He’d been jumpy and nervous when she’d pulled him out of his stall and saddled him up. He needed to run and she needed the wind in her hair and to get away from the house and the two men she feared she was falling for. By the time Thunder reached the creek with the pool, they were both breathing hard and ready for a rest. She reined in the big horse beside the clear pool and slipped from the saddle. Thunderclouds had gathered in the west and pushed up a long line of storms headed her way, which suited her mood. She’d hoped the ride would settle her thoughts, make her decisions easier and get her over the heartache building like the storm. It hadn’t. Coming to the place where she’d first experienced an orgasm with Trent didn’t help. She could only imagine him here, lying naked on the rock ledge, maybe with Isaac floating in the pool. Her core heated, blood running like molten-hot liquid through her veins. The image of both of them, naked and beautiful, dappled by sunlight through the overhanging trees had her breathing hard and wishing with all her heart they were there.
