His cock surged inside me, and the pulse as he began to erupt pushed me over the edge.
I came, spilling over my hand and his chest, clenching around him as if I’d never let him go. Orgasm rocked my whole body. Every nerve, every synapse. I didn’t recognise the noise I made, and I didn’t care. I fell forwards, landing in a heap on Cole’s chest. His arms came around me, and he held me tight with trembling arms.
“I love you, Toby. Don’t ever worry that you won’t be enough.”
* * *
Cole
Toby’s phone woke me. It buzzed with a call, then a message flashed up on the screen.
Joe:come find me when ur free, wanna give you something
I was curious—and nosy—enough to wake Toby up, despite wanting to keep him in bed forever so I could fuck him over and over again. My wildest fantasies hadn’t done him justice. He was fucking glorious, and I loved him.
Toby frowned at his phone. “What’s he on about?”
“Beats me. It’s not your birthday.”
Toby snorted. “I doubt it’s a present. He’s probably going to bollock me for not brushing the cream girl down, but she doesn’t like it. She’s ticklish.”
“A ticklish horse?”
“It’s a thing.”
I wasn’t about to argue. I helped him up and into the shower. Washed his hair and held him under the hot spray. Part of me resented Joe for bursting our bubble, but my more rational side was grateful for the intervention. I’d fucked Toby hard, and he’d ridden me harder. He was gonna be sore.
We dried off, dressed, and sought out Joe in the yard.
He was sitting on an upturned bucket by the last two stalls in the block.
“Hey, you gave her a name.” Toby pointed to the board outside the dark horse Joe had ridden at the beach.Reniewas scrawled in blue chalk. “Does that mean she’s staying?”
“Yup.” Joe stood and rubbed the horse’s nose. “Harry says I need to ride to keep out of trouble, and we can afford to keep a couple of able nags these days.”
“A couple?”
Joe nodded and shot me a rapid glance. He held out the board in his hand. “Yeah, I figured you might want to take the other one on as your own. Give her a name and all that.”
Toby blinked. “What?”
Joe came closer and pressed the board into Toby’s hands. “I was just going to give you a raise, but then these girls came along and I realised you and me ain’t that different, though I definitely shout more. You need to ride, Tobes, and you’ve never had a horse of your own. We’ve never had the room to put that right before, but we have now, thanks to you.”
“Thanks to Harry, you mean. He pays the bills round here.”
“I’m not talking about money. But whatever. Just don’t call her something stupid, okay? I’m still fucking fuming with Angelo for calling that donkey Muffincheeks.”
Joe walked away, leaving Toby to me. I took the board from his hands and tugged him closer to the cream horse’s stall. I hadn’t paid her much attention till now, but she had kind eyes, framed by huge lashes, and she sniffed my outstretched hand with her soft nose.
“She’s pretty. What are you going to call her?”
“Blossom,” Toby said without a breath of hesitation. “I’ve been calling her that all along.”
“Premonition?”
“Maybe.”
He spoke quietly, the way I often did when I was talking about him when he wasn’t around. As if shouting would wake me up to the world I’d lived in without him.
