Page 44 of Wilde About You

I lifted up on an elbow, leaned over and planted a kiss on her long, smooth neck. She jerked slightly in her sleep and used her hand absently to swat at whatever was bothering her. I kissed her shoulder. She swatted again. "Must be some flying insects in here," she muttered groggily without opening her blue eyes.

I dropped back with a plunk. "That didn't go the way I expected."

Her eyes were still shut, but a smile crept up on her face.

"You brat. I was sure I'd lost my touch," I said.

She laughed and threw her arms around my neck. "Nope." She pressed her mouth against my shoulder, then started a hot trail of kisses along my collarbone. She stopped at a deep scar. "Hmm, what have we here, Mr. Frankenstein?"

I reached up to touch the scar. "Oh yeah, that one. Ronan and I got it into our big dumb heads that we could do backflips on our dirt bikes. Long story short—we couldn't do backflips on our dirt bikes. Although I did get about three quarters of the way around, which was better than Ronan. He basically did a wheelie then fell flat on his back and knocked the wind out of himself so hard he threw up. I came down shoulder first, and the rest, as they say, is history."

"My god, you boys must have been holding up the entire U.S. medical industry all by yourselves." Sadie had pulled on one of my T-shirts when the room got cold. Dad was a cheapskate when it came to heating and cooling the cabin.

I slipped my hand beneath the shirt and slid my palm over her warm, smooth skin. She moaned in appreciation. "Your touch makes me so hot," she whispered. She wrapped her legs around mine and rubbed her pussy on my thigh. Her breaths came in fast, short spurts as she moved against my leg. Heated friction radiated from between her legs.

I took hold of her naked ass and pushed my thumb into the tight puckered hole. She bucked against the pressure of my finger. I pushed it deeper as she continued to writhe wildly against my thigh. A sweet groan rolled up her throat and between her lips, then she clutched my arm tightly.

"I'm there, baby, yes. Fuck me now, right now." She untangled her legs and flopped back, her legs spread wide. She grabbed me and pulled me down on her, wrapping those same long legs around my waist. I thrust into her, and she cried out in ecstasy as her pussy tightened and pulsed around me. I pumped into her wildly and came inside of her. We stayed clamped together tightly, neither of us wanting to be the first to let go.

"I didn't have time to get the condom," I whispered into her ear.

"I noticed. It's all right. I'm not going to get pregnant, and it was worth it. I liked not having a latex shield between us."

"I feel the same way." I rolled onto my side and pulled her into my arms. A knock rattled the door. "Why the fuck does this always happen?" I muttered and flopped back in frustration.

Dad's voice came next like an ice-cold shower.

"Z had to leave for work early, and since you've got nothing better to do, at least out of the sheets, you can muck the stalls and feed the horses." His heavy, slightly uneven footsteps plodded away.

I looked at Sadie. "Yeah, he's all charm, that Finn Wilde."

Sadie laughed and pulled the blankets up over us. "I'll help with the chores, but first, I need to get warm again." She lifted her head and squinted at the blinds on the window. "Looks early, and is that a rooster?"

"Yep, I'd swear that bird is a hundred years old. We named him Dickface, and he wears the name proudly. Can't remember a time when he wasn't here, waking us up at the crack of fucking dawn." I pulled her closer again. "Now about getting you warmer …" As if on cue, one of the horses released a loud whinny to let everyone know it was breakfast hour.

"I guess we should feed them," Sadie said. "But I must admit, leaving this bed and you and the warm blankets is going to take some willpower."

It wasn't easy, but we managed to keep our hands off each other long enough to pry ourselves out of bed and out the door. The sun was fully up, and the nightly chill was starting to melt away. Sadie had pulled on the now infamous black sweatshirt. She had the hood up and the sleeves pushed back as she energetically mucked the stalls clean. She hummed and sang as she worked.

I glanced in Toby's stall where she was having a talk with him about his sensitivity to birds as she picked up his poop. "It's fine, though, we've all got our fears." She stopped and patted the horse's neck. I could swear the animal had his black eye trained on her as if he was listening to every word. "But birds are hardly a new thing. I mean they've been around since you were a little tot lumbering around on long stick legs. Still, nothing to be ashamed of. I, myself, was petrified of balloons for years. So, you see, we have that in common."

I put my forearms on the stall door and both of them, girl and horse, turned my direction. "Yes, but did a balloon make you tear off across the yard with no plans of stopping?" I asked.

"Not quite that scenario but I did spend my entire sixth birthday party in my room because my mom was sure I'd overcome my fear of the big round menaces if I associated them with something as fun as a party. I proved her wrong, of course. In fact, I still hate the damn things. Now, where to next?"

"I'll finish the last two stalls if you want to check to make sure everyone's automatic waterers are working. Just check that there's water inside them."

"Sounds good." I followed him to the next stall. "So, you said Zander works with Jameson. They own an earth moving company they inherited from your dad. I haven't seen Zander's girlfriend. Nev?"

"That's right. Nevada. We grew up with her. She and Zander were always meant to be together. It just took time for Z to get it through his thick skull that there was only ever one woman for him. Nev owns a sandwich shop in town, so she's always working."

Sadie sighed. "That sounds so romantic. Always meant to be together. How cool would that be?"

"Yeah, I guess. We were all 'well, about fucking time, Z' after they got finally got together."

"So, your career path took you away from riding on big dirt moving machines and up to the mountain slopes?"

"I guess I never thought of it like that, but lately, I wish I'd gone the more traditional route, like working on a construction site. It's great making money doing something that I love, but it's too up and down." I smiled. "Get it—up and down."