Richard’s POV
We’re still catching our breath in the tack room, hay sticking to our sweat-slick skin, my knot just starting to soften inside her, when Emma presses a lazy kiss to my jaw.
“I want to watch a movie tonight,” she murmurs, voice husky from screaming. “Just you and me. No interruptions.”
I pull out slow, loving the way she makes at the loss, and tuck myself away. “Nightforge lounge. Eight sharp. I’ll kick everyone out.”
She grins. “Bring popcorn.”
By eight, the lounge is ours alone. I’ve killed every light except the fire and the old projector’s glow. Couches are shoved together into one giant bed, blankets piled high. Emma walks in wearing nothing but my black T-shirt and tiny sleep shorts, barefoot, hair still damp from the quick shower we took together.
I growl the
