He grinned at her. “Thank you for the compliment, but hold off until we’re done. The night is still young, and there’s no telling how many you’ll have before we’re done.”
She laughed, then moaned when he bent down, licked her again, and went to town until she had her second orgasm. He crawled up her body, took himself in his hand, and ran the head of his cock through her juices. He looked into her eyes, and smiled when she smiled at him.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” she said with a breathy voice, and he took her word for it. He slowly entered, and didn’t stop until he had reached as far as he could. He paused to regain his breath, and looked into her face, moving her hair to the side. While still staring into her eyes, he began to move. When she wrapped her arms and legs around him, he settled in and moved in a steady rhythm and before long they were meeting each other stroke for stroke.
Without a word he reached between them, pinched her clit, and when she had her orgasm, he joined her, falling to the side when he was done. Helay there for several minutes getting his breath back, and rose up onto one hand to stare down at her.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll leave.”
“No, you won’t, I’m going to take care of this condom, then we’re going to snuggle and take a nap before we start all over again.” He laughed at her raised brow, but he noticed she hadn’t opened her eyes. He put actions to his words, and when he returned from the bathroom, he moved the blankets, crawled in behind her, wrapped her in his arms, and sighed in contentment. Three times during the night they reached for one another to make passionate love.
Pedro jerked awake, reached for Myrna and found the bed beside him empty. Expecting her to be in the bathroom, he walked there, but didn’t see a light on. He used the facilities, donned his jeans, and went to look for her. When he got to the kitchen he saw it was four in the morning, and went to her side of the bunktel. He knew he should leave it alone, and he wasn’t seeking her out for sex, he just wanted to make sure she was alright, and okay, he sighed, he wanted to snuggle with her.
He found her cuddled up in her bed, and the sight of her hit him in two different ways, that had his heart warring with his brain. Seeing her all snuggled beneath her blankets made his heart hitch at the sight of her comfortable, relaxed, and safe. However, his brain asked why couldn’t she have stayed in his bedto feel like that? He went back to his room, and lay back down. He couldn’t get back to sleep, his brain racing to try to figure out what he had done wrong for her to return to her room. After thirty minutes, he sighed in frustration, rose, and went to shower. After getting ready, he stripped the sheets, took them to the washer, and went to the kitchen. Instead of making coffee, he found a pad of paper and wrote a note, leaving it before the machine. Since it was Sunday, and they didn’t run the horses, he should have the day off, but he couldn’t sleep, wondering why Myrna had decided to leave his bed for the comfort of her own. He couldn’t wrap around the thought that he had done something wrong.
He left the house, went out to his truck, and since it was still dark out, he drove slowly through it to the barn where the horses they raced were housed. He parked in his usual spot, exited his truck, and made his way to his office. The first thing he did after turning on the lights was head to the coffee pot and get one ready. As it perked, he stood in front of the board with the numbers on them.
With his cup in his hand, he settled at his desk, set an alarm on his watch, and phone, and picked up the first file to input the numbers in. He also turned on the computer and did the same in the digital files of the horses. He jerked when the alarm sounded, and rose to his feet, refilled his mug, and carried it with him out to where the horses were stabled.
In a matter of minutes, he set his mug down, grabbed a tool, and opened the first stall door. He talked quietly with the horses as he mucked out their stalls. He was on the fourth one when he looked up and spotted Faith and Shay standing there.
“What the hell?” Faith said in shock when she saw him. She looked around and frowned when she didn’t see Myrna. “What are you doing?”
“Mucking out stalls.” He looked at her with a smirk, and chuckled when she rolled her eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Ah, do you want to race the horses today?” She didn’t wait for his answer, but grabbed her own cleaning tools and headed into the next stall. They worked in silence until they were all done, and as they cleaned up, he looked at her intently.
“What?”
“How about we race the nine? We can turn Champ, Diablo, and Buster out into the pasture and race the other nine.” He shook his head. “Don’t get me wrong, they’re great horses, but not as fast as those three. Maybe if we give them more track time they can improve.”
“Maybe.” She nodded and they turned their three fastest horses out into the pasture, and went back to the office. She kept looking at him from beneath her lashes, and thought she saw a tinge of sadness lurking there, but didn’t comment on it.
“Hey, Kid,” Pedro said quietly and looked at her.
“What?” She rolled her eyes at his nickname for her.
“Do you know if anyone has anymore golf carts?”
“Why?”
“I’m going to be working a lot on the horses, and I won’t always be available to bring Myrna back and forth. I figured that we’re so far away from the main road, and they’d have to go through a couple of SEALs to get to her, that driving her own golf cart to work won’t put her in any danger.”
“Does she know you’re asking about this?”
“Not yet, she was sleeping when I left the house.”
“Ah,” she said, and frowned, but kept her concerns to herself. She pulled her phone and looked at it with a nod as she dialed Cole’s number and made the request. After she hung up, she turned to Pedro. “Cole said he’ll look into it.”
“Thanks,” he said as he gathered his papers on the nine slower horses and made his way out to the track. He paused when he saw a man there, and frowned. “Do I know you?”
“Scott Gould, I came to muck out the stalls, but I see they’re already done. Are you racing anyone today?”
“Yes, the ones not in the pastures. The nine slower ones. Not that I want to label them like that.”
“I understand. Is Myrna here today?”
