Tuff Enough by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2021-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Tuff liked her.

Oh, he liked her. He had moments of terror, like this one right now, when she was lookin’ up at him with those pretty soft brown eyes, staring at his lips, waiting for him to answer her question.

Half of him wanted to shut down and stop growing closer. Half of him wanted to draw her in, show her what he was, and dare her to leave. Or perhaps dare her to stay.

“What is bucking like?” he asked, repeating her question.

She looked so damn pretty out here with the snow around them, the bare trees behind her, the horses nuzzling their way through the snow looking for shoots of grass. Silly critters had hay in the other pasture and the gate was still open, but they seemed happy to be with them.

Luna gave off nothing but easy, good vibrations that lulled his wolf into watching silently instead of writhing uncomfortably inside of him like he usually did.

Peace.

This was peace.

Luna brought his restless soul peace.

He thought clearer if he walked, so Tuff grabbed Luna’s mitten-clad hand and aimed toward the fence line where the sun was rising. “I think I was supposed to be born a bird shifter. Or maybe just a bird,” he told her. “When I was a kid, I used to fantasize about what it would be like to go on a plane and look down at the earth from way up there. My dad was bucking each season and he brought me and my momma along. I watched him buck, but that wasn’t my fate. I wasn’t born a bull. I got my mom’s wolf. My dad wasn’t disappointed even for a second. He went straight to training me to ride. One summer, after me begging him, my dad booked a flight for just me and him. He took me to Jackson Hole. Ain’t much there, he just wanted to do a dude trip with me. Later, my mom told me he’d just wanted an excuse to take me on a plane like I’d been begging. He let me sit by the window, and every time I looked back at him, he was grinning…just watching me like fathers do. I probably said a thousand words about the damn clouds underneath us that day. It was different than I thought though. I guess I wasn’t as interested in the world beneath me. I was attracted to the idea of flying. Of being in the air.”

Luna squeezed his hand. “I like your wolf.” He was already so infatuated with the thicker tune of her voice. The careful way she curved her mouth around words she couldn’t hear. God, he loved the way she sounded. Luna was unlike any woman he’d ever met.

“I like being the wolf too. At least now I do. When I started training on bucking broncos? Well…” He shrugged. “When I’m on their backs, it’s like flying.”

Her attention lifted from his lips to his eyes, and he loved every damn emotion he saw there. He’d made sense to her.

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