I hesitated for a moment, having never done anything likethisbefore.
“Don’t stop, Clara.” Beckett whispered his encouragement against my neck.
I found a rhythm with my hips that put the right amount of pressure on my throbbing core.
“That’s it, Clara. Look at you, so beautiful as you straddle me. That’s it, keep going.”
I wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop.
“Beckett,” I whispered.
“I’m right here with you, Clara.” Beckett kissed my shoulder as he encouraged me. “Keep going, I’ve got you.”
The front door swung open and Noah strolled in. “Hey, Beckett, I – Clara? What the – OH, shit.”
Chapter Seven
Beckett
Not even sunshine, fresh air, and being on the back of my favorite horse can distract or calm me after the way Clara left last night.
Damn Noah, just walking in like it was his own place.
Clara had been so close to her climax while riding my thigh, and it had been one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. She had been incredible, her skin flushed and her body nearly vibrating from chasing that release.
But as soon as my dumbass younger brother walked in, uninvited, Clara had turned bright red and dove for the floor and the shirt she’d taken off. Noah at least had the sense to step back out onto the front porch.
But Clara had still bolted as soon as she was fully dressed.
I’d almost chased after her, but her car had been halfway down the drive by the time I’d shoved past my brother and gotten outside.
My chest had been tight until she sent a text letting me know she was home safe, like always. I’d kicked Noah out of my house, ignoring anything he’d been about to say.
I warred with myself the entire night – debating between going to her apartment to make sure she was okay, or calling her, or just giving her space. I opted for space, but I didn’t get much sleep.
This morning, I waited until well after dawn to send her a message to let her know I’d be out of range today doing trail inspections, and she’d yet to respond. Normally I’d relish being in nature, in this beautiful piece of land my family had carved out for themselves and future generations.
Today it just felt like a job, instead of one of my favorite things about our business. Thankfully, inspecting the trails with Henrik was going better than expected.
There were a couple of obstacles that were easy enough to clear out with the ropes we’d packed, instead of needing other equipment.
“Hey, boss – you think we can hit another trail today or do you want to stick to the schedule?” Henrik asked from ahead. His chestnut mare, Lightning, was one of the sweetest horses I’d ever met. It was no surprise Henrik had insisted he bring her when he came on to work with us.
He slowed and let me come up beside him as the path widened.
“Missing the trails, are you?” I joked. I checked the time and considered how long it’d take to add a second inspection.
“I won’t lie, this is one of my favorite ways to spend the day.”
I nodded. “Yeah.” There was something special about being on the back of a horse and trusting each other enough to explore the wilderness together.
“What do you think?” I asked. We were about twenty minutes from the end of the current trail.
“It’s still early enough that we could check out the White Tail Trail. The guys can handle chores alone for a couple more hours.”
“Okay, let’s do it.” Maybe the extra time would help me sort through whatever the hell happened last night. “Lead on, Henrik.”
By the time we got back to the ranch and got the horses brushed, fed, and put up, it was just before sunset.
