Hunting their Virgin: A Virgin and Billionaires Reverse Harem Romance (Hunted by Billionaires Book 3) by Ryan Ramsay

Author:Ryan Ramsay [Ramsay, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Matt

The gentle strokes of my palm calm the beast. The brown soft hair falls gently upon my wrist as I comb through her smooth frame.

She moves her head and nudges my chin with it. Appreciation. I smile back and nuzzle into her silky black skin. Her wide eyes turn to me, watching me as I take care of her. Annabelle is my favorite amongst the mares in my stables, and she neighs in agreement.

It is a sunny Monday, the first that I’ve seen in quite a while. Winter approaches, and here in Mayfair County all that’s left to do in such times is ready the horses and tighten the hay bags. It will be a long one, I reckon. There are a few clicks on my side.

Chandler, my number one at the track three years ago, hoofs at the wooden barrier, perhaps to grab my attention. I smile and lean over to pat him on the bridged nose. He huffs and calms.

“So, I say we go big. I’m gonna take her hot air ballooning with a tea tray and a picnic basket,” Chad is saying, on the video screen through which I’m conferencing with the guys.

He always has the brightest, if not the most brazen, ideas known to man. Maybe it’s why he’s got a bigger bank account. He holds a BLT the size of two fists in his wide hands and licks at the dripping chicken patty juice trickling innocently down his wrist.

From this distance I can tell he’s been busy. There is an easel in his backdrop, covered up by thick canvas. His elbows have scrubs of yellow and blue paint. He smiles and raises his brow.

“I can’t imagine the cold up there, man. Can you?”

I can’t help but feel a tad jealous of that idea. Imagine the kiss with the peaky rays of the sun warming her cheeks, her hands on my chest, with my fingers sliding lower and slower with each passing brush of the lip—

“I might book the Eiffel Tower for a night and a half and have dinner there,” offers Dick.

He stands a good distance away from his camera. He’s in his office. The tools hang high up on the wall, and an almost orange but closely yellow light adorns his weekly-sometimes-monthly creations. Wooden stacks of faceless but soon-to-be mannequins and cowboys and horses and skyscrapers and plane models and tables and stools and chairs and beds linger heavily in his backdrop.

He is in a tee, a tie by his shoulder right above his bicep— tight. In his hands is his next creation. But he hides it just under the screen, so it looks like he’s getting his rocks off. By now I’m used to this. He has his own way of telling us things.

“Now that’s a proper idea,” says Chad.

He turns to me.

“Or does His Majesty think the crown not worthy of His man’s taking?”

Cheeky. I laugh it off.

“I’m just saying, guys. Amy is not your regular kind of girl. She’s not

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