Page 3 of Reining Her In

I stutter out more words of apology. “I am so sorry. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. But I should go.” With a frantic swivel of her head, I’m suddenly filled with anger because I’m sure she’s looking for Travis.

Even with her power still draining the blood from my brain, I manage to think of how to keep her with me longer. “I was just walking over to watch my student.” I raise my cane in the direction I know she needs to go. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get you some ice?” I need her to stay with me for at least a moment longer, so I move toward the open doors of the indoor area toward the outside where the hustle and bustle of spectators, grooms, trainers, riders, and horses make for a hectic energy.

I’m more aware than usual of my limp and the weight I place on my cane as I step forward.

But, I’m lost her eyes which remind me of blue glitter, and when she raises them to meet mine with a soft curve on her full, pink lips, I’m sure my heart stops. My dick’s been taking a decade-long sabbatical, but he’s back with a vengeance and walking with an erection the size of mine takes concentration.

Mine.

That word hits me with its new meaning.

Mine. I need her to be mine.

That thought slams around inside my head, making it hard to breathe. No woman has ever affected me this way, and I still don’t even know her name. But I know her scent. Something primal is going on because her smell has imprinted itself so deep inside me already, she’s becoming part of me.

My brow knits together, and an inner caveman surfaces. I scan the crowd, making sure no other man is looking at her. My lips are tight, ready to bare my teeth and lash out at anyone that comes too close. It seems I’ve been asleep for a very long time. A vampire in a darkened coffin. As though the fresh scent of virgin blood is in the air, and I’ve awakened with a need thumping so deep I’m scaring myself.

“Yes, I need to get out there and find my trainer. I’m up in the next level seven group. Travis hates when his students aren’t where he wants them to be.”

My trainer. His student.

I hate those words. They are my new least favorite words.

The muscles in the back of my neck ache with the tension so thick between us, but I step forward with her. She stands just to my shoulders. I’m close to six foot five inches, so I’d guess she’s about five six herself. Perfect size, with curves up top and an ass that has me ready to speak in tongues. It’s full and ripe, and the way she flutters her eyelashes when she looks at me, then just as quickly looks away, has this new, inner, dominant beast in me ready to guide her onto her knees.

My cane keeps time with our steps as we snake our way through the crowd, making steady headway through the throngs of other humans and animals. I squint at the bright sunlight. It’s a stunning day. Puffs of white clouds slowly make their way from west to east over the late summer sky here in Michigan. Announcers on loudspeakers fill the air; the hooves of horses clomping by mix the buzz in the air which is no match for the buzzing inside my body.

She flips her head to look at me and finds me looking back at her. Her eyes questioning, then focusing, and her lips drop open slightly. She draws a quick breath then just as quickly lets it go and I want so badly to feel it against my skin.

She pulls her lips to the side, and I count the seven freckles that dot the middle of her swooping nose. Her face reminds me of a Romanesque marble statue. Breathtakingly beautiful and round in all the right places. Cheeks like ripe peaches fill as she smiles. “You’re Reed Sawyer.”

It’s not a question, but the sound of my name on those lips reminds me that my heart's purpose is not simply to move blood through my veins.

“Yes.” Immediately I feel like a dolt for not introducing myself properly. This little angel has me forgetting my manners when I need them the most.

Her fingers come up to cover her lips, a shy, sweet awe spreading over her face.

Her hand lowers from her mouth to tug at the high collar of her white shirt. “Wow. The great Reed Sawyer almost broke my nose before my first international competition. I think that’s good luck.”

The crowd thickens around us; pushing in as we walk the worn grass path to where my student Nancy is ready to mount up and enter the ring.

Before I reply, a man’s voice shouting through the noise of the crowd and I flip my head around to see Travis flapping a hand in her direction with an irritated scowl.

“Ugh, see? He’s very particular. I need to go.” She jogs forward a few steps, and I’m losing her. A lump forms in my throat as the space between us increases.

A new sensation courses through me. Jealousy. Something I don’t ever remember feeling before. My fingers turn to fists, tightening with every step she moves closer to him.

“Wait, what’s your—“ I manage before she cuts me off with a disarming smile that sends drops of cum soaking into my underwear. Thoughts of pushing my face between her legs and breathing in her scent for hours on end tumble through my addled brain.

“It was nice to meet you.” She says as she scurries forward. “Maybe you’ll get to see my ride. Might be good luck. You want to be my good luck charm?” She crinkles her nose again and rubs it playfully between two fingers before turning and skipping away from me.

She breaks into a run, turning fully away, so I only see the back of her... The sound of Travis’s shouting at her to hurry up from down the grass track has the hairs on my neck on end. I want to go lay him out, shove my cane down his fucking throat for speaking to her like that.

For knowing her at all. Why him?

I shake my head and grip the top of my cane so hard my knuckles crack.

She’s out of earshot when I finally answer her last question. “I don’t want to be your good luck charm; I want to be your everything.”

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