Page 56 of Finding Chloe

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Hunter approached the hay bale.

“Everything is falling apart.” Her head hung low, and her shoulders drooped forward.

“What’s going wrong? Maybe we can help.” I leaned against the wall beside her. My heart ached to see her in such distress. This was her dream, and if she felt like it was falling to pieces, then I knew her heart must be breaking. She was normally so composed and happy.

“The steamer at the dress shop broke, and she’s waiting for another to ship but isn’t sure it’s going to be here in time. The florist says the flowers won’t be arriving until the day of the wedding, so it’ll be a mad dash to get everything together, and that also means I can’t decorate the day before. The weather forecast is showing potential for a storm, which would ruin everything.” Chloe’s voice rose higher as she went through her list of worries.

“Hey, sweets. Look at me.”

She took in a deep breath and complied.

Her eyes were round and shiny. Stress created lines on her pale face, and I didn’t like the pinched expression around her eyes.

“How can we help?” I sensed the delays and additional tasks were weighing heavily on her.

“I need to pick your brain,” she responded. “Maybe we can brainstorm alternative solutions.”

“What you need is a mental timeout,” Hunter said, his voice deep, commanding. He tugged on her chin to get her to focus on him.

“You know we installed locks on the tack room doors for a reason,” Travis leaned in and said quietly, jerking his chin toward the closest door.

A mental timeout? Locking doors?

Then it hit me. She needed something to take her mind off everything. Even for a little while. Maybe then she could think more clearly. I gave a subtle nod to Travis, and he turned to leave us alone, hauling Caleb into their office at the other end of the barn.

“Come on, sweets. We know just what you need.” I extended my hand to her.

Her eyes narrowed as she tried to understand what I was doing.

“Do you trust me?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Of course.” She slid her hand into mine.

I led her to the tack room, Hunter following my lead. I stopped at the door and let Chloe enter first, then nodded to Hunter when he went in second. Even though we hadn’t spoken, I knew we were thinking the same thing.

I locked the door behind us. We didn’t need any interruptions, and I didn’t need anyone to see us with Chloe… except Matt, if he was willing. Honestly, he should be with us now, but I hadn’t seen him all day.

There weren’t any even surfaces in the tack room, and the wall space was limited. I wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of pleasuring Chloe against the door, at least not in the tack room where someone could be on the other side. All I saw were saddles.

Saddles… hmm…

I couldn’t stop the grin that stretched across my face. I knew which saddle was Matt’s. And it just happened to be the one on the freestanding rack next to Chloe. My hands found her waist, and I ran my lips along her neck.

She let out a sigh and leaned into me. Already her body was loosening.

“I think you need to clear your pretty little head for a few minutes.” Hunter faced her. “Don’t you, kitten?”

Chloe sent us a sassy grin. “Are you going to help me with that?”

“Grab hold of Matt’s saddle,” Hunter instructed. Chloe turned and gripped the saddle on the freestanding rack, one hand on the horn, one hand along the cantle. She was slightly bent at the waist, and when she glanced over her shoulder at me, I nearly swallowed my tongue. Her plump bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and her eyes were already hooded.

She needed this. Needed the distraction. Needed the release. And we were here to give it to her.

I stepped behind her, and she pressed her ass against me. I ran my hands over the pockets of her jeans, admiring the handful she was. Reaching around, my hands landed on the button at her waist, unsnapping it. The sound of the zipper opening was almost deafening in the absolute silence. Hunter appeared next to us and grabbed one side of her pants while I grabbed the other. Slowly we slid the fabric down, one inch at a time, grazing her skin along the way with the tips of our fingers.

Chloe’s breath hitched, and she arched her back further when her jeans hit the floor. Leaving them around her ankles, I dropped to my knees and peeled her delicate panties from her legs.

Hunter went around to stand in front of Chloe, directly across the saddle from her. “We don’t have much time, but Kyle is going to get you ready. Can you stay quiet for us, kitten? We don’t want anyone to barge in.”

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