Page 30 of Don't Fall For Your Brother's Best Friend

Fast.

Hard.

Oww.

My foot slips in something wet, and I land flat on my back. “What the…” my question slips out as I feel something slick down my back.

Griffin’s eyes are horrified as he moves quickly to dismount and rush over to where I’m still lying in the grass. He makes quick work of securing the horses, and he reaches out his hand.

“I think I landed in poo,” I tell him, wondering how my horse could have taken a dump so quickly before I even got off his back.

“I think you slipped in it too.”

I take his hand, and he helps me up. “Umm,” I say, trying to look at my ass to see how bad it is. “I feel it all over my arms.”

Griffin laughs as he looks at me. “You have it everywhere. It’s in your hair.” He points to my hair. “Get in the water.”

“What?” I ask him, looking mortified. This is the worst thing that could possibly happen to me. It’s bad enough I’m covered in poo, but to have Griffin here makes it ten times worse. “Your clothes look spared, just a bit on your shirt. Maybe a bit around your ankle on your jeans.” He cracks a smile. “But your hair and face.”

I swat my hand along my forehead. “My face?” I question, smearing more of the shit all over me.

Griffin laughs harder. “I don’t mean to laugh,” he says. “But it’s all over you.”

My hand is covered, and I take it and run it over Griffin’s arm.

He stops laughing instantly. “You did not just do that.” He stares at his arm like it’s got the plague.

Now I’m smiling, backing away from him. “Don’t hurt me,” I say, rushing away from him.

He chases after me. “Anya, oh I’m definitely getting you back for this.”

I hold up my hands. “Don’t get any closer,” I say, using my poo-covered hands as weapons.

“You’re disgusting,” he says through a laugh.

I glance over at the watering hole. There’s really only one thing left to do. “Turn around,” I tell him.

He stares at me, obviously confused. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to take off my clothes and get in the water. You should wash your arm off too.”

Griffin’s eyes darken as he studies me. I probably look disgusting with horse poop all over me, but he doesn’t stare at me like I am. “All of your clothes?”

“I’ll leave my underwear and bra on. Just like a bikini,” I say, parking a hand on my hip. “Are you going to turn around, or do I have to get undressed in front of you,” I challenge him.

He spins around so fast, ripping his shirt off. “I’ll wash my arm off,” he says, moving closer to the water.

I unzip my jeans, and fling my shirt off, trying my best not to get them dirtier than they already are. I can’t believe this is happening.

I’m in nothing but my hot pink bra and panties, and I move closer to the water, hoping Griffin doesn’t turn around.

But kind of wanting him to.

Chapter 10

Griffin

My arm has horse shit on it. I should be gagging, but instead, I’m on my knees washing it in the lake trying to keep myself distracted from looking at a nearly naked Anya.