Page 17 of Save a Horse

Mitch clears his throat. “I just finished closing out the till. You’re looking at two-thousand in profit from the night.It’s not the big opening you were hoping for, but over eighteen-hundred of that was from this evening.”

My shoulders sag; he’s right, the numbers are shit. There’s still time to make up the difference, but with only three weekends until Christmas, it isn’t looking great. I try but fail to mask my disappointment. “Thanks, both of you, for helping today.”

“Any time.” Mitch offers a sad smile. “Well, I should get home. I need to open the store in the morning and?—”

“What happened to the naked lap sitting or me being yours for the weekend?” Amy protests, turning in my arms with hands on her hips. “Promises were made, Mitch.”

Mitch looks at the floor, nodding in agreement. When his eyes meet hers again, he admits, “It’ll be better if we don’t. You’re leaving tomorrow. After tonight, I just…” Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighs. “I can’t do another night. It won’t be a casual hook-up for me, and I’ll be a fucking mess when you leave. Jasper will call me pussy-whipped, your cousin will give me shit for at least a year… It’s a bad idea.”

“What if I don’t go? Or maybe I could visit often? I can’t imagine leaving here and saying goodbye to you.” Amy looks back at me with a soft smile. “Or you.”

“I was talking to a friend tonight,” I offer carefully. “And he told me a bit about his relationship with two people—he’s in love with both of them. He mentioned how they scheduled dates separately and together. What if tonight, we pretend there’s no tomorrow, leave the baggage at the door? Then, in the morning, we come up with a plan.”

“A night with no strings attached is no longer an option for me,” Mitch warns. I don’t have to ask; the poor guy wears his heart on his sleeve. He likes Amy, too much to brush it off as a quick fuck.

“It won’t be,” I insist.

Amy chews on her lip. “So, what now?”

“I’ll finish closing up, Mitch will grab a bottle of tequila, and you’ll run upstairs and take a long, hot shower. As much as I’d love to bend you over right here, we’ve had a long fucking day, and we need to clean up before we make a mess of that pussy again.” Amy skips to the stairs and takes them two at a time, while I direct my attention to Mitch. “She’s not yours, she’s not mine, she’s ours. Deal?”

“You got it, Hoss,” he replies with his signature wink, then runs upstairs after Amy.

Mitch

Icould say I’m fine with one more night, watching Amy walk away from me forever… but it’d be a lie. Jasper’s right, I need to get to know her, but my soul already does. Fuck taking things slow, I want the rollercoaster with unexpected turns and dips. I want it all with her.

After locating a bottle of tequila, I set it down on the bedside table and quickly strip off my clothes. The shower is running in the ensuite, and the faint echo of Amy’s humming fills the space. She startles as I step inside, her shock quickly replaced with a smile that meets her eyes.

“Hey, handsome,” she sighs, slipping her hands around my waist. I instinctively slide my hands into her hair and bring her lips to mine. I could never pick a favourite part of her body, but her lips are definitely in my top three.

The shower steam envelopes us as water pelts my back. I’m lost to her, unable to get close enough as I hike her leg over my hip and press her against the wall. Before Amy, I couldgo weeks without being touched by a woman, but hours without her feels like centuries.

Jasper fucked her bare; did they talk about it? My guess is no, and I can’t help asking, “What do you use for birth control?”

“I’m on the shot.”

“When was the last time you were tested?”

Amy breaks our kiss and frowns. “Last month, and I haven’t been with anyone but you and Jasper since. Why?”

“I want to be safe.” I take a deep breath and kiss her forehead. “I need to be inside you right now, but I doubt Jasper has condoms stocked in his shower.”

“If you want to wait, I’m fine—” She gasps as I press my tip into her tight cunt. “I’m not ready.”

Fuck, I’m an asshole.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” I carefully pull out of her and press soft kisses to her neck and shoulder, unable to forgive myself for getting carried away. “Are you sore?”

Amy nods as I pull back, but her lip tilts up in a small smirk. “A little.”

“Want me to make it all better?”

“Yes, please,” she sings, and I drop to my knees, lifting her leg over my shoulder. Her hips are bruised and there are smaller marks on the inside of her thighs. Between last night, and whatever she did with Jasper earlier, I’m surprised she’s standing.

As Amy tangles her hands in my hair, I’m gentle at first, slowly building her up with light flicks of my tongue. In my sister’s books, pussies are often described as honey or the occasional sweet pastry. Not Amy; she’s sweet and tart like a pear. I’m fucking obsessed and can’t get enough, licking and sucking, occasionally grazing my teeth on her sensitive clit. Fuck going to work, I’ll happily spend the rest of my days on my knees for this woman. No pear tart would ever compare.

“Oh,fuck, Mitch, right?—”

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