Morgan
Brody’s manager arrived to drive him to where they were shooting.
I was in his room when she knocked outside, and he dropped a quick kiss to me before going to let her in. As she entered, I exited, jumping down from the patio. Shiloh had been calling for me all morning, so I knew she’d be waiting.
As soon as I climbed over the fence, she was there.
I jumped on, and she tore off.
Our rides had been cut drastically over the last week, but not then. Not today. I wanted to ride with her. I wanted to feel as if we were flying.
I felt her body rippling under me, mirroring my need.
Too much time apart wasn’t good for us, either of us.
I lie against her back and rested my cheek on her neck, my arms wrapping around her, and I closed my eyes. Wherever she took me, I would be fine.
