Ride It

Chapter 27

Beatrice's POV

"Be careful out there, alright?"

"Of course."

"Don't push Snow too hard either."

"I know."

"If you feel like something is off, stop the race immediately."

"Yes."

"I want you to win, but I don't want you to risk injuring yourself in the process."

"I hear ya."

"You just started feeling better as well."

"Bea." Bentley grabs my hands as I fuss with his hair, and kisses each palm. "Calm down. I'll be fine. I'm more excited about what'll happen after the race."

I frown, my eyes scanning his face for any signs of the sickness he had just a few days ago. After he broke down that day we visited Jason's house, he got sick and was bedridden.

The race was just around the corner, and we thought he wouldn't be able to participate like he wanted to, but he pulled through and got better two days ago. I've been fussing over him ever since, doing the best I can to make sure he's well taken care of. At first, I thought he'd think I was too clingy, but soon enough, I found out that he loved the attention. He's a big baby.

"C'mon, lose that frown. I'm really fine." He reassures me, tapping my nose.

I blow out a breath and nod, forcing myself to relax. "If you say so."

I look over at the window when I hear the loud cheers in the background. I can't help but marvel. "We can hear everything from way up here. It must be a lot of people."

Bentley nods and adjusts his riding gloves. "It's your first time, right? Don't be shocked when you see how many people actually attend. This is one of the hugest events in town. The only thing our town prides itself on. No one does it like us."

I smile at the proud sound of his voice as I collect his hat off the bed. "I'm glad I'm finally attending it, then. I'll be rooting for you."

"I'll win."

I place the hat on his head and lean up to give him a quick peck on his lips. "Go on, cowboy. Ride it hard." I wink and pull away, giggling.

Bentley's eyes light up. "Did I teach you that?"

I tilt my head innocently. "Teach me what?"

He springs into action and grabs me before I can realize what's happening. I squeal when I'm suddenly lifted into the air. My legs quickly hook onto his waist as I wrap my arms around his neck.

He slams our lips together in a searing kiss that leaves my stomach rolling. I squeeze him to me and close my eyes as our tongues partake in this battle of lust. I gasp as he pulls away and starts trailing kisses along my neck, leaving a warmth that shocks my system and causes my pussy to cry out for relief.

"Did I teach you how to make dirty jokes, sweetheart?" He murmurs against my skin, walking us over until my back touches the wall. His hand kneads my exposed thigh.

I squeeze my eyes shut to control myself.

"You can't be late to your race, Bentley."

He continues to pester my neck, no doubt leaving hickeys behind. "Mm, I know."

I smile and pat his head. "Don't worry. If you win this race, I'll have a special prize waiting for you tonight."

I'm not sure I'll be able to pull it off, but I sure as hell will try. He's done so much for me already. I want to return the favor. It took a lot out of me to approach Pheobe, only for her to spread it to the other women. When Rebecca came to find me, I was mortified... but I can't deny that her tips seemed helpful enough.