Conrad Malcolm in her own way, despite his coldness, Estee had wanted quite desperately to flee and had done it.
    “I envy her,” Cecile had said. “She’s done what I was too afraid to do.”
    “You’ve done what she’s afraid to do, too,” said Nash. “You’ve stayed behind. You look after your father. She ran away, but you performed a duty. That’s not always the easiest thing.”
    Cecile smiled at him then, a warmth lighting her face. His earnest nature filled her with a sort of fondness, as though she’d known him all her life. There was in him all the comfort of a hearth on a winter’s day, and she felt safe and free in his presence, somehow, as though nothing in the world could touch her. Except, in a perfect world, for him.
    The two spoke, laughed and joked as they went. Nash remarked internally that he was unaccustomed to feeling so comfortable with anyone. As a man who enjoyed solitude, he was surprised to discover how much more pleasant the company of a witty, beautiful woman could be.
    They reached the deep valley that Nash was aiming for after a few hours of riding. It dipped between two mountains which flanked his family’s and the neighbours’ properties, and in the summer, the ranch next door’s longhorn cattle would often migrate to the area to graze. It was the most peaceful place that Nash knew, and something that morning had made him want to show it to Cecile.
    “Do you want to dismount for a little?” he asked her as she looked at the view.
    “Sure. Will the horses be all right?”
    “We’ll tie them up for a few minutes.”
    He dismounted first then, holding Daisy’s reins, watched Cecile get down. She was amazingly agile, particularly, he thought, for a