“I’m going to put my guitar away. I’ll meet you at the drink station.” Everest took a few steps, then looked over his shoulder. “Do you think she’s coming?”
I didn’t have to risk revealing my concern because her door opened and she stepped outside. She’d put on a lightweight jacket.
“Here we go,” she said, looking to me for guidance.
“Mind helping her on, Atlas?”
He grumbled and I was pleased as fuck that he was going to help her onto my back until it occurred to me that he might pull a fast one and find a way to get her on his own back.
But he didn’t. He played it cool. Everest and I gave him a lot of shit for being controlling, but he was a good guy.
More importantly, my entire focus became consumed by Penny’s hands gripping my shoulders, followed by her legs wrapping around my waist, and her body pressing into my back.
I reached behind and slid one hand under her bottom, steadying her.
Fuck. This was torture and sure as shit wasn’t going to work.
Sliding my arm free, I pulled one of her hands onto my chest and then the other before hooking my hands around her legs.
“Lean in and hold on. You’re safe with me.”
Chapter Nine
Penny
Wrapping your arms around someone’s neck and your legs around their waist, hanging on for dear life didn’t seem like an ideal way to move from point A to point B, but I took a bite.
My world was forever changed as my breasts flattened against Phoenix’s back, my nipples wildly sensitive with the forced contact.
And the thought of spreading my legs so wide seemed crass, even though I was wearing leggings.
With each step Phoenix took toward the drink station, my body rubbed against him, and with my hips angled just right, the pressure repeatedly stroked my clit. It had to be wrong to get yourself off using another person without their permission.
Guilt plagued me, which was saying a lot since an orgasm was building inside of me.
I rocked my hips back to stop pleasuring myself at Phoenix’s expense. How embarrassed would he be if he found out what I was doing? I had a vibrator back in my cabin for orgasms. I didn’t need to ask for piggyback rides to get off. Then a thought occurred to me…. Was that why other people were getting piggyback rides… for orgasms? That wasn’t likely.
Maybe the Ranch was a little too magical. Feelings of warmth cloaked me and the tightness low in my belly coiled hard. Oh my gosh. No! I rocked my hips back again.
No having orgasms on people without their permission. Was that even part of normal relationship contracts? Was that a potential kink? I wouldn’t call it unlocked yet, as I had earlier in the cafeteria while watching the feeding, but I tucked it away in my brain.
Despite being considered weird my entire life, I wasn’t the kind of weird that would infringe on someone else. Mostly it just meant I retreated into my own world.
So why was I hanging on to Phoenix’s back?
The Ranch setting with its lack of judgment and expectations relieved a lot of tension for me.
As we stopped at the drink station, thick hands wrapped around my waist, causing me to grip Phoenix tightly.
He responded by protectively tightening his hold on me. “You okay?”
I looked over my shoulder and saw Atlas. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Atlas smiled. “I was going to help you get off.”
Get off?
How did he know. Oh gosh! Not that kind ofget off—just off Phoenix’s back. I glanced around, trying to find the previous piggyback pair, but they were nowhere in sight. A few other pairs were nearby, watching with anticipation as the bonfire was about to be lit.
