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“This is my older brother, Adam,” I explain quietly causing her shoulders to lose just the slightest bit of their tenseness, but she remains alert by my side. Her knuckles turn white and her nails leave crescent shapes in my palm where she grips me. “Watch this. Blue, go get the horses.”
Blue takes off faster than lightning, streaking out of the barn doors before the words have even fully left my mouth, and Arden gasps in alarm, her eyes widening. The boys let out a cheer from the rafters.
“You aren’t going to bring them in one at a time? What if they get hurt?” Arden asks, looking up at me in concern.
“They’re gonna be just fine. Watch, Sugar,” I reply, squeezing her hand. Adam rolls his eyes at me before disappearing out the back door without so much as a grunt or a wave. But that’s just his way. He only came down to make sure I didn’t fuck up the night feed since the horses are his main concern. And I guess to bring in the mare because he didn’t want her running with the others being so close to foaling.
The thunder of hooves reaches my ear and Arden whips her head around, letting out a joyous cry when the horses begin filing in through the big barn doors. They enter in an orderly fashion, bays, chestnuts, and dapple greys. Without even a word of prompting from me, they walk into their own stalls and begin happily munching their dinner. It’s orderly. A beautiful dance of well-trained animals who are all happy and content to be here.
“Oh, my gosh! They are beautiful!” she exclaims softly, not wanting to startle them. In her excitement, she pushes into my side. Her soft body molds against mine, her breasts pressing against me, and just like that, blood rushes to my cock. She looks up, her face so close that I can feel the little breaths puffing from between her full, rosy lips. Without thinking, I bend my head—our eyes connect and her tongue darts out. Come to me, beautiful.
Arden bounces up on her toes, the tension between us palpable. Can I kiss you? This woman baffles me, and there is so much I need to—want to—know about her. But right now, I want to kiss her more than I want my next breath. She’s just an inch away, and I lean forward to close the gap, but before I can score a taste, a loud thump from above has her jumping back as though she’s been burned.
“Mom! Did you see that?” Theo crows, clamoring down the ladder with Dylan hot on his heels.
“Let me introduce you all to the horses,” I say, willing my throbbing cock to go down and hoping the boys don’t notice. Waving them forward, we step up to the first stall.
As soon as he sees me, my handsome Appaloosa gelding stops eating to pop his head out the door. “This guy is my personal horse. His name’s Tuscaloosa, and he’s the absolute best.”
“Uncle Jeremy is teaching me how to ride on him!” Dylan exclaims, extending his hand gently to pat Tuscaloosa’s nose. Reaching into my back pocket, I locate a few peppermints and pass them to the boys and Arden. She shows Theo how to hold his hand straight and let the horse lip the treat straight from his palm. He wiggles his nose, looking for more, and Theo giggles.
Tears spring to Arden’s eyes at the sound, and she blinks them back, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly to make sure none of them fall. Her face turns to the side, away from me, as she regains her composure.
Need fills me. The need to protect. The need to know.
Who hurt you, beautiful girl?
Chapter Seven
“You can take it, can’t you, Sugar?” I ask, wrapping the end of the tawny rope to the headboard before tugging at it to make sure they’re tight enough to hold but not hurt. She nods her head, but that’s not enough. “Words,” I demand.
“It’s good,” she rasps, twisting her hands and tugging them in an attempt to loosen the bonds. They don’t give at all, and she grins in excitement. Stepping back, I admire my handiwork. Ropes crisscross under her heavy breasts and knot across her abdomen while others keep her legs splayed, lashed to the corners of my bed.
Completely at my mercy.
“No running now, Arden. You’re all mine,” I chuckle, sliding my fingers over the smooth bindings, double-checking them but never touching her supple skin. She groans, writhing back and forth across my black silk sheets, causing the rope to tighten against her, digging in and keeping her open for me. Goosebumps pop over her breasts, and she moans, spreading her legs further and wiggling her hips enticingly. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
And all mine.
“I don’t want to run. I want to come,” she complains, injecting some sass into her voice as she glares at me with challenge. Her nipples pebble, the pink peaks begging to be sucked, and I can’t hold back for a second longer.
The urge to taste her, make her squirt over and over until her scent’s permanently etched on my bed, consumes me. My hands reach out, palming her heavy breasts, and teasing her nipples until she arches, straining for more. Climbing between her legs, I’m happy to oblige, running my hand up her calf slowly. So fucking slowly. Her pretty pink pussy glistens, wetness collecting on her thighs, and I have a perfect view as she squirms under my gaze, and I slide my hands higher. Her eyes glaze with lust, and she releases a frustrated groan, tossing her head back.
“That’s right, Sugar, I’m in charge,” I praise her as her body relaxes. “Be a good girl, and I’ll make you come so many times you won’t be able to walk straight.”
My hands inch onto her thighs with a feather-light touch and the muscles tense in anticipation. “Deep breath,” I remind, and I’m rewarded by a quick inhale. My cock pounds as her breasts bounce with the motion, but I’m a patient man. When she finally settles, I lower myself between her open legs, blowing a soft stream of air on her overheated mound. The scent of her hits me, fraying my willpower.
“Stop teasing Jeremy,” she complains loudly, and I give her thigh a warning slap, delighted when her pussy visibly clenches. Her skin flushes and her legs shake with want. She’s on a knife edge. Time to put her out of her misery.
Lowering my head, I nuzzle her smooth lips, snaking my tongue out for a taste. Lapping her from top to bottom, pleased when she squeals, then sighs.
“Don’t worry. Gonna give you everything you need. Everything you can take. And then you’re gonna take more,” I growl against her, repeating the motion over and over, coating my face with her arousal until she’s whimpering. Arden tosses her head from side to side, crying out nonsensical words.
“Fucking delicious. Better than I imagined,” I growl, diving forward to thrust my tongue deep into her heated pussy. Eating at her like a starved man as she quakes and struggles in my ropes. Her walls clench and she comes with a shout. “The next one I’m going to make you squirt.”
“I-I-I can’t,” she wails as I go back to work on her, rubbing my thumb over her clit, not giving her a second to come down from her climax. Using my finger, I enter her wet heat. She moans at the intrusion, her greedy pussy sucking me in, rippling around me, wanting it deeper. “Yessssss.”
Adding another finger, I stretch her muscles, opening her for me before gliding in and out rhythmically. She tries to grind against me, but the ropes tighten around her abdomen. And I love her this way, needy, wanting, panting. Mine.
