Page 68 of Knight Life In Vegas

Dylan laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “And that isexactlywhy people like you are gonna save this place.”

“What do you think about horse camps?” Charlotte asked me as we perused some of the horses I thought might be best for lessons.

I wasn’t sure how she expected me to be able to answer questions when I was eternally distracted by her walking around looking and smelling like dessert. Chico and Eduardo had gotten to ruin her in her little kitchen and I’dmissed it. All I couldthink about was getting to see her again, getting to touch every glorious inch of the omega who had scrambled all our brains.

“What happens at a horse camp?” I asked.

“Everything, really. You learn all about horse behavior, anatomy, and care. We’d take care of the horses, doing all their grooming, feeding, and cleaning the stalls. You do riding lessons after that, and manage the equipment. Basically everything you would need to have a horse of your own. I went to one every summer when I was little.”

“Did you want to do horse camps here?”

“I don’t know how practical they would be, but honestly it would probably save you all a lot of time and money since they’re paying to be there and handling the workload you’d normally have to do. We would definitely need more than just me unless we kept the groups really small, though.”

“We can look into it. I could work more hours.” I was so fucking jazzed that she was into these ideas. It meant we would get to spend evenmoretime with her, and I certainly wasn’t going to turn my nose up at any extra minutes in her presence. “You could probably even perform if you really wanted to. I bet the audience would love a show-jumping princess.”

“I’d need a lot more time getting comfortable with performing again before I did that.”

I pressed up against her side and she melted instantly against me.

I had her all to myself for the moment, with Chico and Beau talking business, and Eduardo supervising the kids running off their energy around the arena.

“What’s this empty stall for?” she asked.

“That’s where we put very naughty omegas to test out the riding crops.”

Her scent burst, drowning me in lemon and sugar. “Oh my god,Dylan. You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not? You don’t like it?” I grinned at her.

I was so honed to her that it was impossible to miss the way she squeezed her thighs together. She glanced back down the stables, finding us alone with the horses.

“What’s going through your head, princess?”

“Things I shouldn’t say out loud.”

I hooked my fingers beneath her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I think I’d like them said out loud, anyway. Otherwise I’ll have to imagine all manner of filth. I would hate to assign more depravity to you than you’d like.”

She gaped like a fish, and while she struggled for the words, her scent more than made her delight clear.

“If I kissed you right now, would that be a yes or no?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaking as a tremble rolled through her body.

Fuck me. I was going to take the opportunities she offered and enjoy every single one. Claiming her mouth had every instinct rising and I backed her up against the stall gate, her body trapped between me and it. I devoured every sound she made, filling up my proverbial cup with her pleasure and still craving more. When I swept my hands over the back of her legs, she hopped up, letting me pin her with those thighs spread and her face the same height as mine now.

God she was beautiful. I could drown in those hazel eyes.

“You ever been fucked in a stable before, princess?”

She shuddered. “A very long time ago.”

Absolute rapture seared through me. “And here I thought you might be too fancy for that.”

“Are you asking to fuck me now or are you just teasing me?”

“That depends on how rough you wanna get. Should I go get a blanket?”

“Is the hay in there fresh?”

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