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My brow furrows. “He rescued him?”
A frown twists his lips, and he looks down. “His nephew, Hana and Blake’s dad, was into some bad shit, and Hugh stepped in and paid a lot of money to fix it.”
That sounds like the story I remember. My past gave me a front-row seat for most of the van Hamilton indiscretions. I was there for almost all of Hana’s, and I can’t help wondering what it took for her to find redemption. What would it take for me to find it?
Dancer trots up to where Dirk stands, and he slides his hand along the horse’s neck. “That’s my girl.”
“I think she’s jealous.” Watching him with these animals, his expert hands and mastery of the training, fills me with unexpected pride.
He’s so much more than I was led to believe when I was sent here looking for a computer nerd.
“She’s spoiled is more like it.” The horse lifts her nose and snuffles at his head, knocking off the cowboy hat.
I laugh, picking it up and putting it on my head. “I like you as a cowboy.”
He gives the horse one last pat and climbs the fence, tossing a leg over and dropping to stand beside me. “Better than a professor?”
“Hmm…” Twisting my lips, I study him here, leaning down, caging me with his arms. “That’s a difficult question, Professor Winston. Can I choose all of the above?”
“Actually, you can.” He flicks the hat further back on my head before covering my mouth with his, flooding my insides with need and drowning out my fears.
Was it only a few days ago we were sneaking around on campus, stealing moments in his office, in his Jeep, in that hay maze? Now it feels so natural, so easy and free.
Sliding my hands up his chest, I curl my fingers, pulling him closer. I want to keep him in this place with me. It’s so safe and good.
His lips move to my brow, and large hands slide under my shirt, thumbs circling my hard nipples. A sigh aches from my throat as heat floods my core, and he exhales a groan.
“I love that sound.” His mouth covers mine again, sliding over my lips. “Come on. I’m taking you home.”
Fire hums under my skin as I watch him round up the horses. His expression is focused, brow lowered as he gives them a sharp whistle, and they begin to trot to their respective stalls.
Excitement makes me laugh. “They know when you mean business.”
He cuts me a look that shoots fire to my core, and I know when he means business, too.
Thirty minutes later, I’m straddling him in the bed, holding his arms over his head as we moan in time. I’m riding him, and with every thrust, I touch stars. I can’t hold out much longer, working my hips, clenching my core.
At last he shoots between my legs, groaning deeply as he comes. I drop my head, letting my orgasm take me. Pulsing and shuddering, it’s another insane high, sparked by a friendly wrestling match.So hot…
The deep-red signs of a hickey are on his collarbone and another is on his chest. Biting my lip, I grin thinking I did that. Sweeping my hair back, I lean down and nip his jaw with my teeth. His hands are on my ass, squeezing and caressing.
“I won,” I purr, but when I sit up again, I catch him smiling. “What?”
“I let you win.”
“Bullshit, you did not!” I push against his chest, and he flips me onto my back, holding me down.
“I love watching you ride my cock.” In a swoop, he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my protests, then melting them with a hot swipe of his tongue.
“I made you come first!”
“And it was fucking hot.” He collapses onto the bed beside me. “I really like this game. Thank you for introducing it to me.”
Rolling into his chest, I laugh. “I made it up.”
His hand is on my back, stroking and lifting my hair, twisting it around his finger. “I am here for all your made-up games. In fact, you should write them down. They’re way better than Quidditch.”
“Quidditch.” I scoot higher in the bed beside him, and he wraps the blanket around us. “You never told me why Goblet is your favorite Harry Potter book.”
