Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2)(44)

Dylan must have thought the same thing, because he started to move. Obviously, he was in agreement with her that the only course of action was forward.

No going back now.

She winced at the friction, holding his stare, her chin on her shoulder. She couldn’t look away from his rigid face. It was wrong. The man was only sixty or so feet away. He might notice some tramped-down grass and identify where she’d left the path. He could step off the trail and be upon them in a moment. It would be humiliating to be discovered.

But the moment was too volatile. What was happening between Dylan and her wasn’t going to end anywhere but in explosion.

For a moment, she lost count of where the man was. Dylan wasn’t thumping his pelvis against her bottom anymore. Instead, he was stopping just short of making contact, his hips moving fast, fluid, and furious. It was enough. It was more than enough. Blood was pulsing in her ears and pooling in her sex. She’d never known a man could f*ck so silently, yet so forcefully. She bit her lip, stifling a moan with effort. It wasn’t something she could control.

She was going to come.

Maybe Dylan sensed her agony, because suddenly he transferred one hand to her shoulder. His other hand slid over her mouth. The feeling of his glove against her lips sent her over the edge. He silenced her cry with his pressing hand. She shuddered in climax, biting down on the soft leather with her front teeth. Pleasure gushed through her, hot and forceful. He f*cked her while she came, using his hold on her shoulder to power his thrusts.

She blinked open her eyes a moment later as her orgasm waned. She’d heard the snap of a twig, and then silence. Dylan thrust into her, and then went still as well. Alice held her panting breath. She tried desperately to hear past her roaring heartbeat. Slowly, and very deliberately, Dylan stepped closer, sliding his cock into her to the hilt. He pressed. Alice’s eyes sprang wide at the pressure.

Her lungs burned with a need to breathe, but she was stifling her pants.

Then she heard it. The man’s footsteps on the path. He was jogging in the direction of the stables. Now he was running.

A deep, ominous growl vibrated in Dylan’s throat. His hand slid off her mouth. He clutched at her hip and thrust hard. She whimpered at the sensation of his cock swelling inside her. He shuddered behind her, and she knew he was coming. His warmth filled her. She tried to move, to stroke his cock a little as he climaxed, but he gave a small grunt and fixed her in place with his hands.

She clamped her eyes shut, experiencing his sweet agony along with him as he emptied himself at her farthest reaches, his big body shuddering behind her.


*

SOONER than either of them was ready for, he withdrew. She stung a little. He hadn’t ridden her as forcefully as he had in the past, but he hadn’t lied about coming deep and hard in her. The second he was gone, she felt empty.

He immediately bent and straightened her shorts and panties around her ankles. He drew them up her legs and over her hips. She straightened, helping him furtively by pulling them up. She watched him as he drew up his boxer briefs and hastily fastened his jeans. When he was nearly finished, he glanced up, his gaze moving over her face.

“I hope you thought your little game was worth getting him fired.”

“You’re going to fire him from Durand?” she asked, straining to mute the anger in her tone.

“No,” he said, glancing into the forest. “From this assignment, though. You’re coming back to the castle at night. His services aren’t needed anymore.”

She opened her mouth to protest his cocky assumption, but he cut her off. “Let’s move before he returns. Kar Kalim is back this way,” he said, referring to his horse. He gestured with his head toward the northwest. Alice nodded, too dazed following their illicit, outrageous tryst to say much of anything coherent.

She followed him, their progress slowed by brush and thick foliage. They finally reached a slight clearing. On the far side of the clearing, Alice noticed a horse path. She saw Kar Kalim tethered loosely to some lowlying bushes. He was even bigger than Quinn, the horse on which Dylan had given her first lesson last week. His coat color reminded her of Dylan’s eyes—so dark brown it was nearly black and so lustrous it shone. The horse regarded them as they walked into the clearing, his gaze striking Alice as intelligent and regal.

“How did you know where I was?” Alice whispered as Dylan approached Kar Kalim and reached for the tether.

Dylan merely pointed west. Alice stepped back and saw the break in the trees. In the distance, there was a clear shot of a stretch of the beach and a pale blue Lake Michigan.

“You saw me jogging?”

Dylan nodded. “I knew Janocek would be following after a bit.”

“Janocek? That’s the name of the guy you’ve had watching me at night?”

His mouth was drawn in a tight line of dissatisfaction. “As much good as it’s done me. Either I have a highly incompetent security team at Durand, or you’re damn near impossible to guard,” he said, his swift, annoyed glance telling her loud and clear he knew which option it was. “I saw you glance back, like you knew you were being followed. There was something on your face. Rebellion. Then you took off like a shot. I had a feeling you were about to pull something.”

“I don’t like being followed. I don’t like being watched all night, either,” Alice said thickly, finding it difficult to meet his eyes. In truth, she was a little embarrassed. Her actions suddenly struck her as juvenile.