Pawliday Love

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

GRAYSON

I looked over at my father sitting there as calm as usual, gazing out the window of a rented SUV.

“Have you heard anything since yesterday?” he asked, glancing back at me.

“Not one word. I am sure its been taken care of. You’ll die young if you don’t stop concerning yourself with the business, Dad. You are on vacation. Try to enjoy it a little.”

Colorado was beautiful this time of year and warmer than Connecticut. The snow was still falling back home, but here, the weather seemed to be warming by the minute.

Pierce found a shortcut down an extremely winding road. He should’ve thought about Jacob, the kid, sitting in between my father and I before he made that fucking turn onto this road, however.

My thirteen-year-old nephew had turned ten goddamn shades of green beside me. I didn’t believe I’d ever seen such colors on a kid besides the ones I beat the hell out of in high school years ago.

As if stuck behind a shit-smelling horse trailer on a two-lane road going about fifty-five wasn’t enough, add a sick kid to the mix.

Pierce should have backed away, yet he didn’t. The man was a damn good bodyguard, but too impatient at times.

Pierce made his move to pass the truck. I caught him eyeing the driver as he raised his hand to wave.

My father did a double take toward the truck when we neared the side of it. “It's a fucking woman,” he blurted. “Figured it would be.”

“Dad, what is that supposed to mean?” I asked, looking over my right shoulder to get a glimpse of the driver, which was easy because the window was halfway down.

I’d just seen the most incredible creature Colorado had to offer in the cab of the truck.

I did a double take.

Her long blonde hair was down and whipped in the wind. I pictured myself taming her as I held her long hair in my grasp. “She was actually going over the speed limit but being careful because of the trailer.”

“Don't let your dick speak for you, Grady. Most females can't drive worth a shit.” My father laughed.

“Looks like she can handle it to me,” I replied as I turned forward to see Jacob suddenly grab his mouth. “Fuck! Pierce how much further do we have? This youngster needs out of this car.”

“The map is saying this is it.” He gestured to the long white-wood fence. “Another block and we’ll be turning down the driveway to the ranch.”

I hadn’t really been surveying our surroundings. I was more worried about Jacob throwing up. Then the pretty blonde took priority.

As the ranch came more into view and then turned onto the paved driveway, I took in the scenery fully. A huge, wrought iron sign that read, Hagard's Ranch. Pierce drove what felt like a mile until we reached the large, white, ranch style home.

The car finally halted. I stepped out quickly to let Jacob exit. The poor kid hurled three times in the nearby grass.

Collecting Jacob, my father and I walked up to a guy that looked to be my father's age, maybe early sixties. Two other males walked out of the house as well.

The older gentleman introduced himself as Kenneth Hagard. He then said, as he gestured to the others stepping up next to him, “These are two of my sons, Ian and Nathan. Is this the young man that needs lessons today?”

“Yes,” my father, Clint, replied. “He's a little ill at the moment but should be able to ride here shortly after his stomach calms down.”

“A lot of people say our roads back here are a bit uneasy on the stomach.” Ian nodded.

“Nathan, go grab a few waters for these guys. It'll help Junior's queasiness,” Kenneth ordered.

“My name isn't Junior. It's Jacob,” he sassed.

“Well then, Jacob, since you're feeling better, let’s get you started with a few basic skills for riding today. Your dad,” he nods my way, “can come with your grandfather and me to fill out forms.”

Jacob glared at me. He knew I wasn't his dad.

“Wait. He's going riding without us present?” I asked shocked.

“No, of course not, sir. He's only going to look at the horses and go over a few rules that we enforce here,” Kenneth replied. He spun and spoke with Ian, “Where's Dani?”

“Putting away the mare we just drove in with. I still need to unload the truck, but that can wait for a few.”

Ah shit, that couldn’t be the same two people Pierce cut off, right?

Since Jacob and I look enough alike to be father and son, I messed his hair and said, “Go on, son, have fun.”

Again, he glared at me and I just grinned.

Kenneth pulled out his cell and started to text. His phone buzzed within seconds. He checked it, then tucked it back into his shirt pocket.

A few minutes later, a young guy in his early twenties appeared. He had walked in the direction of the stables. As he approached us, his right hand raked through his blonde hair.

“Where's Dani, Kent?” Kenneth asked the guy. He seemed to be growing aggravated.

“Around the corner. Dani was right behind me, sir. I have a few things to take care of in town,” Kent said.

He started walking away, but then he looked toward the house. I glanced to see what he was gawking at.

I saw her .

“Fuck,” I muttered.

She couldn't be any taller than five- four. Her curly blonde hair with high lights, raised up in a ponytail, bounced with each of her steps. Her jeans fitted fucking perfect, hugging her thighs in an eye-drawing way. She wore a white, long-sleeved shirt partly unbuttoned and dark brown boots.

“There you are, young lady. What the heck were you doing? We've been waiting,” Kenneth asked sternly.

“Good morning to you too, Daddy. I was settling Tilly in her area. She's ready when you are.”

“You have a beginner. Take him back while we settle up with paperwork. We’ll go find you after the signatures are done.”

“Okay,” she replied, looking at the three of us. “Who do I have the pleasure of riding with today?”

Well, damn, I wanted her riding me.

“This guy here.” I tagged Jacob's shoulder. “Have fun, Jacob.”

I know I would.

“Come, Jacob. We’re going to go look at the horses and pick out two for you and me to ride.” She glanced briefly over her shoulder at me and continued, “He's in good hands, sir.”

“I have no doubts.” I couldn't think of anything else to say. I hoped I didn't sound like an idiot.

I didn't have a girlfriend any longer. I’d just broken up with Stacy.

I think it may be time for a little fun. I wondered how rough that pretty, little blonde liked it.

I eyed Jacob walking away with the blonde-haired beauty. I watched as the ponytail swung from side to side on her back, then my eyes went straight to her ass.

My father cleared his throat, so I turned to him. He nodded toward Kenneth, who had started walking in the direction of the house.

I wiped a hand down my face and followed the two men.

We stepped into the foyer and were directed to an office to the left. Their home was elegant, pristine with mostly white marble flooring. In his office, he had bookshelves and photographs throughout. The first photos were of five boys and one girl, all fairly young. Then another caught my attention. It was one of all six of them with him. In this one, Danny was placed dead center in front of her father.

On the wall behind Kenneth was a painting that hung. It was of a woman next to him with the five boys and his daughter. It couldn't have been more than about three years old, or so it looked. It just had a newer look to it.

Kenneth caught me browsing and explained, “This was my wife and I with our children. She passed away. I had this painting done a few years back to keep her a part of our family.”

“Sorry for your loss. She was beautiful.”

“Thank you. Dani looks a lot like her mother.”

“I agree, sir.” I felt like a moron. I just pictured his daughter riding my cock.

He began with the terms of Jacob riding followed by the rules and regulations. When he asked for a signature, he slid the forms to me. “Please sign here and here. Also, today's date.”

“Dad, that would be you,” I said, pushing the paperwork to my father.

“You're not Jacob's father?” the man across from us asked.

“No, sir, his uncle. But we get this all the time. My brother and I favor each other.”

“I see,” he said, smiling. “Nothing wrong with that. I have four grandchildren from my oldest son. Two of which, look like my second to the oldest, Ian.”

After the terms were signed by my father, we all stood. I was eager to join Jacob and his sweet little riding coach. I was first out of the office. My father and Kenneth lagged behind to talk.

Exiting the house, we were guided toward the stables and a large open area. Jacob was standing next to a horse brushing it down with Dani. He was smiling and talking with her as we approached them. I do believe the kid was smitten with her.

“Okay, he's all set for a ride, Dani, if you're ready,” Kenneth instructed her.

“Ready, Jacob? Let's get you riding.” She helped him up in the saddle once it was buckled, then started unbuttoning her shirt.

What the fuck was she doing?

I guess living with only her brothers and father she felt comfortable to remove her clothing in front of men.

I couldn't help myself. I fucking studied every move she made. One damn antagonizing button after another was being undone.

Lucky fucking shirt!

Her white bra was peeking out under the straps. I would have put money down on a bet that it was silk.

After making sure Jacob was secured, she climbed on the other horse like she owned the damn beast. She leaned in, rubbed the neck of the horse, then whispered something that no one could hear. Her hand slowly grazed his smooth coat, followed by a pat. With the horses hooked together, her and Jacob, road away from us.

What a fucking vision.

It was sinfully delicious.

God must have been teasing me and laughing as I stared at an angel.

I turned my head to the right briefly, and saw, what's his name walking toward us, Kent. He had a small, white, plastic bag in his left hand. He stood to my right and leaned over the fence. Maybe he should’ve double bagged his package.

My blood started to boil. It was obvious they were dating. He couldn't be more than eighteen. Then taking such careless chances here around his boss. What a fucking dick. It was like he didn't care. I wouldn't have been so disrespectful displaying condoms out for my girl's father to see.

Ian stepped near us and nodded to Kent. “You're done with my sister. If I find out you've touched her again, I'll hog tie you and take a fucking horse crop to your ass. Then, maybe leave you in the fields for a twenty-four-hour period. Do you understand, boy?”

“Really, Ian, it's none of your business. Back off, man,” Kent retorted.

“You can't provide for her, Kent, and you know that.”

“Ian, you have no idea what I can do for her or of my finances.”

“Actually, I do. That's what PIs are for. Now, stay away from her. You've been warned.”

Ian backed away and nodded at me before he walked off.

Kent muttered, “Prick.”

Again, I pretend not to hear anything.

Roughly an hour had gone by before we saw Jacob and Dani returning. My eyes drew to her breasts, bouncing as she rode the animal. My dick twitched from seeing her. She would look beautiful bouncing on my cock while I held those breasts firmly in my hands. I cleared my head so my semi hard-on could subside.

As they made their way over to us, she called out, “He's not a bad rider. Anyone else wanna try? Maybe his dad?”

I glanced over at my father and nodded his way, as if to tell him to go on and ride. He replied, “I'm the grandfather and no thank you, young lady. My back won't allow me today.”

“I was actually talking about the guy next to you, but sorry to hear you can't.” Then she pointed at me. “Want to ride? I'll take it easy on you.” There was an innocent smile playing on her lips.

I glanced over at Kenneth. “Do you mind?”

“Do you know how to ride a horse?”

“That I do, sir, that I do.”

We had a few horses back home. I didn’t ride as often as I should.

With a nod from her father, I crossed the gate and approached her and Jacob.

“Where do you want me?” I asked. Her face flushed slightly.

Ah, I believe she liked me a little.

“Take Jacob's horse. She's gentle for a first timer.”

“She's not my first. But I'll ride her, if you insist.” Again, the beauty sitting in the saddle flushed. I helped Jacob down and pulled my jacket off, then handed it to him. I shifted my shirt over my gun before I climbed on the mare. “How far are we going?”

“Follow me. Let's see what you’ve got.” Just then, she turned the horse and trotted off.

Taking one more glance at the men watching us, I nodded and trotted off after her. I stayed behind her purposely, so I could watch her ass bounce in the saddle.

When she peered over her shoulder, I snapped out of my daydream, then paced at her side. I glanced behind us after a beat and couldn't see the men any longer.

“So how old is Jacob?” she slowed, asking.

“Thirteen,” I replied.

“What are you, like twenty, what?” she questioned a little confused. It was time to tell her he wasn't my kid.

“I'm actually thirty-six.” I smirked slightly.

“Then he's your....”

“My nephew. My older brother's son. What kinda name is Danny for a girl anyway?” It was my turn to ask a question.

She giggled, making my heart thump an extra beat in my chest. “It's actually Daniella and Dani is spelled with an I, not a Y. What's your name?”

I let her name simmer on my tongue for a bit, then responded, “Grayson Vasler, but everyone calls me Grady.”

“Nice.” Her top lip curled upward just slightly in that cute, flirtatious way.

She trotted further along, and I followed closely until we came to a pond. Dani dismounted the animal effortlessly. The horse went straight to the water for a drink.

I swung off the horse I was on, then watched the mare walk over next to the other. I assumed it was fairly routine for the animals due to the way they acted.

I went to the pond, squatted, and splashed my face, letting some of the water drain down my shirt. The temperature had gotten a bit warmer, so the water was welcoming, cool and refreshing.