“Our broncs are female, you goof. Wind-Song is a stallion,” I say, handing her the basket.
“Whatever!” she says flippantly, rolling her eyes.
“I bet you wouldn’t say whatever if someone thought you were a male,” I reply as I mount behind her and press her against me.
“Are you trying to say I’m manly?” Mikayla teases. “I think there’s somethingyou should be telling me, Mr. Montgomery.”
“Yes, Mikayla. That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m sure a lot of guys have perfect breasts and tight little pussies.”
“Jesus, Caine,” she says with a laugh as I nuzzle her neck and cup her breasts with my hands.
“Mm, perfect,” I murmur as I glide my thumbs over her nipples.
I blink when Mikayla grabs the reins, stops the horse, hands me the basket and jumps down.
“What are you…”
“I’m horny. Tie Wind-Song to the tree and fuck me, Caine.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever moved this fast, but I hand her the basket, dismount, tether the horse and grab the blanket in seconds flat before running into the forest to find a flat place to take her.
Mikayla has less patience than I do, grabbing my belt and unhooking it before pulling my pants down.
Fuck it! I throw the blanket to the earth and help Mikayla pull her leggings down as she toes off her shoes.
No foreplay, no kissing. She straddles my lap and sinks down on my hard cock.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” I moan. I grab her hips and slam her down.
“Yes!” she cries out. “Hard and fast, please!” she begs.
I thrust; she grinds against me. I thrust and slam her down on my cock. She screams. In moments, I feel her milking my dick, her entire body shaking.
I lay her on her back, grab her thigh and lift it up, before thrusting deep inside her, groaning my release. I revel in the feel of her, hot and wet and so tight as she squeezes me. It’s perfect. She’s perfect. I fucking…
Fuck! I… fuck! I can’t tell her, not now. She’d freak the fuck out.
I’m freaking the fuck out!
I kiss her, taking her mouth in a hard kiss to keep myself from spitting out the words. I know she feels it; I know the potential for her to love me is there. But I don’t know if she’s ready. And I know I’ve been fantasizing about her for months. I have to remember what’s real and what’s in my head, but it’s so difficult when I’m feeling myself fall.
She kisses me back, wrapping her legs around me, holding me tightly, and I swear I feel it. I fucking feel it! She’s it for me. She’s my endgame, my purpose.
I pull back and look at her, and our eyes meet. I see shock and panic in her eyes.
“You’re safe, baby. I’m right here with you,” I whisper,dropping my forehead to hers.
“It’s not just me?”
I shake my head on hers. “I’ll say it when you’re ready to hear it.”
She shuts her eyes, and tears spill down her temples.
“Fuck, baby.” I pull back and lift her up onto my lap and hold her. “It’s been a rough day,” I murmur, combing my fingers through her hair.
“Emotional, a lot of different emotions,” she whispers gruffly. She squeezes me tightly, holding me close.
“When you’re ready… I’m not going anywhere,” I remind her.
