Saddle Up(68)

“I want whatever you want.” Her expression was an irresistible combination of innocence and seduction as she backed toward the bed. “I want you to show me what you want.”

He followed her with his eyes as he undressed, his gaze slowly devouring her—from the red-gold curls cascading down her shoulders and over her erect pink nipples, to her smooth pale belly, her golden nest, and then down her long, slender legs to her pale pink toenails and back up again. “Are you sure? I won’t be gentle,” he warned.

She eyed his erection and then replied, “I don’t want or need gentle. I want you, Keith.”

It was all he needed to hear. He shoved a hand into his pocket to retrieve his wallet and the lone condom he hoped was still there. His hands shook as he gloved himself.

“Turn around,” he commanded. “Spread your legs.”

Hardly giving her a chance to comply before grabbing her hips, he spun her around. Holding her hip with one hand, he glided the other between her legs. She clamped her thighs together on a hiss, trapping his hand in her sex. He shut his eyes on a groan as her hot, wet heat greeted his fingers.

“You’re very wet,” he murmured, his mouth playing on her shoulder.

“And you’re very hard,” she rasped, letting out a little moan as he pressed his erection against her ass while simultaneously stroking and caressing her clitoris.

“I’ve had a raging hard-on since you started this whole damned breeding discussion.”

“That was the idea,” she confessed with a giggle.

“I should punish you for that. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it.”

“Maybe you’ll beg first,” she rejoined, arching her back and teasing him with her ass.

He squeezed his lids shut on a groan. Holy shit. Maybe she was right.

“Keith? What happens once the stallion knows the mare is ready for him?”

“She spreads her legs and lifts her tail. Bed. Now,” he growled, throbbing with the need to penetrate. “I want you on your elbows and knees.”

She climbed up onto the mattress, presenting herself, ass raised. The vision of her pale round globes and glistening pink sex were almost more than he could take.

“Now what?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.

“He mounts her by taking hold of the back of her neck with his teeth, and penetrates.” Sliding between her legs into liquid silk, he began rhythmically rocking his hips, coating himself in her sweet, wet heat. She let out a gasp as he simultaneously sank his teeth into her shoulder and pierced her. “Is this what you wanted?” he ground out, sweat beading his brow in his effort to hold back.

“Don’t stop,” she hissed, arching her back and taking him deeper.

Stifling a groan, he slowly withdrew and thrust again, hard and deep, Pleasure jolted through him like an arrow piercing his body. Setting a ruthless rhythm, he drove in and out, stretching and filling her while the echoes of softly slapping flesh melded with guttural grunts and reciprocal moans. Pouring everything into her, he slammed into her harder, faster as his balls tightened with explosive need.

“Now, Aiwattsi,” he growled.

She cried out as her body seized beneath his, her sheath clenching and quaking in spasms that stunned him with sensation. He threw his head back on a feral cry as she milked him to his release. Sweating and panting, Keith collapsed over her, his mind numb and his body spent.





Chapter 24


Miranda stirred against him with a contented purr and then suddenly froze. “Did you hear something?” A soft knock followed her question.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

“Damn! It’s Jo-Jo!” Roused instantly to wakefulness, she leaped from the bed. “What are we going to do?”

“Not much we can do.” Keith shrugged, tossing her a boot as she snatched up her clothes. “Either we ignore her and hope she gives up looking for you, or we go out there and admit we’re caught.”

“I can’t let her see us like this!” she hissed, frantically wriggling into her jeans.

“Coward.” He jerked his on as well and stomped into his boots. “Do you really think we can hide this from her?” His gaze narrowed. “Or is that what you really want, Miranda? To keep our relationship a secret?”

“Of course not!” she protested. “But how is it going to look to her? You just got here, and we’re already…”

“We’re what?” He cocked a brow.

“We’re…we’re…” She flushed deep pink.

“Can’t say it, Miranda?” he taunted.

“I could if I knew what it was!” She threw her arms into her blouse. “What are we doing anyway, Keith?”

“Your shirt’s inside out,” he remarked calmly.

“Crap!” she cried.

“Miranda? Keith? Are you here?” Jo-Jo pushed the bedroom door open.

Miranda gasped. Keith was still shirtless, and Miranda’s was inside out. She also wore only one boot. Jo-Jo regarded them, her forehead puckered and lips pursed, as her gaze raked over their half-dressed state. “I…um…we were just…er…ah…” Miranda stammered.

Keith stepped forward. “Miranda was just helping me to get settled.”