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“Oh, Dash!” Sierra’s large breasts swung as she bounced hard on Dash’s thick, dick. “Yes, oh. Yeah.” She held onto the stable door, swirling her body back and forth.
Dash flinched, his eyes wide and intense. “Sierra. Oh.”
“Right there.” She hovered over him, riding as if she were in the Kentucky Derby. “Grab my ass.”
“Yes.” He slapped her ass; small sprigs of hay went flying. “Ride me, Sierra.”
Their moans echoed through the stable, causing various horses to neigh at the passionate disturbance.
“Come for me, Sierra.” Dash grabbed her head, staring into her eyes.
“Oh.” She rode faster, her body erupting into an ocean of ecstasy. “Ah.” Her legs jolted, followed by a numbing sensation in the bottom of her feet. “Jesus.” Sweat seeped from her face and breasts.
“You’re not crying now.” Dash shoved his hands into her hay-tangled hair, holding her head to his moist chest. “Are you?”
“Nope.” She caught his pink nipple between her teeth. “Not anymore.”
****
“Ta dah!” A shirtless Hugh stood in Gabrielle’s kitchen the next morning, with a spatula. “Morning, Gorgeous.” He gave her a hard smack on the lips. “You sleep well? I did.”
She sat at the table, drifting in the aroma of strawberries. “What’s all this?”
“Your breakfast.” Hugh flipped pancakes in one pan and tended to the pork sausages in the one next to it. “I think it was in Essence Magazine a few years back when you said nothing’s more romantic than a man making you breakfast.”
She laughed, moving the floral centerpiece to the side. “You read that? Why am I not surprised?”
“And, you also said in Cosmopolitan you love fruit in your pancakes.”
She gushed. “I do.”
“Strawberry is your favorite fruit.” He winked at her over his shoulder. “So, I threw some in the pancake mixture and we got a darn good breakfast, baby.”
She approached, hugging him from behind. “It’s like you walked out of my fantasies.”
“That’s how I felt the day I met you.” He took the fluffy pancakes out the pan. “I don’t know if you like your pancakes thick or thin so I decided on fluffy.”
She turned him around. “Oh, any way you make them is fine with me.” She gave a kiss on his lips, ignoring both of their morning breaths. “We need to brush our teeth.”
They laughed.
“I’d take funky breath every morning if I am waking up with you.” He turned the sausage off and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You’re so beau...”
She put her finger on his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I can’t believe we made love. There no words to describe how happy I am, Gabrielle.”
“I’d still like to hear it,” she teased.
“How happy I am?” He walked around the kitchen, waving his arms. “As happy as a kid on the morning of Christmas. The sun is shining brighter. The birds are chirping louder, and everywhere I look there’s a glow.” He grabbed her and leaned against the counter. “Let’s get married.”
She laughed.
“I’m serious.” He swayed her. “Today. Let’s throw caution to the wind. It’s Hollywood. There are no rules here.” He danced with her. “Let’s do it.”
She laughed, patting his pecs. “Getting married on the spur of the moment isn’t my style.”
“It’s mine.” He kissed her nose. “I gotta tie you down so everyone knows you belong to me.”
“Maybe you should wait until we spend more time together. I might bore the heck out of you now.”
“Never.” He kissed her neck. “I’m under your spell. I want you even more than I did before.”
She broke from the embrace and got a glass from the cabinet.
“Something wrong?”
She filled her glass with apple juice.
“Gabby?” Hugh chuckled with nervousness as she sipped. “The tide shifted in here.”
“You want to be an official couple?”
“I’ve wanted that since I first saw your photo.”
“Isn’t there something you have to do first?” She sat at the table, glaring at him.
“You mean Sierra?”
“Yes, I would mean Sierra.” She crossed her arms on the table. “I don’t sleep with a man for no reason. If I put myself out there intimately it means I care about you.”
He swallowed, causing the silver stud in his ear to wiggle.
“I don’t want this to be a onetime thing.”
“Me either.” He sat in the chair beside her and took her hand. “I want us to be together forever.”
“I won’t be with you if Sierra is still in the picture.”
“Gabby—”
“I shouldn’t have slept with you.” She lifted a corner of the floral place mat. “I couldn’t stop myself.”
“You know why?” His cheeks blushed. “Because this is fate like I told you. Nothing can stop our love.”
“Whether it’s fate or not, this can’t continue if you’re with someone else.”
“I’m not with her in the way you mean.”
“Whatever the reason you’re with Sierra I don’t care.” She raised her hand. “I’m no one’s side piece. Either you’re with me only or not at all. I’m not sharing another man.”
“It’s no sharing because I don’t love her.”
“Then you need to make things clear to her.”
“Gabby.” He stood, chuckling. “We had a wonderful night together. I made you breakfast. Can’t we bask in the afterglow longer before getting so serious?”
“You need to take care of this as soon as possible.” She rubbed her palms together in a swift motion. “Plus, I don’t want any drama from Sierra because if she steps to me I’m getting Brooklyn on her ass.”
“I’ll do it.” He got the spatula. “But, things are hectic now because of the film.” He got the sausage out the pan. “She’s the producer’s daughter for god’s sake. It might cause a distraction.”
“I don’t give a damn if it causes a tsunami. I’ve told you your options.” She stood. “If you want me, then you break it off with Sierra or this is over.”
He set the spatula in the sink and exhaled.
“What if the shoe were on the other foot and I had a boyfriend?”
He sighed, wiggling his toes. “I wouldn’t be too pleased.”
“If I’m the woman of your dreams and you love me, then it shouldn’t be hard to talk to Sierra. It’s not your responsibility to protect her. She’ll have to learn how to deal with the hardships of life like everyone else. Coddling her won’t help.”
“She doesn’t have anyone to turn to.”
“Well, she can’t turn to you anymore if you’re gonna be my man.” She pointed at him. “Now, if you haven’t ended things with Sierra by the end of the day, then making love will be something we’ll never repeat.” She left the kitchen.
“Gabby, wait.” He followed her to the hall. “Gabby?”