A warmth blooms in my chest as I watch him enter each of their stalls in turn, greet them politely, and offer them a few carrots. He gets a little bolder with each horse he meets, and the triumphant smile he gives when he’s finished wraps round my core and settles deep within me. I’m unable to move as he walks back down the line, repeating their names as if he’s trying to memorise them. Each of the horses flick their ears, listening to him. I’m not sure if I’m seeing some sort of magic, but it’s like they’re in his thrall. He joins me again with Chispa, where he pulls the last few carrots from the bag and offers them to her.
“There you go, sweetheart. I saved you some,” he coos to her and strokes her neck.
Did he just call her sweetheart? In answer to my silent question she blows a breath across his hand.
“That tickles.” He giggles softly, and I can’t take my eyes off him as he strokes her nose. He turns to look at me, the expression he had for Chispa still on his face, and it takes my breath away. I know I said it wasn’t going to happen again, but my resolve can be damned. I don’t want to be on my own tonight. I want to stave off the loneliness for another day. I can wallow in that when I’m in England. But for now I want Simon. Warm, sweet, cute, and sexy Simon. I also know the price for that. I step closer to him and put my arms round his waist, and I watch as his breath hitches. My earlier unease is no longer present. In its place is a rightness I’ve never felt before. He looks up at me, and my world narrows to watching him run his tongue across his soft, plump, dark-pink lips like nothing else exists. I’m in his thrall too. As my mouth connects with his, my last shred of resistance dissolves. I deepen the kiss, needing more from him. He gives it to me, opening his mouth and melting against my body. A fire ignites inside me so hot it threatens to consume me, and right now I don’t care.
CHAPTER NINE
SIMON
“I want you, Simon,” Andrés whispers in my ear as he breaks the kiss. His accent is thick and dark like the finest molasses, and my toes curl at the way he says my name, drawing the “mon” out longer than normal.
“I’m yours,” I whisper back. I know he’s talking about sex and so am I, as this will all end in a couple of days, but there’s an undercurrent of something much more corporeal. I don’t know if he feels it too. I push it aside as there’s no point dwelling on it now, or ever. He takes my hand and pulls me along with him as we walk out of the barn and back towards the hotel. I’m glad for the strong grip he has on my hand as that kiss weakened my knees and I’m sure I’d stumble if it weren’t for him. My plan worked better than I expected; I hadn’t even started it really. The carrots were a way of trying to get a third hookup, the kissing was supposed to come later. I never expected to like horses so much, though—well, his horses, as they’re the only ones I’ve met. But seeing them calm and content after all the speed and actionthey were in the middle of during the game earlier, I have a new appreciation of them. Even without a hookup, I enjoyed talking to them and feeding them carrots.
Andrés drops my hand as we reach the entrance to the foyer. I misstep and he grabs my elbow to steady me. I curse under my breath.
“Sorry, you said you would get into trouble if anyone saw us,” he says with a look of concern in his eyes, and I can’t be mad at him that he remembered that when I’d forgotten.
“Yes, and thanks. I’ll be alright.” I nod at him and he releases me again.
I follow him into the building, a couple of paces behind, and make my way to the elevator, trying hard not to look like we’re together. There are a couple of people in the elevator, so I stand in a separate corner and don’t look at Andrés. Thankfully they get off on the floor below, and when the doors close behind them Andrés gives me a wink, which flips my insides out.
Once through the door to his suite I relax more and take off my coat and shoes. Andrés pulls off his boots and shrugs off his coat. Then, just as he did on the previous nights, he starts a playlist on his phone. Again classical, but with a different tone.
“Do you have to be up early? Four thirty?” He raises his eyebrows with the question and gives me a smirk, teasing me about my lie from last time.
“Actually, I have the day off tomorrow. I have a meeting mid-morning, but other than that I’m not working.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” he says while walking over to me. He cups a hand round my arse and pulls me close, grindinga little so I can feel how hard he is. My cock strains against my trousers, enjoying the friction. “Do you have any plans for your day off?”
“I was hoping you might wreck me so much I can’t sit down for a week,” I say, and watch with delight as his eyes darken and he gives a little growl that sends shivers down my spine.
“Would you like a drink?” he asks, suddenly pulling away and walking to the mini bar.
“Yeah, sure.” I gulp as my cock complains at the loss of contact.
He pulls out a bottle of champagne and sets out a couple of glasses. As he deftly pops the cork I can see it’s an expensive brand.
“We’re drinking two hundred dollar champagne?” I blurt out in surprise.
“It was in the room and I’m not paying.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, pouring the fizz.
“You’re not?” My curiosity is piqued as to why he’s staying in such a luxurious suite.
“No,” he says, handing me a glass. “Gabriel is, but I don’t want to talk about him. I want to drink with you and think about everything I’m going to do to your beautiful body.” He clinks his glass against mine and downs the drink in one long gulp.
He walks back to the bar, and as he pours himself another I swallow down my glassful and join him so he can refill mine too. He doesn’t pick up his glass straight away, instead he takes mine off me and sets it down. He starts to unbutton my shirt, and as I go to tug at his, he moves his body away out of my reach.
“Let me do this for you,” he whispers, and I stay still, letting my arms drop by my side. He pulls my shirt halfway down my arms, trapping them in place as he kisses across my collarbone and down my shoulder. He bends further and licks my left nipple, and I stretch a little as it feels good. He takes the hard nub in his mouth, sucking hard, and I hum. He repeats the same to the right side, and I take a deep breath, enjoying the attention on my chest. He dips his fingers in his glass and drips the liquid onto my nipples. He again licks and sucks, this time biting down, and I groan as the twin sensations of pain and pleasure light up every cell in my body.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
“Yes,” I croak, my body desperate for his touch again. He does it again, and this time I cry out as he bites me, arching into him. He licks back up my chest and pulls back slightly to look at me.
“You’ll tell me to stop if you need to, won’t you?” A flicker of concern crosses his dark brow.
“I will,” I reassure him, and he bends his head and kisses the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder. He pulls my shirt down and I wriggle my arms free. I roll my shoulders a couple of times to ease them.
