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“How long before you saddle her?” I ask. Could be minutes, could take an hour. I’m uncharacteristically nervous and have been since this afternoon. The Blackbeards are blips on my radar; it’s the threat to Lullaby that I’m anxious over.
Rider doesn’t move, “She’s gonna need a little time to get to know me.”
“She doesn’t like men. Her last one was an asshole.”
Trigger squeezes my waist. “How can she tell Rider’s a man?”
Rider’s teeth gleam in the dark as he smiles. “I’m not wearing a skirt, asshole.”
“She can tell,” I say before Trigger gets riled up. “Animals are sensitive to smell. You two smell like men.”
Trigger kisses the side of my head. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”
“I’d like to get this done,” I whisper in his ear. “So we can go home and I can thank you properly.”
He draws me closer. “Me too. The things I got planned.”
I laugh softly. “The things I’ve got planned, lover. It’s your turn to sit back and enjoy the ride.”
“You know,” Rider says in the gloom. “Me and Lullaby can hear every fuckin’ word you’re saying. She don’t like it.”
Trigger rolls his eyes. “You make love to the horse and leave me and my girl alone.”
Rider raises his hand and runs it down Lullaby’s muzzle. She snorts but doesn’t otherwise react.
“Careful,” I say.
“Go inside,” he orders in a soft voice. “Both of you.”
I leave reluctantly. When we close the door behind us, Trigger pulls me in for a hard kiss. I open to him, let him take me, enjoying his masterful handling, then as I get turned on, I try to take over. It’s a battle with tongues and lips and hands as we grope each other.
“Let’s take a walk.” He grabs my hand and tries to lead me away, but I resist.
“No. I don’t want to leave. What if Lullaby needs me?”
“It ain’t gonna work if you’re hovering over her,” he growls with authority and tightens his grip on my hand.
“It’s just—”
Then I lose my train of thought as he swats me hard on the ass and herds me into my former bedroom. “I’m gonna take your mind off the fuckin’ horse.” He shoves me up against the wall as he slams the door behind us. “How many times should I make you come? Two, three?” His eyes glint wickedly. “Yeah, three times. You’re good for it.”
“Trigger,” I start, but his lips aggressively find mine.
“You know what I like about you,” he murmurs against my mouth as he hikes my skirt to my waist. “The clothes you wear. Especially the skirts. Makes it easier for me to get at you.”
His fingers are already in my panties as he kicks my legs open. “You don’t mind if I dive right in?” Then he does. Two fingers inside me and his thumb griding against my clit.
We’re both breathing hard, and his fingers are doing the trick. I can’t focus on anything but my man. “Is that best you can do?” I taunt as I pull him closer to me and grope his cock through his jeans.
He grabs my wrist and slams it over my head. “Nope. Not now. This is about you, gorgeous. Not me. You can show your appreciation later.”
He pulls me away from the wall and sits me down on the bench that sits between the animal crates. The kennels are empty at the moment, which is disappointing, not because I like to be watched during sex, but because it reflects how slow my business is.
“Where’s the pets?” he asks as he kneels on the floor and peels my satin panties off. I lift my ass to help him.
“Wendy and I moved them to our house before we came over to the clubhouse.” I dig my nails into his arms as my need for him grows. “I wanted them safe.”
He swats my thigh as forces me to my back. “You fuckin’ listen to me when I tell you to do something. You wanted the pets out of here, the prospects could’ve done it.”
