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“This horse hates me,” I agree, and just then, Prince wanders over. He’s not mean in any sense, but the animal is a bit antisocial. He pushes his nose over the fence, ears flicking forward when he gets a sniff of Arden. She slowly extends her hand, careful not to frighten him, and my jaw hits the ground when he nuzzles her palm. What the heck?
Prince gives me a side eye just an instant before shoving his shoulder into me and stomping down hard on my foot. Thank goodness for steel-toed boots. Dick. But Arden lets out a little laugh, and the sound is worth a thousand crushed toes. He shakes out his silky black mane, flattening his ears against his head when I step back toward Arden.
“So, it’s gonna be like that, huh?” I mutter.
“Do you want some help?” she offers, climbing gracefully up onto the wooden slats to reach higher and give his ears a rub. Her ass juts out and she arches toward him, stunning me to silence and filling me with desire. Kindness and understanding roll off her in waves and she gives the horse plenty of time to adjust to her presence. Watching the two together, it’s clear to see that Prince has warmed to her.
“Absolutely.” I reach out my hand, pleased when she lets me help her down into the ring. “What tools do you want?” Pointing toward the other side, there’s a lunge line, a long whip, and a halter hanging over the gate.
“Nothing,” she says. “Just come walk with me.”
Stepping up to her side, we move forward, and surprisingly, Prince follows right behind. The longer we circle the ring, the more relaxed he gets, even reaching out his nose to bump against my back pocket. The treats pocket.
“See, he seems like a nervous horse to me,” she explains. “Not a high-energy one. He needs time and zero stress to get used to you.” Her every word makes sense, and the longer we walk and pay no attention to him, the more he asks for some. Chuffing and nickering.
“Now’s a great time to give him one of those treats,” she tells me, and I reach into my back pocket and pull out a peppermint. Prince shows no hesitation nicking it from my palm. “Do you want to try to ride him?”
“That was my goal for today, to get on his back.” Arden’s brow furrows, and she pauses for a moment. Her head tilts to the side while studying Prince’s posture. His head is right against her arm, but he’s relaxed; his tail flicking from side to side.
“It would probably be best for me to stay down here. He seems pretty calm, so I can hold him while you get on. Don’t touch the reins though,” she directs me. Lifting my leg, I stick my foot in the stirrup, hopping on one foot for a second; certain Prince is going to take off. But he’s as enraptured by her as I am. With his head low, the horse completely ignores me, instead relaxing into her easy strokes as she pats his neck.
Taking a leap of faith, I swing up onto his back, settling my weight down gently and hoping he doesn’t panic and hurt her. Air burns in my lungs as I hold my breath, but he doesn’t even twitch.
“Good boy,” she coos, and now I want to be her good boy. “Do you want to ride him a bit?”
“Yeah, let’s try it,” I agree, happy to follow her lead. She gives a little cluck and Prince walks off, immediately following behind her just as he had earlier. We make a few rounds of the pen and for the first time, progress has been made.
“Let’s end here,” I call to her. “Stop on a good note.”
She holds him while I dismount. My feet touch solid ground again, and unable to stop myself, I pull Arden to me, lifting her in the air. “Thank you,” I whisper into her ear, kissing her cheek.
Her face is glowing, flushed with lust as she tips it back to look at me. Legs wrap tightly around my waist and it’s all I need. Palming her perfect ass, I capture her lips, and when she moans, I quickly lick into her mouth. The sweet taste of Arden rushes straight to my head, cherry Chapstick and something that’s all her. Addicting. And I’ll never, ever get enough. Her tongue tangles with mine passionately and my cock hardens. She lets out a gasp, grinding down against it and fuck. I’m gonna come in my pants like a teenager.
Her body molds to mine, like we belong together, like we’ve always belonged together. Leaning her back against the fence, the need to see her come undoes me. My movements become frantic, sawing against her. But the clothing barrier between us has got to go.
She pants and moans, music to my ears, as I slip my hand under her t-shirt. Her smooth skin is hot to the touch. Fuck I want to taste her, touch her, slide my fingers through her soaked cunt. My hand moves further, skating up her body, reaching the bottom of her bra…
A howl pierces the air, causing Arden to rip her mouth from mine. Thanks a lot, dog. Her lips are bee-stung, and her emerald eyes widen in panic when the rumble of a truck engine reaches us. Fuck. Fuck.
Reluctantly extricating my hand from her shirt, I slide her down my body. The truck makes its way into the drive just as we finish fixing her clothing and the desire to murder my brother, whichever brother it is, fills me. Moving my body in front of her to stop any prying eyes as she gets herself composed, I come face to face with my father. My father and his disapproving frown, which he quickly smooths over as he greets Arden.
“Hey there, little lady. You be careful around this horse. He’s been pretty ornery,” my dad tells Arden, unlatching the gate.
“Actually, Arden was helping me with him. Prince has really taken to her. And did you know she used to ride?” I explain hastily. My father is very protective of the horses, and we all know what could happen if a guest gets hurt.
He hums in agreement while pinning me with a look that tells me we’re going to need to talk about this later. Running my hand through my hair, I try to tamp down my annoyance. She’s amazing with the horses—maybe even as good as the Beast.
“It was a great afternoon,” she tells him, scooting by me and out the gate he’s holding open. Her eyes find me. “I’ll be back in a bit with Theo for his lesson. Thanks for letting me work with you.”
“Looking forward to it, Sugar,” I murmur, wishing I had better words. Or that my father would disappear so I could say what needs to be said.
She gives me a little finger wave, walking away as quickly as her legs will carry her.
“Hey, Arden,” my Dad calls, making her whirl around. “We have family dinner tonight after Theo and Dylan’s lesson. We would love it if you joined us.”
Arden toys with the ends of her hair, glancing between us before agreeing and heading back to her house.
“Smooth, Dad,” I grumble.
