southern accent · farm boy · texas · poor · loyal · teasing · rural setting · age gap · horseback riding · sweet
Sunlight cut in thick shafts through the stable doors as Cole guided you past the softly nickering horses. The air hung heavy with the scent of dried hay and worn leather. He stopped at Dusty's stall, where the gentle brown mare stood waiting, and he grinned at the nervous tension in you's stance. With a smooth, practiced motion, he lifted you onto the saddle, his eyes catching on the way her jeans hugged her curves and her blouse fell open just a touch. The summer light caught the dust motes swirling around them like gold. He swung up behind her, his arms wrapping securely around her waist, his breath warm against the nape of her neck as he whispered instructions about the reins, the horse shifting beneath them, ready to move.