Page 33 of Reining Her In

“What have you done?” I lean in next to him as he walks us toward the back of the barn. Ruby’s here at his farm, our farm I mean, as well as my two other retired horses that were at my parents.

When we reach the end of long hallway flanked with stalls filled with million-dollar horses as well as the few rescues we’ve picked up in the last year, Reed stops.

“Close your eyes.”

“Are you kidding me? What is this? You’re not going to scare me, are you?”

“Just close your eyes and stop giving me grief. Your ass is still red from this morning. You’d be crying like Mallory if I turned you over my knee again today.”

“Fine,” I grunt but I secretly love it all. Even the spankings. Who would have thought?

I squeeze my eyes shut and Reed bellows out the open doors to someone who must be waiting. “Bring it around.”

The next thing I hear is the deep rumble of an engine.

“Open your eyes, beautiful.”

When I look, there is the biggest, most beautiful black and silver motor home I’ve ever seen. Complete with a bright blue bow on top. The color of a winning show ribbon. Only this isn’t your average motor home – towed behind it is a four horse trailer. Sleek and as cutting edge as the motorhome.

“Oh my God.” My hands go to cover my mouth.

“When we go to your next show, we’re going in style. We’re all going to be together. You, Mallory, me and Ruby. I don’t want us apart for even a day. We have a professional driver and everything we could want or need in there.”

It’s been a struggle figuring out how I’m going to manage my riding career and family. But leave it to my husband to do whatever is in his power to make me happy.

“Thank you.” I hug him so tightly around his middle I hear him groan.

“You’re welcome. But, I think there is a better way for you to thank me, Mrs. Sawyer.”

Reed’s hand comes down to smack on my ass, stinging the still sensitive spot where he lit me up this morning.

I break away into a teasing run toward the giant mobile condominium’s open side door. The driver has already taken leave because I’m sure Reed told everyone to clear out as soon as they delivered the gift. He’s as horny for me as that first night we were together and honestly, I am as well.

“Get ready, beautiful, we’re about to christen your new home on the road.”

Reed speeds up his walk coming after me. The click of his cane next to him. I don’t think that there is one thing about him I don’t find sexy. I even love his cane. And his crooked walk.

“You have to catch me first.” I dart inside the motor home. It’s like a New York penthouse inside. All sleek wood and comfortable soft fabrics. He hits the door right behind me, fire in his eyes.

“You best be ready. I’m hungry and there’s a lot of surfaces in here where you are about to be fucked my sweet beauty. So get your ass in that king-sized bed, because I’m about to have a pussy feast. Knees wide, beautiful, you know the drill.”

He’s an amazing lover. He’s a good man. A great father. An attentive and caring husband. A wonderful provider for everything I need. Including some well-deserved discipline from my trainer now and then.

And one more thing.

He’s hung like a horse.

And that makes for a special kind of happily ever after.