Page 6 of Save a Horse

“Yeah.” I shrug, brushing my thumb on top of hers. “Have you ever been with two people?” She shakes her head, biting her lip. “Would you want to?” Keeping my eyes on the road, I still see her gaze snap to me in my periphery. “Be shared, that is. Two men? Two women? One of each?”

“Yes,” she answers, barely a whisper.

“Which is it?” I squeeze her hand in reassurance. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I?—”

“Two men. I… I’d want to be shared by two men. They could be into each other, but in my ultimate fantasy, they’d only want me.”

I bring her knuckles to my lips. “I’m not interested in men, and I don’t exactly love the idea of sharing someone as fucking gorgeous as you are, but if you’re wanting to play, I’d be up for it.” We pull into the driveway, and once I’m in park, I turn to face her. “I know we just met, but I want you to myself tonight.”

“This is crazy.” Amy laughs with a wide smile that tugs at something deep in my chest. I’m a moth to a flame with this woman.

“Is that a yes?” Granted, I didn't ask a question, but I’m doubting how much she wants me at this point. Would she prefer someone else for the night? Someone like Jasper? Was this a mistake? Am I the only one feeling this connection?

She doesn’t answer, instead opens the door to hop out. My tamp down my insecurities as I do the same and quickly round the truck to walk her inside. I like holding her hand, a bit too much. She’s only here for the weekend, I only have the night with her, but there’s no harm in living in the fantasy that she could be mine for longer.

The moment the door clicks behind us, fire unleashes within me, and I’m immediately taking her face in my hands and kissing her roughly. She meets me with the same intensity, and I don’t give a fuck that we’re both still wearing our boots and jackets, I grip her thighs and wrap her legs around me. I walk further into the house and set her onto the kitchen island.

My home is modest in size, but I make up for it with the renovated chef’s kitchen—including high-end appliances, more storage than I’ll ever know what to do with, and gadgets galore. The butler’s pantry is worth more to me than my grandmother’s engagement ring I’m supposed to slip on someone’s finger when the time comes.

Amy moans into my mouth, spurring me on as I help her out of her coat.Fucking Coal’s Lake winters and the need to wear entirely too many clothes.I shrug out of mine andconsider undressing her further but can’t bring myself to do it. The night is young, and if I sink myself inside her, there’s a good chance she’ll want to bail after. My ego and my cock won’t enjoy the rejection. Jasper also needs her help tomorrow.

Jasper.

Shit, was he flirting with her over text?

I take a step back, admiring her plump lips and wild eyes. Possessiveness pierces me. She likes the idea of being shared, but right now I sure as fuck don’t want to share her, even with Jasper. I meant what I said when I told her I want her all to myself.

Her cheeks turn pink, and she attempts to slip off the counter. I close the distance, stopping her before she can move another inch. “Whoa, there. Where do you think you’re going?”

“You stopped, so I assumed you changed your mind about this. I should go?—”

“Are you fucking kidding?” It comes out as a growl, and her eyes widen. I take a deep breath. “I was going to come in my pants kissing you. If I didn’t slow down, I was afraid you’d leave for the night.”

Amy’s shoulders sag in relief and the twinkle returns to her eyes. “You want me to stay thewhole night?”

“I don’t normally do sleepovers, but since we’re both going to the farm in the morning…” I bite back my smile with a casual shrug. Except, nothing about this is casual. “It’s more environmentally friendly to carpool. Don’t you agree?”

Briefly hanging her head back, she lets out a full laugh. The urge to lick up her throat and capture her bottom lip between my teeth is unbearable. “Making out with me to save Mother Earth? I don’t buy it.”

“Oh, I had plans to kiss a hell of a lot more than your lips, Aces. So, what’ll it be? Save the planet with my face between your legs… and if you’re a good girl for me, my cock buried inside you? Or should I drive you back to Axl’s where he’s likely doing the same thing to Beth? I can’t imagine that would be the best option for you, thin walls and whatnot, but I’ll never shame someone with an aural kink.”

“A what?”

“Nothing,” I laugh, trying my best to not sound nervous. I’m unsure how much I can trust her with the intel that I’m turned on by every damn moan she emits. “What’ll it be? If you don’t want to stay to play, I can get you a room at Jamie’s Lodge for the night. No one should be subjected to what Axl and Beth do without explicit consent.”

“No, I want to stay! But you moved away from me and, well, insecurities got the best of me... I needed an exit strategy.”

“I’m sorry, come again? Insecurities? Fucking hell, Amy, why?” I won’t wait for an answer, closing the distance and leaning my forehead against hers, stealing her breath as my own. “The second I laid eyes on you, I was a fucking goner.” Sliding my hands up her thighs, I groan, “In no world would I ever want to walk away from this.”

Her lips hesitantly brush mine. “Fuck, who taught you to talk like that?”

“No one,” I admit. Thanks to my sister being a romance author, I’ve read my fair share, but none of it is a line with Amy. “When was the last time you came all over a man’s face, and begged for seconds?”

“Never,” she whimpers as I nip at her jaw. “You know, no one says things like that…ever. It isn’t my self-esteem rearing its ugly head, that’s reality. Real men don’t say or want that. You must be fictional.”

“You think I’m fictional?” I toy with the waist of her pants. “Let me show you how real I am.”

Amy’s voice is an octave higher when she dares to ask, “Right here?”

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