As they followed the trail back to Beau’s property he avoided any conversation about Nickie’s life in the city, and chatted about his horses and their different personalities. She found it fascinating, showering him with questions, and by the time they were walking into the stable yard Nickie was hooked.
“I want to know everything you can tell me about horses,” she said enthusiastically as they came to a stop. “What do they eat, besides grass and hay obviously.”
“First things first,” he said patiently, delighted that she was so enthralled. “Saddles off, then we’ll clean them up and take them back to their paddocks.”
He jumped off Pepper, looped the reins around the hitching post and turned to help her dismount, but she was already sliding from the saddle; quickly placing his hands around her waist he guided her down.
“Thanks,” she said shifting around to face him.
“I’m glad you had such a good time,” he smiled.
“I did, I absolutely loved it, except for those kids, but even then…”
Her eyes were dazzling up at him, and as she moved her body against his and brought her arms around his neck, he felt his pulse quicken and his sleeping cock spring to life.
“We’ve gotta take care of the horses,” he breathed, wondering how he could pull himself away.
“Can’t you give a girl a quick kiss?”
“Yep, but I’m not sure I can quit there.”
“Works for me,” she winked.
Clutching her ass with one hand, he placed his other on her back pressing his chest against her, and dropping his head down he planted his mouth on hers with a fervent hunger. As his lips roamed he felt her responding, and hearing her soft needful noises was almost painful; aching to whisk her into the barn and rip off her clothes he gently pulled back.
“We’ve gotta take care of these horses,” he muttered.
“Right now?” she whispered gazing up at him.
“Yep, right now,” he sighed, “but it won’t take long. I’ll show you how to get this saddle off,” and reluctantly stepping back he reached around her to unbuckle the girth.
Nickie leaned against Trixie’s neck for support; Beau was unlike any man she’d ever met. He made her feel things, unfamiliar things, and she wanted him, all of him. Watching his strong hands lift the saddle from the mare’s back she could imagine them fondling her body, caressing her skin, and she had an unexpected vision; he was pinning her down by her wrists, devouring her neck as he ravaged her.
The thought rattled her; it was a fantasy she’d carried for years, always fearful of expressing the dark need to any of her lovers.
You would, you would do that, I can feel it. You would hold my wrists at the side of my head and just ravage me. Oh, I want to feel that so bad.
“Here, take this,” he said breaking into her thoughts.
Blinking herself from the salacious thoughts she saw he was holding the saddle out to her.
“Oh, okay, sorry,” she stammered taking it from his arms.
“Carry it into the barn, I’ll be right behind you.”
“It’s heavy, like, really heavy,” she frowned.
“The sooner you get in the barn, the sooner you can put it down. You’ll see an empty saddle rack next to the others, it’s obvious.”
“Oh, man, this is worse than doing weights in a gym,” she complained as she started forward.
He watched to make sure she got safely through the door, then taking his time he unbuckled his own saddle and followed her inside. He found her staring at the row of saddles and bridles, her back to him, her hands on her hips, and her curvaceous backside seemed to be begging for attention. He glanced at his watch; the boys would still be driving the truck through the fields throwing out the lunchtime hay.
Darting forward he grabbed her elbow, and pulling her with him to a nearby bale of hay he yanked her across his lap.
“Wait! What the hell?” she wailed.
“I’m just gonna give you a quick spankin’,” he declared dispatching his hand with a sound swat.
“OW! Why?”
“Because, Nickie, you need it,” he exclaimed raining slaps on her upturned behind, “and you’re gonna ask nicely for things in future, not demand them or expect them.”
“OW, OW, OW, okay, you’ve made your point,” she protested.
“A few more, real hard, then we’ll be done for now!”
“For now? You’ve got to be-OWWWW!”
“No more comments,” he declared continuing to swat, “just be still and take your spankin’.”
“Ooh, Beau,” she wriggled.
“I said, be still!”
Returning his hand to the center of her bottom he spanked her several times in rapid succession, eliciting loud yelps, then as quickly as he’d brought her over his knee, he lifted her to her feet and hugged her tightly. The spanking lit a fire not just on her bottom, but between her legs, and unable to stop herself she wriggled her crotch against his thigh.
“Owww, my butt is burning,” she moaned.
“I know sugar, and if you meant what you said, if you wanna learn from me, you can expect more quick spankin’s just like that one.”
“Ooh, Beau, I don’t know what to say, except…”
“Except?” he crooned dropping his lips to her neck.
“Except…I want you so much…I want to be naked with you so much, and I swear, what you just did made me want you even more.”
“Feelin’s mutual,” he purred, “but first we’ve gotta brush off our horses.”
“I can’t stand it,” she groaned. I’ve never felt like this. This is unbelievable.
“Come on, they need cleanin’ up, then we can take them back to their paddocks. They need somethin’ to eat and they need water.”
Breaking their hug he moved to a nearby trunk and retrieved a plastic tack box filled with grooming supplies.
“Follow me, I’ll show you how to pick out Trixie’s feet.”
“Pick out her feet?” God, Beau, I can hardly breathe. My ass is on fire, my legs are all wobbly, and all I want to do is lay down and curl up against your chest.
“Yep, come on,” he smiled. “The faster we get this done, the faster we can get in the house, have lunch-”
“Lunch?” she interrupted. “Who gives a shit about lunch?”
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry, sorry, who cares about lunch, is that better?”
“Yep. If I hadn’t just spanked you I’d be doin’ it right now. You’re too pretty to have a mouth like that. Come on now, follow me,” and trying to ignore his bursting cock he headed outside.
“Stand there and watch, I’ll show you how this is done.”
Though she wanted to grab his arm and pull him into the house, she stood quietly as he lifted Trixie’s foot and scraped out the dirt and small stones she’d picked up on the trail.
“See? You do that other one,” he directed handing her the hoof pick.
They continued grooming the horses, and he introduced her to the various tools and their uses, but she found it difficult to focus on anything except him; his eyes and the long black lashes that framed them, his smell, his lips, his wide shoulders and broad hands, and when they were finally leading Trixie and Pepper back to their paddock, she stopped, let out a long sigh and leaned against him.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Not really,” she replied. “Do you affect all women this way?”
“What way?” he asked as he started walking again.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she frowned keeping in step beside him. “I’ll bet every girl in town is after you.”
“Nickie! Why would you say somethin’ like that?”
“Even that kid, Amy, at the hotel, even she wants you.”
“Nickie,” he chuckled, “you’re a gorgeous, sexy woman, I could ask you the same question. I’ll bet you’ve got a dozen guys bangin’ at your door back in the city.”
“The men I’ve known, the men I know,” she sighed, “they’re all so predictable.”
They’d reached the fields, and after Beau had released Pepper he rejoined Nickie and continued the short distance to the next gate, moving in with her as she undid Trixie’s halter and set her free.
“So, you’ve had your first ride, cleaned up your horse, and brought her back to her paddock. How do you feel?”
“It’s fantastic, Beau, and I want to do it all again, all of it,” she twinkled.
Heading out of the paddock Beau made sure the gate was secure, then putting his arm around her shoulder they headed up to the house.
“You never did answer me,” she said softly.
“About what?”
“You know, the women around here.”
“Nickie, what you just said about the men you know? They’re predictable?”
“Yeah?”
“Predictable is another word for borin’, right?”
“Yeah, I guess it is,” she replied.
“There are some real fine ladies around here, but they’re kinda like those guys. I don’t mean that unkindly, and there’s somethin’ else,” he said slowly, “there’s a thing called chemistry. You ever heard of that?”
“Sure,” she grinned.
“I kinda think that might be happenin’ here. Whatta you think?”
“Um, I think you might be right.”
They were almost at the house and he paused, took her face between his hands and kissed her lightly.
“That’s another first,” he drawled.
“What is?”
“We agreed on somethin’.”
She gazed up at his deep blue eyes and felt a sizzle down her spine.
“Can lunch wait?” she whispered.
“For a month of Sundays,” he replied.