“Midnight, obviously,” I quip.
He growls, dipping down to kiss me.
“Are you ready to ride?”
I give him the biggest smile. “I’m always ready to ride, cowboy.”
I turn as Oliver brings over the other horses and together, Oliver and Connor give everyone a lecture on what not to do while riding a horse.
We saddle up and Connor helps me swing up onto Midnight. I’ve never been a fan of heights and Midnight is a beast. He shifts under me, and I let out a yelp. Connor pats my thigh and Midnight’s flank.
“Easy. Everything’s okay.”
“Who are you talking to?”
“You both.”
He swings up behind me. My ass presses right against his groin.
“We’re not going too far,” Connor says to the group. “Follow me or Oliver and stay close.”
Taking Midnight’s reins, he leads us into a trot. The group follows behind us. Connor points out things as we walk, like where the staff housing is, the lodge, the property line. He tells us that once, when he was a kid, a bear casually strolled onto the property.
“Only in Canada,” Sadie says. “Remember when we saw a mountain goat when we did that Banff tour?”
Sienna and I nod in remembrance.
We keep riding and I fall into the rhythm of Midnight’s movements beneath me. The confident way Connor commands him. There’s an icy patch and Connor tugs on the reins to stop the horse. The motion startles me and I gasp, grabbing onto his thigh.
“It’s okay, baby girl. Everything’s fine.” Connor slips his hand through my coat and top, resting it against my stomach over the waistband of my leggings. The touch steadies me. “Just lean back into me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Behind us, I can hear everyone talking, but with Connor’s hard torso behind me, his arm around me, I forget they’re there.
“Connor, I keep thinking, the last-minute wedding stuff must be costing a lot of money. I know I said you have to help me, but it’s going to be a while before I’m able to pay you back.” I’m worried the cost is going to make my eyes bug out of my head, cartoon character style.
In response, Connor nips at my jaw, which is the only part of my upper body not covered by winter clothes. “My money is your money, baby girl. There’s no one else I’d rather spend it on and if you wanted to give your sister a wedding which rivals the royals, I’d do that for you.”
“I don’t want your money,” I argue.
“But you have it,” Connor says, obstinately.
He was paid millions in the NHL and there’s generational wealth involved here. We had this same argument when he bought me a Cartier watch for my birthday, three months into our relationship. The watch is delicate, the face and band inlaid with small diamonds, not the kind of thing I can wear every day.
“Connor--”
My words are cut off when he slips a hand into my leggings and panties.
“You’ll let me take care of you,” Connor says against my ear, his fingers teasing me. “You won’t complain when I spend money on you, on things which make you happy, on things I know you want but will never ask for.”
As he talks, he lowers his fingers and gently pushes them inside me.
“I know you like that, baby girl. Your pussy is dripping wet.”
I bite my lip. It’s less the idea of him taking care of me financially and more just him taking care of me. Something about him thinking about me all the time makes me really hot.
One of my sisters or cousins asks him a question, which he answers without a change in his voice. Like this isn’t affecting him at all, when I have the evidence pressed against my ass. For the rest of the ride, Connor keeps fucking me with his fingers but just enough to drive me crazy and not come. He keeps me on the edge and each time his thumb accidentally brushes my clit, I have to bite my lip to keep from making a noise.
Once we’re back in the stables, Connor invites everyone to come to the lodge for lunch, which we accept. I stay behind to help Connor with the horses while Oliver takes everyone else to the lodge. As soon as they are out of sight, I jump him.
