The craving to have him again makes the ten minutes to his rental pass by agonizingly slow. I wait as he backs into the drive before doing the same. He makes no move to ask if I need help, which makes my heart swell. I’ve been driving and backing in trailers since before I could legally drive, something he doesn’t know, but the idea that he assumes I can handle my own is so attractive. As much as I wish I could haul him to bed the second I hop out, I know we’ll have to wait a few minutes, at least until we can get the horses settled.
Dean already has Ghost unloaded and in the small pasture behind the house by the time I’m rounding the back of my trailer. We work in silence, pulling the back open and getting Queen out. A few times I catch his heated stare, those eyes dark and dangerous. My body is still wet and ready for him. Ready for whatever kind of dark he will show me. We lean on the gate for a few minutes side by side, watching Queen and Ghost get acquainted. My phone vibrates in my back pocket, interrupting the quiet around us. “It’s Mallory!” I say, trying to get my trembling hands to answer. My fingers fumble and aftera moment Dean calmly takes the phone from me and hits the speaker. “Mallory!” I cry into the phone, grateful for the fence to hold me up. Fear, anger, rage, pain, everything resurfaces as I try my best to push the memory of finding her on the floor from my mind.
“Hi, babe.” Her voice is calm and it soothes my racing heart.
“How are you? What do you need? I’m coming to visit in the morning!” I rush my words out and am left breathless by the time I stop talking.
Mallory lets out a soft laugh, and I can’t help but wonder where she’s found the strength to laugh. “I’m waiting on some tests to come back, but I’m doing ok. I’d love for you to come visit. They told me I should be released tomorrow evening.”
Instantly, I’m flooded with guilt. I should be with her, not here lusting over Dean. “I’ll come spend the night.” I reach for my phone and start to walk toward my truck.
“Hannah.” Stopping, I look between Dean and my phone. He nods his head in understanding and comes to stand by me, wrapping a comforting arm around my waist. “I’m alright. I’ll be alright. Let Dean take care of you tonight. You need to rest, too.”
“But…” Realization dawns. “Is Kasey with you?” I vaguely remember him jumping in the ambulance before they took off, and I know he wouldn’t leave her unless she really pushed him to. But I saw it in the way they looked at each other tonight. There is something between them.
“Hi, Hannah.” Kasey’s kind rumble of a voice comes over the speaker, and I let out a sigh of relief, my shoulders relaxing and falling against Dean. “I’ve got your girl, don’t you worry. We’ll see you both tomorrow.” There is a hint of a smile in his voice, and any worry I’d been carrying about Mallory fades away.
We say our goodbyes and I promise to visit tomorrow afternoon before she’s released. Dean even chimes in with his best wishes and rolls his eyes when Kasey reminds him that theyare in fact going to be best friends one day. After we disconnect, I turn into Dean’s chest and feel the weight settle back in. The touch of his hand on my back makes me want to crawl into his arms and never leave. “It’ll be alright,” he whispers against my hair, his beard catching on the strands as his lips move.
“I just want to forget it all.” The moment those words leave my lips, the tension from before rises between us, and I feel his arms cage me in tighter.
“I can do that.” His voice hums through me. When I can’t take it any longer, I slip out of his arms and turn towards the door of the house. I don’t get more than five paces before I hear his footsteps eat the distance between us.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask in a fit of laughter as he hauls me over his shoulder and walks the opposite direction towards the barn. The cold night air licks my skin when he flips my skirt over my ass and slaps it,hard.
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The soundof my palm cracking against her skin echoes in the space around us, my boots crunching against the gravel driveway as I take quick strides towards the barn. I knew we’d have a few days between events, and I didn’t want to see that fucking blue dot of hers pacing around inside a hotel for the next week. I want her with me,always. I have no idea where I’m going, but the barn looks new enough and the layout isn’t too hard to navigate. I find what I’m looking for the second I heave open the sliding barn door. Moonlight illuminates the space and floods in from the large windows overhead. Off to the side are a few saddle racks, some empty, some with dusty saddles laying on top of them. Tools are hung neatly on hooks along the wall. The barn smells like hay and freshly cut wood. In the middle of the space is a wood workbench, dangling above is a pulley used to lift bales of hay up into the loft. Smiling, I know exactly what I plan to do.
Hannah gives a startled gasp when I toss her from my shoulder onto a nearby stool, her face red from hanging over my shoulder. Without a word, I slide one of the occupied saddleracks underneath the pulley. Grabbing a cloth from a nearby cupboard to wipe it down, I grab a set of reins off the hooks behind Hannah’s head. I run my tongue over her skin when my chest leans over her. Her eyes follow me around the room, but her mouth stays shut. Those gorgeous, full lips clamped between her teeth.
“Come,” I say with a sharp nod. She obeys, standing on wobbly legs. When she reaches me, I lean into her ear, not missing the way her skin pebbles in anticipation. “The other night,” my tongue darts out and licks the space between her ear and neck, “I worshipped you.” I watch as she swallows. “Tonight.” Running my nose along her delicate skin, I stop at her shoulder, the same place she marked me earlier. “I’m going to fucking dominate you.” I give a dark laugh at the way her eyes cloud over with lust, her body shivering just from our proximity and the heat laced in my promise. Without another word, I kneel down and run my hand up her leg. At just the single touch her legs shake, and she throws her hands back to hold her weight on the saddle behind her. God, she’s gorgeous, only the light from outside illuminating her silhouette.
Her body trembles when my fingers find her sex, sliding easily through her. She rocks back and forth, seeking release. Mesmerized, I watch for a moment as she falls into a rhythm against my hand. I pull back roughly, standing abruptly and spinning her. A whoosh of air escapes her when I push her over the saddle, her ass now pressed firmly against me. I lift her skirt and give her ass a smack, biting back a groan at the way it bounces under my hand, a pink hue overtaking her pale skin.
“You’re mine tonight,” I say on a growl before reaching up and ripping her lace thong at the sides, tucking it in my back pocket. I make quick work of removing the rest of her clothes, her skin already damp with sweat. “Up.” Grabbing her hips and settling her on the saddle, she sucks in a sharp inhale when herpussy makes contact with the cold leather. Pulling her arms up above her head, I loop the leather reins around her wrists. I seal my mouth over hers when she tips her head back and watches my fingers secure her to the pulley above her. She moans into my mouth, attempting to push into me to deepen the kiss. Fuck, I want to so bad, but tonight is all about seeing how far I can push her, how far I can edge her before I give in.
With her hands above her head and her toes dangling inches above the ground, she’s at my mercy. Her body is a sight that will be branded in my mind for the rest of my life. Stretched out, tits bouncing with each heavy sigh. Stepping up behind her, I run my hands over her wild hair, leaning in to take in a lungful of how she smells. My hands trace every inch of her, over the slope of her shoulders, the swell of her tits, the dip of her waist, and the curve of her ass. “Pop that ass up, darlin’.” I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s laced with hunger and need. She lifts her legs up and pushes her ass into the air, her body twisting, arms straining above her. Grabbing her ass in my hands I push her up harder, her gasp turning into a whimper of pleasure when I run my fingers between them. I play with her clit, sliding a knuckle into her pussy before pulling her arousal back to her ass. She shifts back against me when I circle her entrance.
“Ever had someone take you from back here?” She shakes her head quickly. “We’ll change that soon enough.” I tease her with a few more circles before slapping her ass. She sways forward with a sob before sliding back into my waiting hands. “You like that, don’t you?” Pulling her into me I play with her nipples, sucking on her ears.
“Yes, Daddy,” she purrs.
“You wanna ride my cock, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
My dick swells at her pet name. “Show me how you’d do it.” I release my hold on her and take a step back, grabbing the rope tothe pulley in both hands. Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, but they don’t hold an ounce of embarrassment or hesitation. My baby bites her lip and gives me a wicked look before slowly working her hips back and forth over the worn leather.
Her eyes slip closed, chasing her high. In one quick stride I’m next to her, gripping her chin in my hand. “Eyes on me, darlin’. Always on me.” Her nod is slow, languid, her hips continuing to drench the saddle between her toned thighs. I watch as her muscles flex with each movement, the sound of her moans quicken. Her body trembles, hips moving faster, her hair flying around her. And just as she’s about to run off the edge, I pull the rope, lifting her swiftly off the saddle. Her body continues to rock back and forth for a moment before she tosses her head back in defeat and looks back at me. Slowly, I lower her back down. The moment her hips rest against the saddle, she lets out a breathy moan. Her hair falls down her back, almost reaching the brown leather beneath her.
The barn fills with her soft cries as she slips back into pace, rolling herself against the saddle. I can smell her from my place a few steps away, my body vibrating with a need so primal to have her. But I keep my feet glued to the spot, my hands gripping the rope so tightly my knuckles have gone white. “I’m so close,” she whimpers, then groans as I lift her off the wet leather again, her legs shaking with the need to get herself off. Holding the rope tightly so she stays suspended in the air, I walk over to her, trailing one hand over her skin as I circle her.
“Breathe, baby,” I whisper against her hip as I pass by. Her lips part and she takes a shaky breath. “You’re doing so good for me.” This time, I lean in against her breast and pull her peaked nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around it and coat it before releasing it, slowly lowering her back down. Hannah hesitates for a moment, sitting still with her thighs gripping the sides of the saddle tightly. Giving her a nod, she licks her lipsbefore cautiously rocking her hips forward and back. Her eyes never leave mine, and this time I can’t walk away. I let the rope slip from my hands, then reach down and pop the button on my jeans. Her big brown eyes drift down to watch while I pull myself out. The head throbs with the need to be inside her, leaking precum into my palm. Together, we match each other. Stride for stride. Stroke for stroke.
The sight of her is enough to make me cum right there in my hand. Her body makes wet sounds and I let out a string of curses, and a moment later, her cries of pleasure fill the dusty barn. They sound so sweet my mind goes blank, its sole purpose to memorize the way she sounds. Her body hangs limp against the saddle. Her tits jiggle with her heavy breathing. With my clean hand, I untie her from the reins and maneuver her to lean back over the soaked leather, her head resting against the workbench. With my cum coated hand, I paint my release over her stomach and trail my fingers between her legs. Her swollen clit glistens with her own release.
Those deep, brown eyes watch me with complete confidence, and I don’t look away as I push two fingers inside her shoving my cum in with them. I feel her tighten around me, another climax winding tighter and tighter. Her eyes roll back, and she tucks that bottom lip between her teeth. When I pull out of her, those eyes light with fire when they snap to mine, her face etched with irritation. “Use your words, darlin’.”
