From Horse Riding to Jackhammering

Travis will have sorted my jobs today because it’s a weekend, and I won’t be doing them as often now I’m going to be busy with the course.

I’m looking forward to having something to focus on again, but not the course itself. It’s just something that never interested me, but my dad thinks it’s the best option for being successful.

All I ever wanted before was to be successful and continue to afford bigger cars, better houses, and nicer things, but now I’m not so sure. I’m liking the reduced pressure that comes with a simple life.

Maybe I had started to dream the same dreams as Tobias—a nice house built by him, flatbed dates, two-stepping, and being serenaded by my very own cowboy as we make love into the night.

I sigh at the thought of what nearly was. Now my short-lived dreams have changed. Now I’m just focusing on getting through this course and getting back to England ASAP.

“Looking mighty fine there, darlin’,” Tanner says as he rides close to me.

I’m heading up to the stable. Dawn asked me to go for a horse ride with her, but she hadn’t mentioned Tanner.

“What’s up, Tanner?”

“Family ride out,” he adds.

I stop and look at him as he draws his horse to a halt.

“But I’m not your family.”

“Dawn and Toby are, though.”

“What? Tobias is coming?” I ask. What is Dawn playing at?

It’s a hot day. I have my Gucci sunglasses on and I’m wearing my denim shorts with a thin-strap vest top. If I had known Tobias was going to be here, I would have done my makeup and made more of an effort.

“Finally,” Dawn says as I pop my head in the stables. “Oh,” she adds as she looks me up and down. “You can’t ride like that, darlin’.”

“I’m fine,” I protest. “Who am I riding?”

I’m annoyed at Dawn for not giving me the heads up on this family outing. I don’t know what she thinks this will achieve, but I know it’s someone’s carefully planned scheme to get me and Tobias talking.

“But your legs will—”

“Just let the princess do as she pleases,” Tobias says disparagingly.

I look at him and his hard face turns softer when I impressively mount the horse on my own—Ha, he didn’t know I had been practicing with Kayla! She may be a little shit, but she’s one of the best riders I’ve seen around here.

“I thought as it’s such a lovely day we could ride up to Mount Ridge and head down by the lake.”

I don’t have a clue what Dawn is talking about, so I just follow her lead. I hope it’s not too much of a difficult ride, as I’ve only been out on a horse a couple of times with Tobias.

“You okay, there, princess?” Tobias asks as I linger way behind.

I kick my heel into the horse to get it to move faster but it just ignores me.

“I think mine’s broken,” I shout.

Tobias laughs and holds back until I catch up. Tanner and Dawn are well ahead of us, and I wonder if this horse was part of the plan.

She knows Tobias is a gentleman—she knows no matter how angry he is with me, he would never leave me struggling.

“He’s just not feeling you. Jack here was a sluggish horse until we worked together. They have to be an extension of you.” He leans over and rubs Jack's head. It’s strange how the horse loves him so much but loathes everyone else.

“Try a gentle tap on the sides with your lower leg there. Don’t pull back on the reins. Remember, that will give him mixed messages.”

“No mixed messages,” I repeat, and Tobias grins.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

When we get moving at a better pace, Tobias is still staying back with me. Dawn and Tanner have all but disappeared into the distance.

“You go on, don’t let me hold you back,” I say, feeling bad that Tobias is going at a snail’s pace. I know he likes to go with speed.

I was very impressed the last time we came out together on the horses. He’s a true cowboy and rides like a pro.

But he refuses as we move slowly, side by side.

After two hours, we finally arrive back at the stables. Tanner and Dawn have already unsaddled and are probably at home in their comfies by now.

“My darn legs,” I say as I jump off the horse. The tops of my legs are red from the sun and I have chafed like hell.

Tobias laughs. “Well, Dawn did warn you, princess.”

I smile at him and screw up my face. I’m glad Dawn made us do this—I feel comfortable with him again, like we have moved forward and finally gotten over the issue lingering between us.

His smile lights up his face again when he looks at me.

“Why don’t you let me take you out in my car? I may not be fast on a horse, but my new car will give your dumb-arse truck a run for its money.”

He thinks, and I silently pray that he will take me up on my offer. I don’t want to leave him—I want more time with him. When he nods in agreement, I screech, my hope returning.

“Come on, then, cowboy. Get ready for the ride of your life,” I say as I grab the keys from the lounge.

Frankie’s smile turns to a frown when he sees Tobias. I get that he’s looking out for me, but I’m young and young people make dumb decisions.

“Good luck, boy,” I hear Frankie say from the porch as Tobias climbs into the passenger side.

He looks odd in my BMW wearing his cream cowboy hat. It suited the horse but the flashy car it does not.

As the engine roars to life, my music starts. I’m playing “Cruise”. Tobias nods his head and laughs when he figures out it’s the Nelly remix. I gotta keep my townie credit somehow.

“She was sippin’ on Southern and singin’ Marshall Tucker…” Tobias sings.

He laughs, and I’m not sure if it’s because he loves it or hates it, but he’s smiling, and that’s enough for me.

“Oh Lord, take it easy, princess,” he says as I take a corner at sixty.

“I’ll show you what this baby can do.” I smile, but he looks scared.

“You want a go?” I ask. He shakes his head, but he doesn’t have to be asked twice before he is in the driver’s seat.

“This baby is sweet,” he says as he thunders down the country road. He obviously likes the fast life too and has the advantage of knowing the roads like the back of his hand.

He eventually pulls over so we can swap over. He turns toward me before getting out to trade places.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he says, his eyes searching my face for a response.

“Not as sorry as I am for this whole mess,” I reply.

He leans closer and puts his lips to mine. Once we connect, it’s like a flame has been ignited. I lean into him to get closer, to feel him against me.

My body craves his, and I pull at his shoulders as I try to obtain him, all of him.

He pulls away and slips his hand down to unbuckle his belt. I watch curiously as he moves around the car and opens my door, wondering if he’s already regretting the kiss.

“Follow me, princess,” he says as he takes my hand.

I feel like I’m in a Taylor Swift video, chasing him through a field, the long grass tickling my legs. He stops when we reach a barn.

It’s evident from the way he navigates around this place that it’s familiar to him.

He pulls me harshly into the barn as he consumes me. His hands take in every inch of my body, moving with haste and hunger.

I can’t wait any longer, my hands go straight to his belt, his button, his zipper. Once his jeans drop around his ankles, I tease him with my hand as it glides over his erection.

Low groans escape his mouth, and he fumbles to remove my tight denim shorts.

Leaning me over some kind of appliance, he lifts my top and gently kisses my stomach, letting his warm kisses trail down my body as he lowers my shorts.

The excitement of being caught builds, and I try to keep my pleasure at bay as he aggressively pulls me up and turns me so my back is against him.

I feel my legs go weak with pleasure, but his strong hands hold onto me, guiding me to where he wants me to go. As I bend forward, his weight drops onto my back, and I feel his soft, gentle lips move to my sun-kissed shoulders.

My body dances with satisfaction, and the anticipation of him entering me builds. Pleasant shots of adrenaline surge through my body at the thought of his hard, erect penis bulging and yearning for me.

I can almost feel the blood pumping around my veins as my own body prepares my muscles for exertion. I hear the tear of the condom wrapper. My senses heighten with my arousal as my body eagerly waits for him to penetrate me.

I try to contain my screams as he goes fast and hard, jackhammering into me. No more Mr. Nice Guy. He’s letting it all out, and I have never been more turned on.

“Do you like that, princess?” he mumbles in a sultry, breathy voice.

I struggle to catch my breath to answer.

He whispers slowly into my ear. “I...want...you...to...scream...my...name...as...you...cum.”

As his tongue traces down my spine, I cannot hold on any longer.