“Sex?” he quizzes.
“No! A one-night stand, but you are just utterly divine, and trust me when I say I don’t give out compliments like that willy-nilly.”
“Well, that is a boost to my ego,” he mutters, and then his tongue meets mine.
I don’t think I’ve ever made the noise that leaves my throat, or had every cell in my body pulsing at the same time, but it does right now. He groans, too, only heightening my libido.
When he presses his body against mine, then pulls my knee up so it wraps around his waist, I feel his cock against my lower belly and I gasp. He is rock hard, and I did that to him,me.
Maybe my last few experiences with the opposite sex have crashed and burned spectacularly, but this isn’t a relationship. It’s sex. And it doesn’t even count because he’s not staying in town. We get to have fun with no strings attached. Nobody gets hurt, and nobody gets too invested.
Good plan.
I slide one hand down his chest, feeling his muscles, then I halt at his belt buckle. But I’m greedy, I’m not going to unzip him right here, but I do flatten my palm against the bulge in his jeans, and he barely grapples with some version of my name when I squeeze him there.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters.
“I’ve never done it in the barn,” I mutter.
He places a finger over my lips. “A queen deserves a bed, or at least something that doesn’t smell like manure. Plus, the children might get scared.”
The children, aka my horses.
“Silly me, letting lust overtake my brain.”
He hitches me up farther on the wall and says, “Wrap your legs around me, baby girl.”
And he just baby-girled me.Who is this freaking man?
I do as he says, and we leave the barn with me wrapped around him, my heart pounding, and my body on fire like it’s never been before.
CHAPTER 8
Brett
This woman. My god. She smells like cinnamon rolls and vanilla. The way her body folds around mine makes my dick so painfully hard.
I just overcame one of my fears, which probably seems like a small thing to some, but I’ve held so much pain and anguish over Clyde. When things got rough, I never knew how to cope with him being gone. Now I know. It’s animal therapy. I need to ride again. I need to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair, just like I used to do with him.
That in itself is an epiphany I didn’t know I was going to experience tonight, and it’s all because of her.
Beautiful doesn’t even cut it, she shines brighter than any star in the sky. Tenfold.
We make it back to the house, somehow fumble our ways inside, and then I’m toeing off my socks and boots, and she’s rucking up my shirt to get it off my body. I reciprocate, helping her out of her clothes, albeit a little hasty. I want to rip that flannel shirt off her body and let the buttons fly everywhere,but it could be her favorite. I moan when she’s standing in her black bra and I cup her small but perfect tits and the groan that escapes her when I rub my thumbs over her hard peaks sets me on fire.
“Brett,” she cries, her hands at my belt. I join her, helping her free my buckle as she fumbles with my zipper. My cock is so hard it practically bursts out of my briefs when she shoves them and my jeans down to my thighs.
She glances down and gasps. “Of course,” she mutters, taking my dick in her hand.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Of course, what?”
“I knew you’d be big.”
I’m notthatbig. Average, maybe, but I’ll take it if she thinks so. I palm one breast as she slides her hand up and down my cock from base to tip, her other hand runs up my chest as I try to hold onto my senses.
I push her against the wall, undoing her jeans, but then there’s the boots to contend with. She humphs a laugh as she glances down at my dilemma.
“Want me to get those for you?”
