My girl tilts her head to the side, nibbling on her bottom lip as she looks up at me. So damn precious. It breaks my heart to see her doubt herself. I cup the side of her face, smoothing my thumb across her cheek. She closes her eyes, sighing so sweetly as she leans into my touch.
Daisy paws at the ground, drawing our attention to her. I give my angel a wink, then step back, taking the reins. “Come on, darlin’,” I drawl, holding out a hand for Monty. She slips her delicate hand in mine, weaving our fingers together. It’s an innocent touch, but after last night, all I’ve thought about is finally sinking between her thighs, hearing her strained cries of pleasure as I pump in and out of her.
I knew we would be explosive together, but feeling her lips pressed against mine, licking inside her mouth, fuck, feeling her curves grind against me as I ate her out to multiple orgasms… Goddamn. I’m ravenous for more, but I don’t want to scare her off. She gave me her first kiss last night. As much as I want to claim every inch of her, I need to go at her pace. I just hope she’s as desperate for me as I am for her.
When we reach the corral on the other side of the paddock, I open the gate and motion for Monty to step in. Following closely with Daisy, I secure the gate behind us and turn to face my girl. She’s staring up at the horse with a mix of awe and doubt.
“Go ahead and reach your hand out, but let Daisy come to you,” I encourage. Monty glances at me, then back at Daisy. I step up behind Monty, looping my fingers around her right wrist and bringing her hand up toward Daisy’s face. Monty trembles slightly, but I wrap my other arm around her waist, pressing her back against my front. “I’ve got you,” I murmur. “You’re safe with me.”
My beautiful angel peers at me over her shoulder, letting me know she trusts me, not just with this. She’s finally starting to understand she’s completely safe with me, body and soul. I smile, hoping to convey how I’ll always be right here, supporting her.
Daisy snorts, startling Monty, then nuzzles into her open palm. Monty lets out a surprised squeak, then giggles as she strokes the horse's snout.
“Here,” I say, reaching over her and rummaging around in the saddle bag. I hand Monty one of the carrots I put in there earlier, motioning for her to feed Daisy.
I watch the two get more familiar with each other, and my heart settles. I can see my future so clearly–our future. Right here on the ranch, riding horses, watching sunsets, and curling up in bed together every night. I want it so bad it hurts. Soon, I promise myself.
After another carrot snack, I show Monty how to mount Daisy, directing her on the proper foot placement in the stirrup. Then I show her a few basic ways to command the horse using subtle flicks of the reins or tapping her foot on one side or the other. I lead them on an easy trot around the enclosure, walking beside them and checking on Monty from time to time to make sure she’s comfortable. About ten minutes in, I can feel her start to relax. Daisy relaxes, too.
“This is nice,” Monty says, her voice light and airy. “I feel so tall and powerful up here.”
“You’re a natural,” I say with a smile.
I can tell Monty is getting restless after the third lap, so I help her dismount, taking advantage of sliding her body down mine. When her ass brushes against my already half-hard cock, she inhales sharply, then grinds her soft flesh against me.
“Careful,” I warn, my voice deep and scratchy as hell. Monty wiggles her juicy ass, leaning back against me as my hands slide up her shirt. “Fuck me, darlin’,” I growl, spreading my fingers out over her soft stomach and applying pressure. She jerks against me, lust zipping through her body, directly into mine.
“Maybe that’s what I’m trying to do,” she whispers, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder.
I groan, dipping my head down to kiss a path up the side of her neck. “You can’t tease me like that,” I mumble into her skin, nipping her there and licking away the sting.
Monty spins around in my arms, hitting me with a sexy, confident grin I’ve never seen before. “Who says I’m teasing?”
I capture her words on my tongue, slipping it between her lips and kissing her with every ounce of pent-up need I have. She wraps her arms around my neck, hauling herself up into my arms. I welcome the weight of her, lifting her up higher with my hands on the back of her thighs.
Reluctantly, we break apart for air, and I set my girl down on the ground. She slumps against the corral, a smile playing on her lips as she brushes them with her fingertips. I scramble to put the saddle and riding equipment away, then fill up the food and water pail for Daisy.
As soon as she’s safely put away in her stall, I turn on my heel, prowling toward my woman.
Monty’s eyes are locked on mine, the tip of her tongue snaking out to wet her bottom lip. I growl at the sight, then bend down slightly, hauling my girl over my shoulder.
“Hey!” Monty squeals, laughing as she pounds her little fists on my back. “Excuse me, sir, is this an appropriate way to handle your employee?”
“Definitely not,” I grunt, walking briskly toward my house. I have one arm clamped over Monty’s ass, keeping her in place, while my other hand strokes up her inner thighs, making her squirm. “There’s nothing appropriate about what I want to do to you.”
“Good,” she breathes out, making my cock twitch behind my zipper.
I burst through my front door and take the stairs two at a time, lust burning through my veins and making it hard to concentrate on anything other than getting inside her and finally claiming her as my own.
Setting my girl down in front of the bed, I take a second to catch my breath. I rest my forehead against hers, cupping the sides of her neck. Monty slides her hands up my chest, her deft fingers working the buttons of my flannel shirt. She slips the fabric off my shoulders, and I shiver at her touch.
“Are you sure?” I ask, though it might just kill me if she says no. Still, I’ll always respect her wishes. Monty nods, giving me a seductive smile. “Need your words, darlin’. Once we’re together like this, there’s no going back. You’re mine.”
“Show me,” she whispers, taking a step back.
Monty slowly undoes the button of her jeans, sliding them down her legs. I watch in awe as she reveals herself to me, removing one piece of clothing at a time until she’s bare before me. I drink in her perfect breasts, the curve of her hips, her supple, creamy skin on display for me. My mouth waters as I lean forward, licking one pebbled nipple and then the other, lavishing attention on her perky tits while she sighs so sweetly for me.
“My beautiful girl,” I murmur into the sensitive skin of her throat before kissing her there. “Thank you for trusting me like this.”