DreameNovelChapter 62 Chapter 62 Aden We spend the rest of the day at the stables. I leave her alone, going around to visit the other horses under my care, checking in with the grooms and the manager to ensure that everything is running smoothly. When the trainer arrives, I point him in Brooklyn's direction.
Half an hour later, I'm pleased to see Brooklyn leading her saddled horse to the riding area.
I lean against the door of the barn, watching at a distance as the trainer runs Brooklyn through the basics of riding, showing her the horse's gaits on a long lead while Brooklyn is still on the ground.
It's a special thrill, though, when I watch Brooklyn put on her velvet helmet and lead her horse over to the mounting block.
The joy on her face when she sits astride Heathcliff's back for the first time—a little chill runs down my spine, and a strange sensation, a feeling comes over me.
I realize, uncomfortably, that I'm happy.
Last night, in the car, seeing Brooklyn shake like that-the shock, the trauma in every muscle-it was one of the worst feelings of my life.
I frown, thinking of it now, of my extrreaction to Brooklyn's physical danger.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI'm the Mafia King, for heaven's sake, and furthermore, I have Alpha blood.
I lead powerful humans and wolves...I shouldn't be this torn up over a little girl.
It's not like I haven't lost people to this business before, haven't put loved ones on the line on an almost- daily basis.
So what is it about this girl that makesabsolutely terrified at the thought of her in danger, or in pain? I grit my teeth, uncomfortable with the answer to this question.
I know that I want her on a physical level. God, every day I'm confronted with that horrible fact.
But this other feeling, this... protectiveness.
I shake my head, unwilling to delve into whatever it means just yet.
Instead, I stand up straight from his spot at the stall door and walk towards the riding ring.
The lesson is coming to a close, the instructor talking eagerly to Brooklyn, who smiles down at him from her place on the gelding's back.
When I lean against the ring's fence, the trainer givesan assuring nod.
"She's a natural!" he says, resting a comfortable hand on Brooklyn's knee.
I glare at his touch, and the trainer, grimacing a little, quickly removes his hand. Brooklyn doesn't seem to notice.
"See!" she says to me, instead. "I told you I had a natural seat!" "I didn't doubt you for a minute," I say simply, giving the trainer a stern look.
Knowing how I am, the trainer says a gracious goodbye to Brooklyn, promising to see her again next time, and then heads back to the barn.
"He's really nice," Brooklyn says, nudging Heathcliff so that he walks over my way.
"Or maybe you just like anyone who gives you compliments," I joke, reaching out a hand to stroke Heathcliff's neck.
When I'm met with silence, I raise my gaze to Brooklyn, who is staring atin shock. "What?" I ask, confused. "A joke!" Brooklyn laughs. "Aden Kenwood made a joke!" I laugh with her, perhaps a little surprised myself. "Don't get used to it," I mutter. "It's not a common Occurrence." "No kidding," she says in response, smiling indulgently at me.
"You enjoyed it?" I ask, trying to change the subject and nodding towards the ring.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Yes," she says. "Can I cback tomorrow?" I nod, pleased. "Cdown now," I say gesturing towards her. "Heathcliff has earned his rest." "Um," she says, biting her lip, suddenly concerned. "He didn't...teach me...how to get down." I duck under the rail of the fence, coming close to Brooklyn's left side.
"Feet out of the stirrups," I say, and she obeys.
I put up spotter. "Now.ds towards her like a "Now just swing your right leg over the back of the horse and slip down to the ground." belongs to en.kikistor and "What!?" she says, appalled. "You just wantto jump down!?" I cross my arms in front of my chest. "Well, you can always stay up there forever if you want." Brooklyn givesa dirty look.
"I'll catch you," I promise. "Con, let's go." I uncross my arms and reach toward her again.
Brooklyn takes a deep breath, swinging her leg back over the horse.
She falters, and I catch her by the waist, letting her fall back againstinstead of sliding her body down against the saddle.
As I lower her slowly to the ground, Brooklyn puts her hands on top of mine for balance, her back running down the length of my chest and stomach before her boots hit the dirt I breathe in her smell, closing my eyes.
She's intoxicating, and she lights both my human and wolf sides on fire.
"Thanks," Brooklyn breathes, not turning back to look at me, and I'm glad she doesht Glad she can't see the look of pure desire on my face. I clench my jaw, trying to get ahold of myself, waiting for her to step back.
But she doesn't move.
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