“Not yet, but one day. Maybe you can stay here on the weekends. I want to have as much time with you as I can get,” I admit, raking my fingertips down her chest, over her stomach, until I’m diving my fingers between her wet lips.
She gasps and takes a step back. I lick my bottom lip and gnaw on it slightly. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is, I’ll ravage the life out of her. I bend down until my lips are barely grazing against hers. Intensity grows between us, and as much as I want to tease her, I can’t. I crush my lips down onto hers, and she moans into my mouth.
Our kiss intensifies quickly, but it’s no different than any other time. We fit together flawlessly. I wish we would’ve crossed the line of friendship so long ago. Why we waited this long is insane to me. Fuck, this was underneath the surface the entire time, just waiting to be released.
“I need you now, Keenan, please,” she tells me as she breaks our kiss, looking at me with longing in her eyes.
“Shite, turn around.” My cock is hard as a rock, and Delilah turns around. I take her hands and place them on the tile wall. She arches her back, and her ass presses further against my cock. I release her hands and place my hands on her hips. Her pussy glistens in the light, and I want to savor her, but fuck, I want to annihilate this perfect pussy she has.
I waste no time making my cock disappear between her glistening folds. She moans, and I spot her scratching her nails against the tile. Holding onto her hips firmly, I go to town. I slam my cock against her pussy over and over again until she’s right on the edge of release, and when she gets there, I bring my hand around to the front. I love toying with her clit because she acts like my own personal slut, and I want her begging for me. She does, just like most times. Delilah tries to bite back her moans of pleasure, but I don’t let her. I keep ramming my cock into her until her tight pussy convulses around me and her screams echo through the bathroom, and most likely, the house.
Once we’re done, we both shower and clean ourselves up. We get dressed and head downstairs to enjoy some much needed breakfast. Hell, we both need to replenish the calories we burned off upstairs a bit ago. Delilah had oatmeal with fresh fruit and coffee, while I opted for eggs, bacon, and coffee.
“Are you ready for the surprise I have planned?” I ask Delilah as she takes the last sip of her coffee.
She shrugs, but I already know the answer. She isn’t someone who likes surprises. “Do I need to change for this?”
She’s wearing some clothes she borrowed from Keeva, which is a basic sweatshirt and some leggings. She should be fine in those, but she needs to put her boots on and borrow a jacket from Keeva too. “Yeah, just need your boots and a heavier jacket. You can borrow one from Keeva, right?”
Keeva just happens to be walking through the dining area and nods. “Sure thing. Oh, I have a really cute one that’ll look awesome on you. Be right back!” Keeva rushes off, and Delilah’s left shaking her head.
“I hate that I have to borrow things from your sister. I have more than enough clothes at my flat.”
“I know you do, but borrowing things is only going to be for the day. I’ll take you shopping later, remember?” I remind her.
“Fine, but you don’t need to be taking me shopping at all.”
“As much as you’re opposed to it, I’m still going to. Just sit back and enjoy being spoiled.”
Delilah rolls her eyes, but I figured she would. Keeva comes back in and in her arms is a mustard-colored jacket. “This should do, and it’ll look awesome with your eyes and hair.” Keeva hands it over to Delilah.
“Thanks, Keeva. I really appreciate you letting me borrow some clothes,” Delilah tells my sister.
Keeva waves her hand in a dismissive manner. “Oh, it’s nothing.” And she heads off into the kitchen to see what the staff has whipped up.
I rise from my chair, and Delilah follows suit, slides her jacket on, and walks with me toward the door. She puts on her boots, and I put on my own, plus grab my jacket from the closet. Since we’re staying on the property, we don’t need anyone to be in the SUV with us. I grab onto Delilah’s hand, and we walk out the door.
We both go to the SUV, I get behind the driver’s wheel, and Delilah sits beside me. After I start the vehicle up, I throw it in reverse and head off toward the back of the property. On the property, tucked away behind the cover of some trees, is a six-stall barn. I saw split-post fencing after we first moved here, but I didn’t think there would be animals here as well. However, I was sorely mistaken. It took Liam explaining to me that the family is avid equestrians. Though he had to tell me we’re not the up-tight kind, and that there’s a vast difference between our family and other Irish equestrians.
“Wait, is that a . . .” Delilah stops speaking as we get closer, and I cackle beside her.
“It is, and it’s the surprise. I figured it would help take some stress off your mind.” I pull up beside the barn and park the vehicle. Both Delilah and I get out at the same time, but as I round the SUV, I find she’s nowhere in sight. The barn door’s open, so I head on in. Sure enough, I find her smiling lovingly at the oldest horse here.
“Her name is Marigold. My cousin told me about her, or her story, I suppose.” I speak up, and Delilah doesn’t stop staring at the bay-colored thoroughbred.
“What is it?”
“She was born in 1999 and won the Kentucky Derby in 2004. After the Kentucky Derby, she was used for breeding, and by the time she was ten, she was sold to a private buyer. The buyer kept her for six years, and then she ended up at an auction.”
“An auction?” Delilah only now breaks her gaze from the horse to look at me.
“Yeah. They’re commonly done in the United States, from what he’s told me. They auction off horses from private buyers, whoever pays the most gets the horse. Liam told me he and his father have agents who go to some of these auctions and bid on the horses that need some TLC. Marigold happened to be one of them. She had a fetlock injury at the time he bought her, which is why she only sold for two-hundred and fifty United States dollars. They deemed she was pretty much worthless.”
“I highly doubt that,” Delilah comments, looking back at Marigold. The old thoroughbred nuzzles her lips against Delilah’s hand. Meanwhile, Delilah laughs from the sudden movement. I’ve had it done to me since being here, and it does feel quite weird, like a fatty tickle, I suppose.
“This, this right here is why I wanted to bring you today,” I tell her as I approach her and Marigold.
“Thank you. She’s helping me not think about work, and I need that so badly right now.” Delilah runs her hand against the bridge of Marigold’s face, and the horse whinnies at her. “Do you know the stories about the others too?”
