My body responded traitorously to his words, heat pooling in my groin. I shifted in the saddle, trying to hide my reaction. “Your father would have me back in prison before sundown if he knew what you were suggesting.”
Ryder laughed, the sound rich and untroubled. “Dad doesn’t need to know everything that happens on this ranch.”
“Easy for you to say,” I countered, anger flaring suddenly. “You’re not the one with everything to lose.”
His smile faltered slightly. “You think I don’t have anything to lose?”
“Not like I do.” I gathered the reins, preparing to ride away. “This isn’t just a job for me. It’s my freedom. And you,” I scoffed. “Well, you’re just a rich boy used to getting what he wants. But I’m not gonna be your plaything.”
Before I could nudge my horse forward, Ryder placed his hand fully on my leg. The touch sent electricity through my body. I don’t think I’d ever gotten hard that fast in my life.
“I saw the way you handled that rope,” he said, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “The control, the precision. I bet you know exactly how to use it for... other things.”
My breath caught. The bastard had figured me out completely. I stared down at him, fighting the urge to grab him by that expensive shirt and pull him up into the saddle with me.
“You don’t know what you’re playing with,” I warned, my voice rough.
His eyes darkened. “Maybe I want to find out.”
I leaned down, close enough that I could smell his cologne, see the faint freckles across his nose. He seemed to gravitate towards me, pulled in by all that pent up frustration I was exuding. But I had him right where I wanted him. Then, with all the softness in the world, I gave him the last answer he ever wanted to hear.
“No.”
With a flick of the reins, I rode off, leaving him breathless, wanting, andhardby the look of his jeans. Maybe that would finally teach him.
Chapter 6
Ryder
“Oh fuck…” I groaned, staring after Connor as he rode back toward the barn. “Fuck, fuck,fuck…”
The words were almost a moan as they left my lips. I reached down, palming my rock-hard cock through my jeans. Goddamn that man did something to me, something I didn’t understand. I wanted him to chase me, to be driven so mad that he couldn’t help but fuck me right there for God and everyone to see. But no matter what I did, I couldn’t get him to take the bait. Not a goddamn thing seemed to work.
And it was driving mefuckingwild.
Before I could reason with myself, I was back on the ATV, heading away from the house to the closest wood line. The vibrations of the machine between my legs did nothing to quell the heat pooling there. It only took thirty seconds before I was surrounded by trees, but it was too long to wait. The moment I was inside the woods I hopped off the ATV, unzipped my pants, and released my aching cock.
I spit into my palm and gripped myself, leaning my shoulder against a thick pine tree. God, I was so fucking hard it hurt. I closed my eyes and immediately saw him, Connor, with those skilled hands working the rope, the complete control in everymovement. The confidence in his body as he sat astride that horse.
“Fuck,” I whispered, stroking myself faster.
My free hand slid down the back of my jeans. I wiggled them lower on my hips and pressed a finger against my hole, teasing myself. The dry friction burned a little, but I didn’t care. I needed something inside me, needed to feel filled while I imagined what Connor could do to me.
What would those calloused hands feel like against my skin? How would that rope feel wrapped around my wrists, my chest, my thighs? I pushed my finger deeper inside myself, gasping at the intrusion. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
I worked my cock harder, pre-cum slicking the way as I thought about Connor pulling me into a barn stall, throwing me against the wall. In my mind, he was furious, having finally pushed past his breaking point by my teasing. He’d pin my wrists above my head with one hand while the other tore open my shirt, exposing my chest to his hungry mouth.
“Please,” I whimpered to the empty forest, adding a second finger inside myself.
I imagined him spinning me around, bending me over a hay bale. He’d use that rope to bind my hands behind my back, leaving me helpless while he yanked my jeans down just enough to expose my ass. He wouldn’t prep me gently. That wasn’t his style. Instead, he’d spit on his fingers and push them inside me roughly, just like I was doing to myself now.
My legs trembled as I fucked myself on my fingers, my other hand a blur on my cock. The fantasy grew more intense. I could hear Connor’s voice in my ear, gruff and demanding as he lined himself up against me.
“This what you wanted, boy?” Fantasy-Connor growled. “This what you’ve been begging for?”
“Yes,” I moaned out loud, not caring if someone heard me. “God, yes.”
In my mind, he pushed into me in one brutal thrust, stretching me open, filling me completely. I curled my fingers inside myself, searching for that spot that would send me over the edge. When I found it, my whole body jolted with pleasure.
