Our relations officer traveled constantly, rubbing elbows and giving out gifts that kept everyone happy. He probably spent more time in the saddle than all of us combined.
I closed my eyes and shifted in my seat.
The raw lust that had flooded through my tether with Quinn when she’d been in the Lawsons’ saddle was maddening. How could his mere presence turn her on like that? My knowledge felt intrusive, like overhearing something private, but I couldn’t look away.
I focused hard on the space between my horse’s ears as my cock, fully aware it was about to take a beating in the saddle, stiffened painfully.
Her questions and Cayden’s anger finally shattered the tension, enough that I wasn’t one wrong step away from snapping my favorite bit clean off.
The real problem wasn’t the ride down; it was the ride back up, when she sat with me.
It wasn’t the Lawson at all, but the saddle. If I sat wrong, I crushed my dick. Not fun. Quinn didn’t have that problem. Lucky her.
My options had been limited:
Tell her to roll her hips back and sit correctly.
Ignore the sensations radiating from her, making my own dick hard as a rock.
Help her get the release her body craved.
I was still planning on teaching her how to sit correctly, but there was no way in hell I could ignore her, bouncing between my legs.
With my horse’s next step, I moved with her, and her pleasure surged. Holy hell, I’d never felt anything like that. Not that I had much experience in the bedroom department; I usually had to guess based on my partner’s reactions. I was a big guy, in every sense of the word. The last thing I wanted was to hurt instead of please.
But I didn’t hurt Quinn. I knew exactly what I was doing. Her physical responses literally sang in my chest, and I knew exactly what she needed. She had become my sole focus. I shifted until her ass cheeks rested on me at the perfect angle. I wanted nothing more than to feel her skin under my fingers, but this wasn’t about me.
I increased the speed of my horse just enough that his steps pranced, giving us more motion, before I added pressure. Quinn’s surprise turned into unease as she realized it wasn’t just the horse anymore.
I’d been prepared to stop.
I’d been ready to walk the rest of the way to give her space if she asked.
But she didn’t.
She wiggled her ass farther into my lap, and that was all I needed.
She became my world. Her climax almost made me lose it myself.
It wasn’t until I was back in my dorm, coming down from the hardest release of my life, that Angela crossed my mind.
Post-nut clarity was a bitch.
I should’ve left tonight. Angela’s contract had my family covered. But I couldn’t walk away from the Architect. He gave me purpose. I owed him.
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. This was a onetime lust haze. I wasn’t falling for the adorable redhead with eyes from the past.
