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“I’m supposed to make lunch.”
“Trust me, everyone can make their own sandwiches. They won’t starve before you’re back.”
“Okay.” I started to swing a leg over to dismount, but Biscuit took a step forward. Grant grabbed the reins in one hand and my waist in the other.
“Whoa,” he commanded.
The horse stood still, and I continued my dismount. Grant pressed against me as I slid from the horse, making the full length of our bodies touch. When my feet hit the ground, he held me there, trapped between him and the horse.
“You feel so good. This is where you belong. Your body against mine.”
I sucked in my breath. How did he know exactly the right thing to say to drive me wild?
“You like that, don’t you? The idea of always being where I could touch you?”
“Yes.”
I wanted to turn around and kiss him right there, but I knew anyone might walk up. Though if he kept rubbing himself on me like a satisfied cat, I might stop caring. I glanced toward the barn. Maybe we could put it to good use or at least find a secluded spot on our ride.
Grant slid his hand down my abdomen and cupped my dick, making me gasp. “What if someone sees us?”
“I checked out the area. We’re alone for now.” I groaned as he rubbed his palm up and down. “It’s not going to be easy to ride with this?”
I arched my back and rubbed my ass against his erection. “Not for you either.”
Grant chuckled. “Very true. Come on. Let’s go to the barn.”
He clipped a lead rope to Biscuit and led her toward the barn. I followed, still dazed from the way he’d pulled me against him, and—if I were honest—turned on as hell by his possessiveness.
Once we were in the barn, he clipped the mare to a ring on one of the posts and beckoned for me to follow him.
“Come help me tack up Zion.”
I followed him into the tack room. I spotted Zion’s saddle and started to lift it, but Grant came up behind me and placed his hands over mine. “I can get that.”
“I’m strong enough to lift a saddle.”
He huffed, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned back into him and pressed my ass into his groin again.
Before I really understood what was happening, he’d set the saddle down, gripped my waist, and spun me to face him.
“Do you remember who’s in charge?”
“Remind me.” The words came out breathless. I’d obviously lost my mind, asking for it like this in the barn, but I needed him to keep touching me. No way in hell could I concentrate on riding if he didn’t get me off first.
“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”
I nodded.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to show me you’re in charge, that you own me, that you can have me anywhere.”
Grant slid his hand into my hair and pulled my head back before his lips crushed mine. My knees gave, but he held me where he wanted me. I opened for him, relaxing and letting him have what he wanted, which seemed to be devouring me.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he said as he kissed his way along my jawline and walked me backward until I hit the wall hard enough to make all the tack hanging on hooks rattle.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me again, my head swam, and my cock was so hard I would have been begging if his tongue hadn’t been fucking my mouth.
