Redeeming Justice by Suzanne Halliday Page B

asking about Meghan, not the damn horse!”
    Patting Zeus on the head he asked Brody to take her back to the house and get her
     settled. “I’ve got something to take care of here.”
     

     
    “Gus, that was fantastic!” Meghan cried as she swung her leg over the horse and eased
     out of the saddle. “Can I ride her again?”
    Gus smiled and laughed. “Of course you can. She likes you, I can tell.”
    “Really?” Meghan asked. “I think she’s wonderful.” Rubbing her hand up and down the
     beautiful sorrel-colored horse’s neck, she giggled softly when Sasha‘s muzzle pushed
     against her face.
    It was the affectionate moment between horse and rider, which Alex commented on when
     he strode into the barn. “Made a friend have you?” he chuckled as he came upon them.
    Meghan’s head shot up at the sound of Alex’s voice and greeted him with a broad smile
     that wrapped neatly around his heart.
    “Oh Alex! It was awesome. She’s such a sweetie. Thank you so much for letting me ride
     her.”
    “Don’t thank me. It was old Gus over there,” he said as the horse master quietly led
     the quarter horse away for a good brushing and something to eat. “He knows better
     than anyone how to match a rider and a horse, but I’m delighted you enjoyed yourself.”
    As she walked toward him she made the cutest face. “Uh oh.”
    “What?” he asked.
    “My butt’s sore. Or maybe it’s my thighs. I can’t quite tell yet.”
    She slapped her hands on both spots to brush off some dirt and in doing so did this
     sexy shimmy of her hips that sucked all the oxygen out of his body. Alex struggled
     to stay standing while his dick got so hard, so fast he almost dropped to his knees.
     It didn’t help that he wanted to slowly slide her jeans down over her ass and get
     her naked from the waist down so he could bend her over and fuck her hard and fast.
     So hard that she really would be sore afterward.
    Apparently, the oxygen deprivation also robbed him of coherent words. “Uh. Yeah. Um, uh - want to walk or sit down?” Jesus Christ, he sounded like a twelve-year-old
     struggling to talk to a pretty girl.
    She looked at him as though he had half a screw loose, then shook her head like she
     was clearing her thoughts. “Believe it or not, I’d like to sit on something soft that
     doesn’t move for a little bit.”
    He wanted to offer his lap but had the smarts not to be such an ass. That didn’t mean
     however that he didn’t have an equally great idea.
    “C’mon Calamity Jane,” he said smiling as he held out his hand to her. “Let me introduce
     you to the comfort to be found on a bale of hay.”
    She grabbed onto his hand without hesitation, causing an explosion like fireworks
     to fly into his shoulder when they touched. Maybe the hay bale wasn’t such a good
     idea if they were going to create sparks every time they came in contact. He could
     just imagine the whole place burning to the ground from the heat they created.
    “Did you know horses don’t burp?”
    “What?” he laughed good-naturedly. “Sounds like something Gus made up.”
    “Oh no!” she assured him. “I looked it up on Google.”
    “For real?”
    She squeezed his hand and leaned closer, telling him in a serious mock whisper, “It’s
     a teacher thing. I Google just about everything.”
    He led her to the rear of the stable, near the tack room where a stall was piled with
     hay bales. Grabbing a horse blanket he threw it over a two bale stack at the foot
     of a much higher stack and invited her to sit down. It was almost like a hay couch
     made just for them.
    “Comfortable?” he asked her as she wiggled that majestic ass of hers until she found
     the perfect spot. When she was settled, she patted the empty space at her side for
     him to join her. He practically dove on top of her right then and there.
    The minute he sat beside her she raised her legs up straight and giggled. “Look! I’ve
     got cowboy boots! Lacey leant