Page 115 of Holding The Reins

CeCe rocks against the wand but her ass is pushing into my cock with every movement and it’s about to make me come all over her. I pull back to control myself, wanting this moment to be only about her pleasure.

I slide the wand down so CeCe can control the pressure she rides the vibrator with, holding it in place for her as she finds her rhythm in seconds, while I sit in awe behind her, watching the entire scenario unfold. My cock is past the point of hard. It’s an inhuman kind of hard as she moves. Every crevice and line of her back to her waist is torture, sheer torture, as she grinds against the toy with the shamelessness I hoped.

I tell her how beautiful she is as her head falls backward, and her hair tickles the top of her plump ass in front of me. I tell her how much I love her, how stunning she is when she comes, and she moans louder with every bit of praise I offer her.

Waves of ecstasy roll through her body from her toes all the way up as a thin layer of sweat covers her body.

“Good girl, Rae. Come for me, baby,” I whisper in her ear as she falls apart, while I glide the wand from the tight rosebud of her asshole back to her clit in a steady sort of movement, back and forth.

My balls are so tight, I fear I may lose it with her. The front row seat I have to the fireworks in front of me is almost too much as she comes, my lips trailing her back and her shoulders.

CeCe calls my name into the silence of the room against the hum of the wand.

“Oh God…Nash,” she says as she starts to come down.

I give her no time to catch her breath, I’m beyond desperate for her. I shut the toy off and slide two fingers into her dripping cunt and groan with mad desire for her as she does for me. I crook them into her and fuck her tight, wet paradise as desire rebuilds for her, and then when she begs me, I sheath myself inside her in one smooth deep thrust, calling her name as her body welcomes me home.

“I’d fucking live here forever,” I tell her and I would—inside her, as part of her, as hers as she is mine. Always.

Six Weeks Later

“Everything has to be perfect. You got your part done?” I take my hat off and run a hand through my hair.

Wade can see the look of panic on my face.

“You need to relax. Fuck, if a woman ever ties me up in bunches like this, shoot me where I fucking stand,” he grunts out as he brushes his horse.

Ivy snorts from the stall next to us. “I don’t think you have any fear of that happening, Chief. You’d have to have human emotions for that.”

“The girl’s got a point.” I grin.

She’s working out well, after only two weeks on the job. She’s got Mama Jo convinced and almost has Wade convinced to make a derby run.

Ivy gets under Wade’s skin every chance she gets and I swear some small part of her loves it. On paper, she’s a pro. In real life, she’s still a pro but she’s also a brassy-mouthed free spirit. Playing her worn acoustic guitar under a tree while she eats or reads. Mama Jo calls her a modern flower child. Wade calls her “Trouble.”

“Don’t you have something better to do than eavesdrop and insult your boss?” he bites out.

Ivy tosses her long black braid over shoulder and pats Wade on the chest as she breezes by him.

“Yeah, but I’ve only pissed you off twice today, so I figured one more snide comment was warranted.”

She turns to me and smiles wide. “You’ve got this, Nash. Everyone knows how crazy you are about her, don’t be nervous. There ain’t no need, baby.” She pats me on the cheek.

“Thanks, girl,” I mutter, blowing out a breath as Ivy leaves the barn.

“Don’t forget to meet me at three for Crenshaw’s saddle training. And don’t be late this time, Trouble,” Wade barks at Ivy.

“Can’t fuckin wait, Chief,” she calls back, waving a hand over her head.

“Fucking Christ, why couldn’t I have found a nice polite, silent type?” Wade mutters

I shrug. “She’s only like that with you because you do nothing but ride her ass twenty-four-seven. Give the girl a break. She’s the best at what she does.”

Wade makes a sound like, “Arghh.”

“I know. It’s really fucking annoying.” He rubs his forehead and goes back to brushing his horse.

I chuckle and feel the nerves welling up in my chest. I don’t know why I’m such a fucking nervous wreck.

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