Hitched (Hitched #1)(43)

"We're going horseback riding?"

He nods and leans in to whisper in my ear. "While I'd prefer you ride me, I think this could also be fun."

I blush and remember last night. We made love with his parents in the house, which felt naughty and forbidden, and I tried to be very quiet despite Sebastian's assurance that no one would hear us in this huge house.

As if he can tell what I'm thinking, he brushes his lips against my neck, his tongue flicking ever so gently against my skin as the warmth of his breath tickles me.

I melt against his broad chest as his arms encompass me.

"Ready to have some fun?" he asks.

"Depends on what you have in mind?" I'm imagining us naked, sheets tangled around us as our bodies rub against each other.

But he guides me outside to the horses, and I see he's got an entirely different fantasy at play here. Which is fine. This probably isn't the time for sexy. Unfortunately. Because this man, this f*cking man, makes me want him all the f*cking time, and it's driving me nuts.

He stops by the horse I fed yesterday. Winnie. She's beautiful, and it seems as if she remembers me as she pushes her head against my hand. "Sorry girl, I didn't bring treats this time."

Her soft lips explore my empty hands before she settles for me petting her as Sebastian saddles her for a ride.

"Who's riding her?" I ask.

"We both are," he says as he finishes up.

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow at him. This isn't what I'd been expecting.

"Really. Hop on, my dear."

I'm not as graceful as I would like, but I manage to mount her without too much embarrassment. Sebastian eases himself up as if he's spent his life doing this. Which, I guess he has. His chest is pressed against my back, cock stiffening against my ass. I snuggle in against him as he takes the reins and clicks his tongue at Winnie.

The day is hot, which isn't surprising, but the breeze from riding cools me, and I enjoy the feel of the wind in my hair as we gallop over acres of his family's property.

When Sebastian slows the horse, I think we're stopping, but instead he frees one of his hands and wraps his arm around my waist, his mouth at my ear. "I want to make love to you under my favorite tree by the lake," he says as his hand slips into my jeans and below my panties.

Our thighs are pressed together, our bodies connected as his finger finds my clit and rubs it. When he moves his hand lower, sliding one, then two fingers into my * as he continues his attention on my clit with this thumb, I moan, leaning back into him. "You're bad," I tell him breathlessly.

"You make me want to do bad things, Ms. Michaels," he says.

The movement of the horse under us pushes his fingers deeper. His teeth bite into my neck, not roughly, but enough that the shock of it combined with his fingers forces my body into a coil of nerves and tightly contracted muscles looking for release.

When I come, it is fast and hard. The horse picks up pace, either at Sebastian's instruction or on her own, I'm not sure. I'm lost in a wave of pleasure as his fingers bring me to a greater and greater climax.

He timed this well. We arrive at a lake, with a large weeping willow tree shading a grassy knoll. I'm still shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm when he stops and slides off the horse, helping me down. He leads Winnie to the water for a drink, then ties her near some nice looking grass.

I sink into the grass under the shade, my body a noodle after his naughtiness.

But he gives me no time to recover as he moves between my legs and pulls off my shirt. "I missed your tits," he says, freeing them from my bra and tossing it to the side.

"They missed you." I unbuckle his pants and pull them open, freeing his hard, throbbing cock.

Shafts of sunlight sneak through the leaves, warming my breasts as he lays me down and frees me from my jeans and underwear.

Soon we are both naked, the soft grass under us, shaded from the worst of the sun as water laps near our feet and birds sing, the only sounds are of nature and our breathing as he places his cock at the entrance of my *.

I love how he feels when he first enters me. That sensation of being stretched and filled, of his hard cock pushing into me until we are one.

And then he pulls me up and onto his lap, both of us sitting up, our chests pressed together, faces inches apart as I ride him, his hips moving in rhythm to mine, and he is so deep I can feel him everywhere. His hands explore my back and hips, tug on my hair, cover my body.

My nails dig into his shoulders. I know he'll have marks later, but I don't care. I can't stop. Everything is building again. It's almost too much. I don't know how my body can contain these feelings, both physical and emotional, as he locks eyes with me, his cobalt blue gaze piercing me as we come together in the shade of his childhood tree.

***

That night I gladly join in, helping to set up tables, decorate and get things ready for the rehearsal dinner on the grand pack porch. It feels good to be doing something familiar. Setting up for parties is my job, after all.

We finish in plenty of time and are enjoying a glass of wine as the sun sets, and guests begin to show up.

And I finally get to meet the elusive Matt.

He arrives just before his uncle and future aunt, wearing torn jeans, a black leather jacket and carrying a motorcycle helmet. He's just as handsome as his brother, with the same blue penetrating eyes, but he carries himself differently, more like he's ready to get into a bar fight at the first opportunity.