“Ain't that the truth,” replied Jim, earning himself a sharp smack to his shoulder from Tasha who immediately figured her husband was enjoying the double entendre of Travis' comment far too much.
Abby laughed, as did Travis before saying, “I have to shoot, but thank you. I've had a blast and Tash, let me know if I can help.”
Tasha nodded and thanked him whereas Jim was just irritated to know that whatever was wrong with his wife Travis was aware of it when he wasn't.
“We should get going too, we have agreed to have dinner with Bria and Martin for no reason I fully understand, but we'll see you for yours and Bobby's birthday I guess.” Smiled Abby, reminding Tasha that the last year had gone by in a flash.
“You bet,” replied Jim as Tasha hugged Lexi and said something he didn't hear but it must have been something sweet judging by his niece's huge grin.
“Hey, baby.” Jim pulled Tasha to him as they were left alone.
“Hey. You're home early.” She smiled up at him, wrapped her arms around his neck and prepared to tease his lips with her own. “I would have forgone this ride had I known you were knocking off early. Maybe I could have swapped my ride for a ride.” She grinned, making Jim grin back. “Is Connor okay?” She suddenly panicked as she reached for her phone that was securely tucked in her pocket, fearful that she may have missed a call.
“He’s fine,” reassured Jim, pulling her arms back around his neck. “When I left he was fast asleep having drained his milk from the bottle and Sandra was watching him.”
“He took the bottle? He doesn't really like it.” Her voice betrayed her feelings of guilt and concern.
“Tasha, baby, he will get used to it. He'll have to because he can't be attached to your breasts forever. That's my job.”
A laugh left Tasha's lips but her eyes were still preoccupied.
“Oh, and he took the bottle okay from me once I'd coaxed him a little. I think he knows that when you’re trying to give him a bottle you're holding out on him, but he was fine. So, did you have a good ride? On horseback?” he clarified teasingly.
“Yeah, it was nice, although I still can't walk past that stable without blushing.” She grinned and flushed red as she referred to their first trip down to the stables.
“Oh, honey. I would really, really like to have that stable made into a national monument. You were so fucking hot that day, in every possible way,” he said hoarsely.
“James.” Her voice became a husky whisper as he pushed the loose tendrils of hair from her face.
“Yes, baby. What do you want?” Jim knew exactly what she wanted. What they both wanted.
“You. I need you, now.” With her arms tightening around his neck she wound her legs around his hips.
“And we both know I’m incapable of denying you what you need, honey.” Jim was already striding towards the back of the stable block with only one destination and goal in mind.
“Where are we going?” Tasha clung to her husband tightly, unsure what they would look like to any of the stable staff who might see them, although, the staff were used to seeing them together, clearly in love and incapable of getting enough of each other, so maybe they wouldn’t give them a second glance.
“Here.” He placed her on her feet directly in front of him and ushered her through a doorway to a wooden building, almost barn-like.
Nervously, Tasha walked through the door and immediately saw that this was a storage facility, horse feeds mainly. Jim took her hand again and led her through to the back of the building to a set of wooden steps.
“Up there, Mrs Maybury.” A firm slap was delivered across her behind as encouragement and confirmation that she should start climbing the ladder.
“What for?” she whispered nervously, making Jim laugh against her ear as he leaned in to tease her with a nuzzle.
“You need me and I always need you, baby, so I thought we should make some time for a roll in the hay as the stables seem a little busy today.”
“When you put it like that.” Tasha scooted up the steps, giggling, until she was in the roof that was a real-life hay loft complete with endless bales of hay. “Are we playing cowboys then, James? Rolling around in the barn?”
“You bet we are, Natasha. Assuming playing cowboys involves you losing the trousers and me being inside you in five minutes flat.”
“Why have we never played this before?” Tasha had already kicked off her boots and was unfastening her trousers.
“We're playing it now.”
Jim’s tone was gruff and dominant, just the way she liked him, as he threw his shirt down next to Tasha's boots and trousers before adding his own. She could already feel hot dampness swelling between her thighs when he reached across for her arm and grabbed Tasha's wrist. He pulled her to him then kissed her, but without any gentleness. It was a passionate kiss, so ferocious it almost left Tasha gasping for breath. Unsure how it happened they were suddenly lying on the floor, on the hay and although it was hard, prickly and sticking in unbelievably sensitive places it somehow added to the experience, emphasising her desperation and she was now beyond desperate. Her legs were splayed as Jim settled over her and between them.
“God, I fucking love you, baby,” he moaned as one hand reached behind her to release her breasts from the designer nursing bra in a bright pink lace fabric she was wearing. “These really need not to go off if we have any hope of getting back home without everyone knowing you've enticed me up here.” Jim grinned as he lowered his mouth towards one nipple that he grazed with his teeth.
