He’d reached her curls. The top of her mound. The sensation of someone else’s fingers slipping through her folds had her legs quivering. She adjusted her stance to give him more room.
His cheek rested on hers, their breathing nowhere near synchronized as she tried to suck in enough oxygen to fight the spinning in her brain. The tortuous touch to her breasts had resumed as well. Sensory overload, and yet not nearly enough.
Joel pressed a finger deeper into her core and hummed in approval. “You like this. You’re hot and wet.”
She didn’t think that needed a response.
“I’m going to make you come, Vicki. All over my fingers. Your tight pussy is just waiting for me to play with you.” That finger slid deeper still, and she softened around him.
“Feels so good.”
“Gonna feel even better.” He put the heel of his hand against her clit and rubbed.
An electric pulse raced up her spine. “Oh, yeah—that’s what I like.”
Joel touched his cheek to hers. “Lesson time. Your reward is I make you come.”
Lesson? “What do I have to do?”
“You have to trust me. You’re totally safe, and I’m going to make you come. Think about that, and open your eyes.”
She couldn’t help it. Every muscle tightened involuntarily. The only reason he’d mention trust him and her being safe was if…
“You didn’t.”
Increased pressure over her clit distracted her, as did him sliding his finger all the way out of her body.
Damn it, no. She might not want to deal with horses, but he couldn’t leave her hanging like this. “Joel…”
“Open your eyes, darling. You can do it.”
“Fuck.” She edged one eyelid up the smallest distance possible.
A horse stood at the far railing. Her heart pounded, but that was the moment Joel pressed two fingers into her core and she lost a bit of her mind.
“Sable’s in the other yard,” Joel whispered. “I opened the side door, and she can’t get any closer than that railing, so relax, take a couple deep breaths, and you tell me when you deserve your reward.”
Vicki fought the fear. Fought to calm her racing pulse that had leapt into high gear even though she knew the horse was nowhere near. Instead she focused on what was close. Joel, his big body wrapped around hers. His hands doing wonderfully wicked things.
The incredible sensation of him working his fingers in and out of her body.
She breathed out slowly, staring into his eyes. The blue became a place of refuge as he took her body higher. She wanted to freak out, but couldn’t muster the energy to give a fuck.
Sable was far away, and Joel was right there. Caressing and rubbing, spreading her wider, keeping her needy. “Make me come, Joel.”
He smiled. “You stare over there at the nice horse and let me do the rest.”
She never would have believed it. Standing on a railing, time-smoothed wood under her fingers. She breathed in the scent of dirt and grass, of animals and distant fireplace smoke. Joel’s hands were on her right out there in the open.
And across from them not even twenty meters away was a goddamn horse.
Sable ignored them, wandering her area of the yard, her wide belly swaying as she moved. It was obvious Vicki and Joel’s presence wasn’t on her mind.
All the sights and sounds faded, though, as Joel pressed harder on Vicki’s clit, piercing her body with his thick fingers, stroking her just right so the tension of her orgasm rose swiftly. Another squeeze to her breast, another nip with his teeth to her ear. Another thrust and she broke, her sex pulsing hard, clutching his fingers. Moisture rushed from her and allowed his final thrusts even deeper.
Vicki groaned, letting the aftershocks take her, hoping like hell Joel would continue to hold her because her legs were done. There was nothing left in them to support her, just this awesome total-body relaxation sweeping in.
Even looking across the yard at a horse had no impact. Stress? What was that?
Joel rocked his hard-on against her hip, breathing deep. “God, that was fun.”
She laughed. “That’s my line.”
He pulled his fingers from her body slowly, tiny circles soothing his departure. “We both had a blast. Good for us. And you did awesome with your lesson.”
Vicki glanced across the yard. “She’s over there, I’m over here. I suppose we can be pen pals.”
She turned and caught Joel by the neck, wrapped her legs around his body and clung on tight. “That was incredible. And I feel like a shit that you’re still…”
Joel raised a brow. “What? Now that I’ve had my fingers in your pussy you’re not going to use the big words anymore?”
“Screw that. I wasn’t sure if I’m supposed to offer to help you with your hard-on. I’d love to help you with your hard-on.”
He paused to put his hat back on then walked them toward the barn. “Next time. Now I’m afraid if we keep going there’s bound to be an interruption. We’ve about used all our good luck in terms of the family staying away. Let’s not push it.”
Vicki nodded.
He carried her all the way to where she’d parked her bike. “How long before I see you again?” he asked.
“Things are slowing down at the shop now that we’re done inventory. I’m still on the early shift, but any afternoon you want to get together, I’m game.”
Joel nodded. “I’ll call you. If nothing else, let’s make sure we hit Traders on Friday night, okay?”
Goody. More time in public, although it had to be done. “Sounds fine.”
He handed over her helmet, leaning back and stretching that long strong body of his. “You’re doing great, Vicki.”
He kissed her briefly before winking and turning back toward the barn, his whistle cheerful and loud in spite of the bulge still pressing the front of his jeans.
Chapter Thirteen
The walls needed a fresh coat of paint, but other than that Vicki’s apartment building appeared decent enough. Joel scrutinized the carpets as he waited for her to answer his knock. He startled as the door behind him creaked opened and an oversized middle-aged man wearing dirty jeans and a wife-beater peered out.
The stranger eyed Joel up and down once then grunted before shutting his door.
What the hell was that about?
Vicki didn’t keep him standing in the hallway long. The door swung open to reveal her petite form wrapped in a pretty purple dress, her hair loose over her shoulders instead of pulled back into a ponytail.
Joel whistled in appreciation. “Well now, don’t you look nice?”
“Is it too fancy? I don’t usually wear stuff like this, but I spotted it at the…” She paused then shrugged. “I was looking for boots to wear while dealing with the evil horses of hell. I struck out on footwear, but this dress was at the thrift shop, and I thought I may as well go for it.”
Joel closed the door behind him. “Vicki, don’t apologize for shopping at the thrift store. There’s no shame in it, and it makes a ton of sense.”
She leaned back on the wall. “I’m not ashamed. It’s not something I talk about. Ever. So it feels weird.”
Joel paused, glancing around at her tiny apartment. Like the last time he’d been here, he was shocked by how little she had, and yet impressed by how everything was still very obviously hers. The few personal items she had on display seemed extra special because they were so scarce.
“You don’t talk about clothes or you don’t talk about shopping, or what?”
Vicki sighed. “Are we going to Traders tonight?”
“Stop avoiding the conversation and answer the question.” Joel sat in the lone chair by the small table. “We’ll get to Traders when we get there.”