Page 98 of Wildest Dreams

“I know he will, I'm not worried about his capability...” I trail off as we walk towards the stables

“Then what you worried about, Kid?” he asks, looking over his shoulder as he grabs a saddle and nods for me to do the same, my heart jack hammering in my chest.

“Worried about him. Worried about if he gets hurt whilst looking after her, worried that he will try and do too much then be stuck somewhere because he didn't want to let me down.”

“Dixie,” he stops in his tracks, turning to face me as we stand between the stalls. “He is a tough kid, but he knows his limits. He wouldn't do anything to put Lainey or himself in danger. Trust me.”

And I nod.

“He wouldn't have offered if he didn't think he was capable,” he smirks, turning and walking towards the back of the stable.“So,” his voice echoes around the stalls, “have you ever ridden before?”

My mind flashes back to last night and the way I rode Tripp and I have to clench my pussy at the thought.

“No,” I whisper, worried my voice will give away my dirty thoughts.

“This is going to be one hell of a ride,” he chuckles as he throws his saddle on to the back of his horse. “Let me guess,” he rasps, his eyes on me, “you've never tacked a horse before?”

I shake my head from side to side.

“Come,” he nods me over and I walk towards him, the leather saddle still tucked over my arms. “Watch me, then we will saddle your horse.”

I watch as he tosses the saddle blanket on the back of his horse before the saddle is placed on top. He readjusts it so it's sitting perfectly in the dipped part of the horse’s back. He reaches down and grabs a long leather strap that sits under the horse’s stomach, just behind it's front legs and he buckles it tight against the horse.

“That's called the girth,” he looks over his shoulder at me, “it needs to be tight, but you still want to be able to get two fingers underneath, so it's not too tight against the horse’s skin,” he shows me as he slips two fingers under the girth and I nod, knowing full well I will spiral into a panic soon.

He stands up, grabbing the bridal.

“Right, always do the bit first,” he smiles as he rests the metal bar in his hands, with two circles either side.

“How do I get that into his mouth?” I ask, eyes widening as the panic I was talking about starts circling in my lower stomach.

“Like this,” he smirks at me before holding his palm flat, bit sitting in it with the loops sitting either side of his hand. Lifting his hand to the horse’s mouth, he moves his hand in a soft side to side motion as if rubbing the horses teeth with the cool metaland he slips it into the horse’s mouth, pushing it towards the back.

“Can you see?” He asks and I step a little closer. “The bit needs to be over the horse’s tongue, and pushed back, this is how you're going to control him. If the bit is under the tongue, you're going to struggle, plus, it's not great for the horse either.”

“Okay.”

“If the horse doesn't open his mouth, a thumb in the corner of his mouth with a soft press into his tongue should get him opening for you,” and I just stay silent. “Now, pull the bridal up and move the horse’s ears forward over the headpiece.”

I am shitting myself.

“Now, do the first strap under his head, the second under his nose,” and Riggs makes it look so easy. “Your turn,” he beams at me, his horse now tied back up outside his stall.

He walks across the concrete floor and opens the stables to a dark chocolate horse with a beige nose.

“This is Betsy,” he smiles, “one of our new mares from Maple Farm,” his eyes on Betsy as he rubs her neck.

“Hi Betsy,” I murmur as I step towards her, and I watch as her ears go back.

“She can sense you're nervous.”

“That's because I am,” I admit, and he scoffs a laugh.

“She'll make your job real hard if you don't get brave quick,” and the sound of Betsy stamping her hoof against her straw covered floor makes me jump. “Snap out of it,” his tone cool as he runs his hand up and down her neck.

“Okay okay,” I rush forward, pulling the saddle blanket from underneath the heavy saddle, my arms feel weighted. I toss it over her back and Riggs smooths it out for me before I lift the saddle up, moaning as I do and the relief I feel when it's out of my arms is amazing.

“Straighten it up, make sure it's sitting on her back properly otherwise you'll hurt her,” he says softly, his eyes watching my every move, and he makes me more anxious.

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