Page 15 of Reining Her In

C H A P T E R S I X

Reed

I’m supposed to be here to help her, but I can’t help what happens next. She squeezed my fingers. A gentle tug was all it took.

My mouth nearly crushes hers as I take our first kiss.

Her lips taste innocent as they open, my tongue lighting up with the first flavor of her. Something rumbles out of me like a pained groan, because it hurts. This kind of intensity hurts in a spectacular way.

Her tongue answers me with its movement, her own sweet, tiny sounds that make my dick shatter the ceiling of the space available in my pants. He’s curling in half as he grows, and I hope she doesn’t notice.

If I had my way, I’d hear that tiny moan every second of every day for the rest of my life. It’s more than beautiful; it calls to me.

It’s lips and soft moans and the soft click of teeth meeting teeth before I break away, my hand grasping possessively around the side of her face. My thumb rasping back and forth in an attempt to feel as much of her soft skin as it can. My fingertips digging harder than they should into the back of her neck, bringing my forehead to rest on hers.

“I’m sorry.” My face is flushed, I’m shaking. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

My head is throbbing, along with my balls. They are tight against my body and something inside me is born. Something that wants her in a way that frightens me. An obsession explodes and I’m not sure I can tame it enough to keep from hurting her. I want my cum dripping from her; I want to feel her flesh to flesh from the inside. I need her vulnerable, available, spread for me to enjoy and make filthy with me. Never before has a woman ignited this kind of lust, these kinds of thoughts, and frankly I’m scared shitless.

“I’m not sorry,” she murmurs as I desperately try to regain control of the animal she’s created in me.

The air in the room seems to disappear. My lungs ache but inside my head, I think, who needs oxygen? I have only one need and she is the only way to satiate that need.

The idea that this innocent beauty and I are sharing similar thoughts is enough to make me nearly cum in my pants. Drops of liquid are already soaking through the fabric below my waist, and I think I would need another ten layers to hide her effect on me.

The sight of her cheeks rising pink, the way her nipples greet my gaze from under the faded hospital gown, make me want to tear the offending fabric into shreds and have her never be clothed around me again. Who is this dominant beast? I’m the ever reserved, commanding, cool leader. Always in control.

Not now. If I had my way, I’d slam the furniture against the door of this room and take her right here. A single word thrums in my head. It won’t stop as much as I try to push it away.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I fight the urge to crawl on top of her and make her filthy in ways I never imagined before her. But with the taste of her lips, thoughts of my cum inside her are fighting with the civilized parts of me to maintain some control.

I imagine slicing my tongue between her dripping cunt lips for the first time. It’s one of many things I’ve never done before. My words growling into her body, saying every filthy word I can think of as I breathe her in and swallow her flavor.

I imagine the subtle differences in the texture of her skin on my tongue, the ripples and folds, the hard nub where I want to draw her between my lips and consume the very essence of her. I want to make love to her with my mouth for hours.

“That shouldn’t happen.” I take a deep breath and stand, my hand grazing down her shoulder and arm before I break contact and turn toward the window. I’m hoping like hell she hasn’t seen the hard-on I’m sporting.

More than anything, I want her to trust me, and she can’t trust me if I’m like this. Primal and wanting. I remember the curves of her body yesterday, the sway of her ass as she walked. I shake my head to clear the heavenly vision just as the door opens and her mother sashays back into the room, holding a steaming cup of hospital coffee and wearing a reserved smile.

I step back, attempt to slow my breath and clear my head.

We take a few minutes to discuss my training and how it will work, but the whole time Constance shoot me sidelong glances. I do my best to keep the discussion professional.

Her mother is apprehensive until I throw a few names out there of the champions I’ve trained. Suddenly, her eyes twinkle with hopeful stars and I use her need to live vicariously through her daughter’s success to my advantage. I’d do almost anything to have her under my care but I’ll start by getting her as my student.

“We’ve always been happy to pay for the very best for Constance.” Her mother takes a step forward. “Whatever your fees, just send us a bill.” Her mother is more than on board and even if she weren't I would make this happen. But, this way it’s easier on Constance and that’s what matters to me.

“No.” I take another step toward the door. “That’s not necessary. This is what I do. Your daughter will be safe with me.”

“I’m not sure about the living situation.” Her mother looks at Constance, then at me with a quizzical purse of her lips.

“Re-building confidence and trust between horse and rider after a traumatic event is more than just a few training sessions a week, Mrs. Montgomery. If I’m going to get Constance and Ruby back in sync and working as a unit, she needs to spend a lot of time with her horse.”

And me.

“But, your father said no more Ruby—“

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