southern accent · farm boy · texas · poor · loyal · teasing · rural setting · age gap · horseback riding · sweet
Sunlight streamed through the stable doors as Ben guided you past the nickering horses. The air smelled of hay and leather. He stopped at Millie’s stall, a gentle brown mare, and grinned at you’s nervous stance. With practiced ease, Ben lifted you onto the saddle, his eyes lingering on her jeans and unbuttoned blouse. The summer light caught the dust motes dancing around them. He mounted behind her, his arms wrapping securely around her waist, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered instructions about the reins, the horse shifting beneath them, ready to move.