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When her pleasure coated my tongue, I slid along her body, palming the condom, but she pressed a hand to my chest, her nails digging in slightly.
I stilled, cupping her cheek. “Did I hurt you?” Had I hurt her? Hell, I didn’t think so, but pain and pleasure walked a fine line.
Sienna shook her head, and my relief sighed out of me, though she pushed me back with that hand until I leaned on my heels. Then she gripped my shoulders and pushed me around until I was on my back, but it still wasn’t enough. She scooted me back until my neck dropped over the edge of the ledge, the waterfall’s roar obliterating all sound, and any chance at communication.
Only then did she stop, raking long, dark strands off my face, and palming my cock hard. My breaths grew ragged with the new brand of torture before she offered a sliver of mercy, rolling the condom over me before she let me find a home in her tight heat.
I lay there beneath her, slim thighs nestled either side of my hips, her body rocking and undulating like the water ravaged the stone beneath us. With the water tumbled in a sheer wall inches from my head, the ground seemed to move, leaving me in freefall as she fucked us both. I gripped her hips tight but let her lead, needing to hold on to her lest I fall and be swept away.
Only when she crested her own euphoric peak did my balls draw up tight to my body. I came hard inside the condom, wishing I could fill her body, mark her inside as mine as well as skin deep.
Sienna sank onto my chest, boneless and panting, her skin awash with a sheen of cold mountain water like mine that heated between us.
When my breath eased, I gathered her in my arms, stumbling to the back of the cave to find her bundle of blankets that constituted a bed and laid her in it, curling along her side and tucking out bodies together. I murmured soft promises of caring for her when I had no right to promise her anything. Hell, I had nothing of my own except a beat up pick up, and a trail of trinkets miles long. Nothing to call a home or anything real to give her.
She didn’t seem to care, curling into my chest and sighing her contentment to the rhythm of my heart beat.
When I woke to the morning sun streaming through the waterfall’s glass wall between us and the world, I realised there wasn’t anusat all.
The cave was empty, and I lay on the pile of cold blankets, alone.
CHAPTER FOUR
I sat on the big house’s veranda at Red Hart, eating Montana sandwiches Eve made. She pottered in the kitchen with Jude knocking out a growing stream of food for the oncoming hoard who finished their morning's work and were grateful for the feed before the sun hit its zenith.
But the food wasn’t the only thing that held the attention of the hands gathered in the yard. In the centre of the paddock adjoining the barn stood a flinching horse and a wild child who appeared to have no fear. Sienna hadn’t so much as looked at me since I walked out of the big house and stopped in utter shock.
She hadn’t spoken to me since the cave a week ago, and I hadn’t tried to find her, yet here she was, right in front of me on trade day. The one day of the week when she knew I would be around. I slid the hand not holding my sandwich into my pocket where the folded bills I made from selling her creams sat.
They sold faster than I expected, and I didn't bother keeping anything aside for myself. She could have the cash, all of it,ifshe talked to me. If she could tell me why she left.
Waking in that cave alone hurt like a mother fucker. Feeling she’d been gone by how cold the blankets beside me were stung worse. Because a large part of me, around the place where my heart was located, thought we had the sort of connection that lasted longer than a single fuck.
Certainly, more than a one-night stand, even if it was in a reasonably mystical location.
Sienna ignored me, if she even knew I was there, just as she appeared to be oblivious to the cohort of men watching her with the filly she tried to break. Apparently, she led the wild creature into the coral while I was sweet talking Eve into parting with this year’s as yet unspoken for apple cider batch.
The sight of an unattached female was unusual on Red Hart land because every one of them was usually taken. If they weren’t –like with Gage and Brit–they fell into each other fairly fast. The other part was that Red Hart traded mostly in prime deer. Apart from the odd horse Eve brought in every few years, I’d never seen a wild horse on the property, and knew they rarely roamed this far north without finding a home somewhere in between.
Where this one came from was a mystery as large as the tiny girl who stood before the twitching nervous animal who clearly didn’t like being cooped up in an enclosed space.
The pair drew every eye with their hypnotic dance. Sienna stood still and calm, humming softly in a soothing sound that carried, nevertheless. She held out a hand, flicking her fingers in a slow rhythm I felt to my bones, charming and lulling the horse that eventually came a little closer, then skittered away–just slower than before.
Repeat. Over and over. The patience she displayed was incredible. And these boys know how hard it could be to generate trust with an animal. It was never an instant thing. By the time we finished our lunch, she had an arm around the filly’s neck, and was nuzzling gently into its mane.
The animal stood there, watching her carefully, but all the caution of before was gone. She gestured for one of the boys loitering nearby to come in, introducing him gently. I expected the creature to bolt at that point, but it didn’t. He wound his hands around her tiny waist and hiked her up.
My blood soared at the thought of another man’s hands on her, but hell, I wasn't one of the boys gawking at her from arm’s length. She tamed them as much as she did any of us, and the damn horse.
The horse still hadn’t moved, defying all the odds and every expectation of seeing her cornflower blue denim clad ass on the ground in the next moment. She leaned forward, talking softly in the horse’s ear, running her hands the length of its mane. A nod and the kid opened the coral gate. Then she was off, trotting hands free along the path that led through to the foothills–presumably where she found the damn thing this morning.
I wasn’t the only one staring after her with my jaw on the dusty ground when Jude started his midday round up of the hands to get them back to work.
“She’s something special.”
I twisted around to find Travis watching her departure with narrowed eyes. “Yeah. She is.”
“You talking about the horse or the girl, Kyle?” I sensed his eyes boring into my back as I turned around to watch their dual shadow disappear between the trees.
