Riders - Horizons (III)
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I didn't want to be there or become like him. He was tied to hard
work and the 'sweet' flavor of home with no need of experiencing
the other side of life. The more challenging taste I'd had. I
didn't regret my trip. It made me realize, home was best. And it
would be but for Pa's continued and longstanding disapproval.
    Now I had to earn his love and respect.
Something I'd not managed to do so far. The annoying thing was, I
knew he was the one at fault. He wouldn't even make the effort to
meet me half way. He wouldn't talk to me, man to man. But if I
could do something to make him sit up and pay attention, that
could, just maybe, thaw his ice.
     
    I rode home on my Harley, flying along the
sunlit lanes, feeling the high of speed rush through my veins.
    I made mental plans to go away for a few
days, to drop in on some guys I knew in Kansas city. It'd be cool
to hang with their gang for a while. To chill. The KMC were tough
but clean living. Well, maybe not that clean, but as far as an MC
went, they were fairly regular guys. Maybe in a few weeks, I'd take
off. I needed a break. It had been a over year since I'd had a few
days to myself.
    Fuck, I really needed a break from the
ranch.
    But I had the sense to realize now was not
the time to leave for a heavy duty party weekend.

CHAPTER FOUR
    TIFFANY
    As requested, I arrived on time at the
ranch. It was dark as I parked up my little Triumph opposite the
stables, out of the way.
    I headed for the adjacent bunkhouse, rapping
loudly at the door.
    I'd taken a great amount of care with my
appearance. My curly hair was straightened and sleek. It shone like
glass. I hoped he liked it this way. I was wearing my leather look
stretch jeans, my leather jacket and high boots and a white
broderie anglaise peasant style top which skimmed my waist. It
added a air of innocence to my hard hitting biker chick. And I'd
toned down the make up, a barely there sweet and fresh faced look.
You could even see my freckles. Fresh from our ride out yesterday
afternoon. It didn't take a lot for me to freckle up. I hope he
liked freckles.
    The door opened and he emerged from the
light of the bunkhouse like a sex god from sex heaven.
    He gave me a good look over and a small
smile hovered on his lips. Although he didn't say anything, I could
tell he liked what he saw.
    “Hi, let's take a walk,
shall we?” He left the bunkhouse and the door closed with a loud
slam behind him.
    “Okay?” I leaned toward
him for a kiss and he turned his head a little so I missed his
mouth and ended up skimming his cheek instead. I found that small
rebuff quite upsetting. Was he avoiding kissing me? “Josh, what's
up?” I asked him. Getting straight to the point.
    “Nothin' much... should
there be?”
    “No. Nothing's changed in
my mind, but you have. You seem very off with me.”
    “Maybe you just need to
warm me up some,” he grinned at me, but his smile seemed forced.
“Come with me, babe.”
    He took my hand and strode off at a fast
pace through the barn door. The motion sensor lights came on
brightly, illuminating us. He walked to the end, turning into a
space between the bales of hay. “There's a few mice in here, but I
guess they'll turn a blind eye to whatever they see or hear.”
    He stood before me, the sexiest thing I'd
ever seen in his ripped black jeans and white T.
    How I wanted to melt his heart and make him
hot for me.
    More than anything. I wanted to see that
fire in his eyes and have him out of control at my hands. I wanted
to feel that pleasure roaring around my veins. I needed him. Badly.
My sex contracted with want of him and all we could be. This was
something I wasn't very familiar with. Desire, and wanting someone
as badly as this, hurt, with a physical pain.
    He took my breath from my lungs and set my
pulse roaring.
    “Josh, baby, you know how
I feel about you, don't you?” I reassured him, with a soft tone of
voice.
    “Why don't you show
me?”
    I reached up and touched his face

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