I envy her that. Because I have the sinking feeling that by the time this week is out, someone else will be ‘missing.’
And it might just be my lover holding the gun.
When we return to the stables, I’m disappointed to see that Augusto isn’t standing in the archway like before, waiting for me. But a flush of heat sizzles through me at the realization thateven before we crossed that line, he was finding it hard to resist me.
This softly simmering lust seems to be taking up a permanent residence in my body. I’ve known his real name for less than twenty-four hours but Augusto seems to know my body inside out, like he knew it in a previous life. He’s lit me up in more ways in one night than my husband ever did throughout our whole marriage.
I make a mental note to not get carried away. I’m feeling these things more intensely because of who he is and where we are, and now, what’s at stake.
I lead my horse into the stables. Only two other horses are in stalls, the rest being readied again in the yard for another hack. I can hear the chattering voices of the other women receding into the distance as they leave to freshen up for the next part of the day.
Thankful for the silence in the stables, I lead my horse inside, remove her saddle and bridle, then carry it to the tack room out back.
A light is already on when I push the door open. I locate the correct saddle rack and relieve my arms of the heavy leather, but when I turn to leave, something even heavier is standing in my way.
Augusto
Her eyes round in surprise, but lust swells in both of them when she realizes what I’m here for. We’ve been at it like fucking rabbits nearly all night and I still haven’t had my fill of her.
A part of me wonders if I’ll ever get it.
She’s like a drug.
I never expected to want another woman like this again in my life. In fact, I don’t think I’veeverwanted a woman this badly. Those bright blue eyes make my knees weak, that sparky mouth tightens my balls. She’s as authentic with her brain as she is her body, keeping me on my toes with her sharp words and her sexy curves.
I push her backward until her spine hits the wall, and inhale the scent of lust and musk that radiates from her. Then I kiss her, hard. So hard, the whimper she makes can’t escape.
Threading her arms around my neck, I flatten myself against her. She’s mine now. She even said so herself. Now I’ve had her, she won’t ever be anyone else’s. She doesn’t know it yet but I willkillany man who tries to take her now.
“Augusto,” she pants, when I finally release her lips to trail mine down the soft, salty, skin of her neck. “Someone might come in.”
“I locked the door,” I growl huskily into her collarbone. Fuck, every curve and contour of her is perfect.
My hands grope her thick and hard, making their way down the shape of her body, over her breasts, her hips, thighs. Until I drop to my knees. I take a leather boot in my hands and slide it off her leg, then I remove the other leather boot.
I’ve a good mind to take these back to our room so she can parade around in them whenever I ask her to. My fingers shake lightly with pent-up lust as I pull down the zipper of her breeches and peel them over her thighs. Her designer lingerie is defiant in its teasing, but it will be off in a second, so…
I lean in and lick over the lace, feeling her wetness seep through the fabric. And suddenly, I’m feral.
Now, I don’t have the time nor patience to remove said panties. Instead, I lift her right leg and throw it over the saddle she just hung low on the wall. She’s wide open for me now.
“Hold on to something,” I bark.
She latches on to two bridles hanging either side of her just as I stick my tongue between her folds and lick greedily up her seam.
God, she’s delicious.
“Oh,fuck,” she whimpers, then turns her head to muffle her mouth in her arm.
Pushing my hand up beneath her shirt, I grab a handful of breast while lapping between her spread legs. The saddle is keeping her nice and wide open for me so I push two thickfingers into her pussy. She clenches around them—a threat to keep them there until they deliver, and I love that.
“This is finger fucking, Erin,” I murmur into her folds while stroking my fingers in and out of her. “Do you like it?”
A moan buries itself in her arm. “I love it,” she says, her voice all broken and lusty. “I especially love that they’re your fingers.”
I smile around her clit then suck it into my mouth. When I’ve tongued it to a taut peak, I pull back for a second. My fingers curl into her g spot, stroking it to a quiver. “Good. Because these are the only fingers you’re going to feel from now on.”
“Augusto,” she moans when I latch my mouth onto her again.
