Fucking great choices.
“You’re so comfortable up there you’re wool-gathering,” Joel teased.
Vicki dragged herself back to reality, shocked to find he was right. “Trigger is kind of like Goliath on steroids. He’s not as scary, because you’re holding him. Don’t stop holding him or anything,” she hastened to add. “This is enough for now.”
Joel patted her leg. “You are doing great. Loosen up, though. If you sit like that for any length of time, you’ll be so sore at the end of the ride you’ll be walking funny.”
“Loosen up?” Vicki stared at her hands, at the saddle under her fingers. She had a hold on the leather, but she wasn’t white-knuckling it anymore. “I think this is about as loose as you’re going to get.”
He kept Trigger moving forward, but shifted closer. He slid his hand up her thigh. “No, I think you can do better.”
No bloody way. “Joel Coleman, if you’re going to start something sexual, you can fuck right off.”
His eyes widened. “Okay, you’re still a little stressed.”
“You think?”
Joel laughed. “I’m not headed for any intimate parts, darling. Trust me.”
That was the problem. She did trust him, and yet was it enough? “Don’t push me too hard. I’m going to break.”
He soothed her, and Trigger at the same time for all she knew, the sound stroking her, but it was too late. Tension had flooded in. Her heart rate had increased, and she really didn’t want to be there anymore.
Like some miracle worker he read her mind. “Come here.”
He opened his arms and she leaned over, clutched his neck and allowed him to pull her from the horse. He cradled her with one hand, pausing only to loop Trigger’s lead rope over a hook before carrying her out of the round pen.
Foolish regret washed over her in a wave. “Damn it, I was doing so well.”
“You are amazing. You got up on the back of a horse. All by yourself. That calls for a celebration.”
“More moonshine shots?”
He snorted. “Not likely. I think I mentioned something else.”
Vicki stared into his face as he carried her to the side of the barn. His eyes sparkled with mischief, his muscles tense under her fingers. “What are you planning…? Oh, you’re not serious.”
She caught hold tighter as he eased her between his body and the ladder fixed vertically to the wall. “The lesson isn’t finished.”
“Oh God, you’re insane.” The idiot went straight up the ladder and into the hayloft, carrying her body weight as well as his own as if she were a feather.
The lighting was thinner up here, no bright fluorescent bulbs overhead. Joel nuzzled her neck as he brought her to where the bales were stacked unevenly, a little bench all ready for him. He sat with her still in his arms, her knees ending up straddling him. “Stand up.”
“You just left Trigger loose in the arena. Saddled and bridled.”
He undid her jeans and tugged them off her hips. “You’re not listening to me.”
“You abandoned your horse.” Oh Lord, what was he up to? She caught his shoulders for balance as he pulled the fabric off one foot, then the other.
“Trigger will hang out until we’re done. It’s like saddle training them when they’re younger.”
Her fingers moved of their own accord and slipped through his soft hair. “Joel?”
He ran his hands over her naked hips, gaze lingering for a moment on her pussy before he met her eyes. “I want you.”
God. If only. Vicki batted down the emotions and slapped her brain until it was focused on nothing but the physical side of that comment. “I’m yours.”
If she’d expected him to go slow, she’d have lost the bet. He jerked her forward and covered her with his mouth, tongue dipping between her folds. His fingers gripped her ass cheeks as he squeezed and played, that damn talented tongue lapping her entire length before stopping to torment her clit.
She dug her hands into his hair and held on tight.
Enthusiasm he had in spades, no doubt about that, eating greedily, driving her crazy. One hand snuck around her hip, caressing her skin until a finger pressed into her, and she groaned out his name.
“You like this, hmm?” He pumped slowly, stroking the most sensitive spots inside, and her legs quivered. Another flurry of his tongue over her clit, and the first orgasm hit, her sheath clutching at the two digits he now spread her on. “Oh, darling, yeah. That’s the way. Cream on my fingers. Mmm, you taste good.”
She wanted him to shut up and get his tongue back on her, but the words were driving her as much as his touch. “Don’t stop.”
Begging. Begging for more, more than he could even know.
He licked and nibbled until she was ready to scream, the constant thrust into her sex flinging her closer to the edge so rapidly she couldn’t breathe. When he pulled his fingers free, she muttered unhappily.
“You just wait, I’m going to fill you up pretty good with something else.” He fumbled at his groin, and she peered down to see he had already rolled on a condom, his thick cock rising from his open pants.
“Hell, yeah.” Vicki dropped into his lap and speared herself on his erection, her head falling back in ecstasy as he stretched her wide. “Oh God, Joel.”
He caught her hips in his hands and rocked her up and down, the wide head of his shaft creating the perfect internal caress. “That’s it. Move over me. Use your thighs. Fuck, that’s good.”
Vicki leaned in and took his lips, the taste of what he’d been doing a moment earlier lingering on his tongue as he helped her fuck herself on his cock. All the way up until he’d nearly break free, then a hard plunge down, her body undulating over him.
He hummed against her lips. “Only thing that would make this better would you being butt-naked, those tits swinging every time you ride.”
Vicki closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders tighter. “Some other time.”
“Nice and smooth, right, feel these muscles?” He stroked her ass, her lower back, returning to massage her butt as he helped carry her weight. “Feel how relaxed you are? That’s the way to ride. Everything moving and easy.”
A stream of laughter bubbled up. “Joel Coleman, is this a riding lesson?”
He nuzzled her neck and brought their bodies closer, dragging a hand between them to tease her clit as he fucked deeper into her body. “Ride your cowboy, darling. Make it good.”
Pleasure broke and she couldn’t do more than gasp, words eluding her as her body caught hold of his cock and tore his orgasm free as well. Joel squeezed his eyes shut, and she stared into his face as he came, all control gone in that moment, nothing but the physical delight they’d shared.
The face of the man she’d fallen in love with.
A loud slam broke from the right, sunshine flooding over them as the hayloft doors swung wide to the cold bright day.
“Shit.” Joel jerked her jeans around her, attempting to cover her naked ass as Jesse stared at them from beside the open doors.
He took in their position, not giving them any privacy. His expression made it clear he was pissed.
“You mind?” Joel called.
“I’m doing my bloody work. Shouldn’t have to give a warning call before I walk into the damn barn. Just…” Jesse grabbed a bale and tossed it through the opening, “…fuck each other blind for all I care, but do it in the goddamn trailer. I’m moving out. You can have it to yourself and stop providing free shows for everyone in the family. Unless that’s part of what turns you on.”
He didn’t give them a minute alone. Vicki waited until his back was briefly turned so she could clamber off and race around the corner, hiding behind the bales as she scrambled to straighten her underwear and jeans. It was like some weird nightmare she couldn’t wake from.