“First?”
“Definitely.”
“Some guys would want to proceed to the trailer and see the horse later.”
“I’m not some guys.”
“No, you certainly aren’t.” He was one of a kind. Leaving him would be the hardest thing she’d ever done.
Chapter Twenty-One
Luis stood back so Jordan could have a private moment with Fudge. Also, he didn’t see any point in putting himself in the picture, literally. Monty’s cameras were cramping his style.
But he wasn’t complaining. His brother had come through in the clutch, offering Jordan’s precious horse a path to recovery.
When they’d walked in, Fudge had been on his feet, dozing with his eyes closed and the hoof of his bandaged right foreleg barely touching the floor. The wrapping still looked secure.
The gelding roused himself to greet Jordan, thrusting his muzzle against her chest and rumbling a soft greeting. Sweet.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he encountered the condom he’d put there. He looked forward to making love with Jordan in her snug little bedroom. It would be fun.
But he’d rather not look too closely at his motivation, which might be more complicated than he was willing to admit. Hell, this entire setup was loaded with significance and he’d just sold her on the idea of keeping it light and breezy.
She probably didn’t believe it any more than he did. But she was stuck here for now because of Fudge, so pretending they’d have a merry old time and part friends was the way to go.
Giving Fudge a last hug, she walked out of the stall, latched the door and walked toward him. “He said to tell you hello.”
“I appreciate that.” He took her hand and headed out of the barn. “How’s he feeling?”
“Much better. He’s relaxed and not anxious anymore. When we picked him up at the stable he was so worried, especially because I wasn’t there. He’s used to having me close by.”
“Naturally. You always are.” Yeah, he envied that animal.
“I guess that’s the flip side of my setup. He depends on having me around.”
“Nothing wrong with that. With your arrangement, you always will be.” They passed her truck and paused at the steps into her living quarters. “Ladies first.”
“I have an idea.” Her voice was breathy.
“I have several.”
“I’ll just bet you do. Let me go in and get undressed. Give me a couple of minutes to get out of your way and then you come in.”
“I don’t mind playing bumper cars.”
“Well, I do.” Giving his hand a squeeze, she hurried up the steps and through the door, leaving it open.
Naturally she minded sharing a cramped space while they undressed. She’d grown up with one sibling instead of seven and cold, distant parents. She must really like him to allow him in that trailer at all.
He counted out the minutes, gave her a few extra seconds and went inside, closing the door behind him. Pretty dark in there. But it made sense that she didn’t want to turn on lights in case someone might be awake and take notice.
He could still smell her shampoo, but the scent was lighter, now. The heady aroma of arousal, his and hers, took center stage, making his nostrils flare and his cock thicken.
The cave-like atmosphere excited him even more than he’d expected. He was clumsy as he peeled off his clothes. Gradually his eyes adjusted enough that he could see the padded bench on one side and the dinette seating on the other.
Leaving his clothes on the bench, he pulled the condom out of his jeans pocket and located the step-up into the bedroom.
A short climb left him in complete darkness. If he let go of the condom he’d never find it again. His breath hitched. “Which side are you on?”
