I shifted in the chair and tried to refocus on the handwritten list of our trails. Most of the trails were designed to be shorter and easier for inexperienced riders to navigate. Those trails wouldn’t be difficult to assess, and hopefully easy to clear. The faster we could get even two trails ready, the better.
I sent a text to Henrik, one of our ranch hands, about gearing up and to be ready in the morning. A message from Clara popped up. Regret about having to go out on the trails and spend a day in the woods instead of with her hit me deep.
I’d like to return the favor from this morning, if you’re interested.
As if there was any universe where I wouldn’t be. My cock strained against my jeans, and I typed out a response.
I’m interested. I’d love to slide my cock in and out of your perfect mouth.
Your place or mine?
Damn, she wasn’t kidding. She really did want to return the favor.
Mine, tonight. Be ready at 7.
Can’t wait.
The bubbles that indicated she was typing kept appearing and disappearing. I could almost hear her overthinking whatever it was she couldn’t decide how to say. I smiled and sent a distraction text.
Pink sundress and sandals. Nothing else on. Nothing.
You should know better than to give me orders.
I laughed. Oh, I did know better, but I’d also learned how to tame her stubborn streak.
Following those orders has perks you haven’t thought of, little wren.
Such as?
My cock
Wild as it was that Clara and I were having this conversation, there was no reason to be shy or coy about it.
You’re full of yourself, aren’t you?
Yes, I am, and if you’re a good princess, you’ll get to be full of me, too
It was lame and made me cringe a bit, but I also knew it’d make her laugh. Before she replied, Thatcher showed up.
“Hey,” was the only thing he said before he sat at the other desk. I mumbled a one-word reply as I typed out one more message to Clara.
Gotta work – I will see you tonight at 7, little wren
Noah strolled in as I put the phone face down on the desk. “Oh good, you’re both here.” He started telling us about his ideas for marketing strategies, but I couldn’t get the thrum in my veins under control long enough to pay attention.
I checked my phone and saw another message from Clara. If I was going to make tonight special, regardless of if we ended up in my bed, I needed to grab a few things from town and shower. My body was begging for more of Clara, and waiting a few more hours was going to be hell.
Thatch weighed in on whatever Noah had said, and I just nodded along. They asked a few questions about the changeover paperwork and the trails I was going to clear out. Gritting my teeth, I ran through the books, payroll, and which trails I planned to assess with Henrik. Noah went over reservations for the next two months. Slower than I’d like – for rooms and for riding lessons, but it should pick up again for the summer.
It was early evening by the time I got back to my cabin with groceries for dinner, dessert, snacks, a vase of cut wildflowers from Ms. May’s Flowers and More, the best floral shop in the area, and a selection of beverages.
I managed to prep everything and hop into the shower before I needed to leave to pick her up. My cock had been hard all fucking day, and now nearly throbbed as if it knew she would be here soon. The urge to rub one out in the shower was too difficult to resist.
I closed my eyes and palmed my cock, stroking the shaft while the hot water beat on my back. It was easy to picture Clara spread out for me on that table in the tack room, her dress disheveled and exposing her breasts and pussy to me. I groaned and stroked faster, harder, as I remembered the exquisite taste of her.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my release only a few strokes away.
The beep of the alarm system indicating the front door had opened and closed made me halt my hand. Frustration at the denial and confusion warred for space in my body.
