Mile High (Up in the Air #2)(28)

I wriggled, trying to obey. It was challenging with an aroused James grinding into me. “You’re in the way. Or rather, your c**k is.”

He laughed, rubbing against me. “You’ll have to manage to ignore it. I’m up here to show you the rhythm. Like this.” He lifted my hips, then lowered them, clicking the horse into the trot. I supposed it was a lot like being on top. Princess trotted up and down, up and down, and James moved me with her momentum.

He was, of coarse, using the demonstration to his advantage, grinding against me every time I touched back down on the saddle. “You could go even higher, and it would still be a good trot. Try it.”

I did, and the exaggerated motion felt even more natural to me.

“Okay, now sit deep in the saddle and lean back a bit. We’re going to try a sitting trot next. You’ll keep in the saddle and just move with her. It’s a lot like learning to canter, so you’ll be prepared when I start teaching you that.”

I did as he instructed, and found the sitting trot a little more challenging. James leaned his chest against my back, hands on my hips. “Just move with her. Accept her rhythm and relax. Yes, perfect, Love.”

He leaned in, whispering roughly in my ear. “I’m going to f**k you on horseback soon. You’re going to straddle me while I ride, and we can f**k to this rhythm. It’s gonna be so hard and rough that you’ll be sore when we’re done. Would you like that?”

My mind went a little hazy and soft at his visual. “Yes. Can we do that?”

“Oh, yes. But not on Princess. We’ll take my stallion, Devil. He’s a huge beast of a horse, more than up to the task.”

His hand moved to my breast as he spoke, cupping it softly, his fingers finding my nipple as it hardened in response.

It was hard for me to focus after that, and James didn’t help, caressing me every time he corrected me.

He called a halt to the lesson some time later. I was aching and needy by then, the last half of the lesson a blur of sensual teasing.

“You’re a tease,” I told him, my tone breathless.

He hopped off the back of my horse in a smooth motion. He met my gaze with raised brows. “That’s a silly thing to say, when I’m about to make you come over and over again. Let’s work on your dismount. Swing your other leg over.”

I did, standing on just one side of the horse.

He grabbed me, pulling me down the rest of the way. “She’s too tall. You’ll need a mounting block if I’m not here to lift you. My horses are particularly tall breeds, for the most part. With those long legs of yours, though, you’d be able to mount almost any other kind of horse from the ground.” He spoke into my ear after he’d lowered me, pressing into my back. He made the words sound dirty, even though they weren’t. The man could make anything sound dirty.

He caressed my br**sts from behind, kissing and sucking on my neck. ”We’re going to f**k like animals in the horse stalls, and you’re going to love it.”

I gasped. “Aren’t there people around? Working?”

“I dismissed them all before I found you. I plan to make love to you in as many areas of this ranch as we can in one trip.”

I licked my lips. He’d never used the term make love before. I found it peculiar that he would do so now. “Make love? Isn’t what we do called f**king?” I asked him.

“Why can’t it be both?” James growled against me.

I didn’t have an answer for that. Instead, I thought of another question. The question embarrassed me, but I asked it anyways. My curiosity always seemed to win out on my pride where James was concerned. “How many women have you brought to this ranch?”

“Just you, Bianca. I usually come here to get some peace. The only properties I’ve ever brought women to were my New York and Vegas homes. Do you want me to buy new beds and such at those homes? Would that make you feel more comfortable?”

I thought he might be crazy, not for the first time. “Are you offering to get rid of anything in your homes that you might have used to f**k other women?”

“Yes.”

“I assume everything’s been cleaned thoroughly?”

“Of course.”

“Well, then that would be wasteful, and silly. Those beds have to be ungodly expensive.”

“I think the fact that you didn’t answer is an answer in itself,” he murmured.

I elbowed him softly. “Your beds look like works of art. I wouldn’t want you to get rid of them. I like them. How often do you get new beds just to humor a girl?”

He bit me hard enough to make me yelp. “There you go, belittling us again. You must know by now that I’ve never done any of this for anyone else. I was a slut once with my body, but I’ve never been a slut with my heart.”

He swung me into his arms suddenly, cradling me. “How are your injuries?”

I was surprised to realize that I had forgotten about them completely. “Good. Great.”

“Good. We’ll go take one of the trails tomorrow, with Princess and Devil.” As he spoke, he carried me into an empty stall. I realized that he’d been serious about where we were going to f**k. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He seemed to be a man of his word. Even when he said something I thought was a complete joke, he’d always followed through, so far. I tried not to linger on that thought, since he’d said some pretty outrageous things in just the last day.