Rowan’s massive pink cloak fell over both of us, keeping me dry, warm, and hiding the grinding of my hips. A moan threatened to roll out of my throat, and I bit my lips together.
Cayden rode in front of us, leading us back up the steep cobbled road we’d come down. If I made too much noise, he’dturn.
Maybe I wanted that?
The massive horse’s rocking gait threw me forward, pressing my warm layers directly into my clit from the front of the saddle. It didn’t matter what I wanted, my body needed, and I was done holding it back.
Although Rowan had picked a saddle intended for two people, it only gave my hips more space to move. Why did riding a horse involve so much pleasurable crushing? Another wave of tingling heat surged through my body. Riding with Cayden had felt good, but I swear Rowan trained his mount just for me.
The massive mage’s weight pressed me forward in the saddle. I tried to push away, but the big mage trapped my arms to my sides. His hips rolled behind me, and pure sex lit every nerve.
“If you want me to stop, I will,” Rowan’s gravelly voice was barely audible over the drizzle. “But I’ve found you in my lap again. And this time, you deserve a reward.”
I jerked in surprise. He knew exactly what was going on. Heat rushed to my face. Despite my embarrassment, I didn’t want him to stop.
Instead of answering, I rolled my hips again. For two weeks, I’d been surrounded by hotness: Cayden’s touches, Ezra’s corded physique, and Rowan’s bulk. I was a mess of need with no outlet. Rowan pressed me forward again. Delicious pressure ignited bits of me I usually left alone.
I wanted more.
As if hearing my thoughts, Rowan’s horse picked up its pace, and so did my motions. My insides melted into a ball of liquid lust. I wanted Rowan to touch me and kiss my neck. But he wouldn’t. I knew he wouldn’t. This wasn’t about him.
This was pure physical sensation.
With each roll, I got braver. Each spike of pleasure pushed me closer to an edge I’d never shared with anyone before. It wasn’t romantic. Rowan wasn’t gazing into my eyes and promising me the world. I wasn’t even in bed. I was out in the open, on a horse, but for some reason, that only made each roll of my hips hotter.
I shook and dug my hands into Rowan’s thighs. I was so close. As if knowing exactly what I needed, Rowan pressed me forward and held. His own erection stabbed into my back. The horse's next step made me jerk with pleasure as my orgasm crashed through me. I struggled to keep my breathing steady.
As I came down from my high, Rowan eased back in his saddle. Two steps later, the sensations between my legs were too much. My sensitive lady bits couldn’t take more, yet we were only halfway up the hill toward The Mile. I sucked in another lung full of air and tried to push off Rowan’s thigh to relieve the motions.
“Here.” Rowan put a hand on my hips and helped adjust the angle at which I sat. “Sit farther back on your tailbone and lean into me.”
At the sound of his voice, Cayden’s head whipped around. I didn’t know what he saw on my face, probably flushed pain, but he immediately dropped his horse back, struggling to make it walk peacefully next to Rowan’s.
Still hidden under the cloak, Rowan pulled me close and whispered. “I’ve got you. Enjoy it.”
I squirmed on his lap with embarrassment. I effectively let him jerk me off. Was this a part of this world? Was this weird? If I asked, it would definitely make it weird. I bit my lips shut and did precisely what he said, just a friend, helping out a horny friend, both fully clothed. Nothing intimate about it. My face burned with heat. Rowan didn’t like me that way; he was my little gigolo for a bit. Should I tip him?
“Quinn, you’re flushed.” Cayden maneuvered his horse closer to us. “It’s stopped raining. Are you overheated?”
“Ah, yes, very,” I managed to stammer, though not from Rowan’s big rain cloak.
Rowan’s chuckle rumbled against my back. I could live in that sensation. I slipped one of my hands out of the opening of his cloak as a bit of sun peeked out of the clouds. The day sparkled.
I don’t know why, but I laughed. Cayden sidestepped his horse, and his knee collided with Rowan’s. Without asking, he pulled Rowan’s cloak off us. Rowan barely got the clasp undone before Cayden could strangle him with it.
The sun was shining. I had a literal bag of gold. Rowan gave me the first orgasm I’d not given myself, and my moody best friend, who literally dodged my kiss, looked like an angry, drowned cat, which made me grin. Not that I was bitter. Definitely not that.
I was so high on happiness, I honestly thought I might float away.
Our horses crested the steep road, which ended at The Mile, and came to a halt. Six enforcers blocked the path, with Ezra and Brody standing in the center. My high vanished, and my heart thumped in my chest. Ezra told me I couldn’t leave the walls. I’d broken his rules.
“I told you they took her.” Brody’s gaze locked onto me. “I watched them leave. It’s not safe.”
It was suddenly hard to breathe for all the wrong reasons.
Rowan placed a hand on my thigh while Cayden sidestepped his horse close. “I’m here, don’t panic.”
“Quinn asked to go to The Green.” Rowan’s voice rumbled against my back. “In broad daylight, with one of your five and a trained rune master. It was worth the risk.”
