I kiss away her frown and give Wind-Song a light kick of my heels and a “chi chi” to get him moving.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask.
I hold on to the reins lightly, my arms wrapped around Mikayla as the horse trots out to the pasture.
She leans back against me, and I find I much prefer this to her riding alone.
“I’m sorry I freaked out,” Mikayla whispers as she looks up at me.
I hold her closer, reveling in the feel of her warm body against mine. I can’t say I’m upset she’s riding with me.
“Patrick just picked me up, and I had no time to react. I just wasn’t ready,” she explains.
“We can practice later on today. I don’t want you worrying about it, just relax now and enjoy the scenery,” I suggest as we make our way around the back of the ranch toward the river.
“I have never been afraid before. It was just so unlike me,” she says. “It’s just a horse.” Mikayla turns her head and looks straight ahead, but I can see the frown on her face.
“Wind-Song was never trained for bronc riding. He was trained for western-style riding,” I explain. “But he’s older now, and at Montgomery, we don’t like to push our horses too hard. He had a few good years, then we opted to use him for training young kids. I knew you hadn’t riddenbefore, which is why I picked the horses I did. I’d never put you in danger.” I place a kiss on her brow, and her spine relaxes against me.
The movement of Mikayla’s ass against my dick is sweet torture. I slow down the horse to draw Mikayla further against me as I nuzzle her neck with my lips. Her skin is soft and salty.
When I feel her shiver, I slowly lower my hand down her stomach into her leggings to the wet heat between her thighs.
“Caine,” she moans as I insert a finger, rubbing my palm against her clit.
“You’re so tight, sweetheart. Need to get you ready for my dick,” I whisper against her ear.
I smile when I hear the basket move, knowing she’s gripping it tighter with her hands.
I slowly insert another finger, rocking her against me as I suck, lick and nip at her neck.
“Caine, please!” Mikayla groans before her entire body goes rigid against me.
Her pussy begins to pulsate around my fingers as she comes. Mikayla turns her face up to me, flushed and beautiful. I take her lips with mine and delve into her mouth, tasting her again, feeling her melt against me.
I’m so hungry for her, but we need a bit more distance for complete privacy to reduce the risk of anyone finding us. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off her. I have to wait a few moreminutes until we come to the clearing where I want to set up, between the trees and the river.
I climb down first and grab the basket before tethering the horse to a low-hanging branch. Mikayla places her hands on my shoulders, and I help lower her to the ground. In silence, we walk hand in hand to a grassy area where the sun seeps through the trees along the river.
I remove the waterproof blanket and lay it on the ground, placing small stones on each corner to keep it from flying away in case of wind. I sit down first, take Mikayla’s hand and sit her on my lap before taking her mouth again.
I want her. I want her so much—it’s a yearning inside me. A need to have her. I turn us and place her back on the ground before removing her tennis shoes and pulling off her leggings.
“Fuck, Mikayla,” I groan before pushing her legs open.
I lower myself toward her wet pussy and lick the perfect little clit hidden there.
“Caine!” she cries out, her legs shaking as she comes apart from another orgasm.
There’s no waiting. I sit up, unbuckle my belt and quickly unzip my jeans. Mikayla pulls my pants down below my ass before I plunge inside her.
I’m a fucking asshole, but I can’t stop. I pause only when she yanks up my shirtto pull it over my head. And I do the same to her.
Consumed with desire, I thrust inside her hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I groan as my balls quickly tighten. I’ve barely fucked her, and I already want to come. “Come, sweetheart,” I coax, bringing my hand between our bodies to play with her clit. “I’m so fucking close, I need you to come.”
“Caine,” she moans, her hands clinging to me. “It’s…” she doesn’t finish, just shuts her eyes tightly when her orgasm hits. “Ah!” she groans, arching her back, and that’s all the invitation I need.
