Page 59 of Back in the Saddle

I held her close. “Is this how you’re going to win me over?”

“Is it working?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I pulled her along the hallway to our room, switching off the lights as we went. Taylor was already on her way to the shower before I stripped off my clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. She turned the water on and beckoned me in. I watched as she soaped herself up, running her hands over her body, massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. I swallowed as I stared at her. Her hand drifted lower, rubbing circles on her stomach with the soap, bubbles emerging and disappearing within moments. She glided over her hips and over her small birthmark. Her hand slipped between her legs.

The way she watched me watching her was seductive. Her teeth grazed her lip. A tremor ran through me. My dick pulsated as she sighed. Only a small sigh. I wanted to beat my chest, knowing she’d only given herself a little bit of pleasure compared to the hot orgasm I’d given her earlier.

She handed the soap to me, her fingers lingering on mine, sending a shiver through me. All I wanted to do was wash myself quickly so I could sink my dick deep inside her. But she wouldn’t appreciate my eagerness. Her gaze followed my hand down my stomach. She swept her tongue across her lips as I went past my belly button. Her breath came in heavy pants, shooting excitement through my body, moving my hand towards my dick.

Her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. “Not there.”

“What?”

“I don’t want a mouthful of soap.”

She sank to her knees.

“Wha—”

She peered up at me as she took my dick in her mouth.

“Fuck.” I grabbed at the wall and tried to find the soap holder. I shoved the soap in the general direction and missed. It thudded onto the floor. Taylor tightened her lips, gliding along my length. She twirled her tongue around the head.

“Fuck my mouth, Ciaron.”

I nearly exploded on the spot. My legs were as weak as they’d been the first time I’d ridden a horse.

She wrapped her lips around me again and moved her hands to my hips. I curled my fingers around her head and pumped into her mouth. Holy fuck. She groaned and the vibration ran through my dick.

My hands tightened. I was conscious of not hurting her. I knotted my fingers in her wet hair, trying to get some purchase. The suction of her mouth increased. A small gag escaped as I pumped a little too hard. Without missing a beat, she adjusted the tilt of her head.

My fingers squeezed as the pressure inside me built. My legs tensed. She sucked harder. I exploded inside her mouth. My dick jolted as I kept hold of her head.

“Fuck.” I could barely breathe.

“Fuck.” I let go of her head and grabbed at the wall, willing my shaking legs to support me.

Taylor disengaged her mouth from my dick and stood. Her tongue darted up my chest and across my collar bone before she sucked on my neck, sending another tremor through me.

She whispered in my ear, “Kissing and making up is fun.”

I wokewith Taylor wrapped in my arms. It was in these quiet moments in the morning I’d think about our future. At the beginning, when my arm was around her, the thoughts were all positive. Then, as we’d drifted apart in life and in bed, they became tainted. Now, as I lay here, they were hopeful.

I wasn’t ignorant of the fact that we had a long way to go. A few sincere discussions and some hot sex wasn’t going to fix allour problems, but they were a good start. And not just for me. Because every positive step in our relationship was a positive step for the kids. The changes she made were for all of us. The problem now was sustaining them. I needed to step up too. I needed to be the man she’d married. The strong one. The one who would do everything he could to keep her.

Before, I wasn’t sure she’d ever change. She hadn’t made any effort after we’d split. Most other people would have panicked and held on tight. She’d actually seemed to get worse. Now it was the total opposite. It was as if a switch had been flicked. But a switch could be flicked off just as fast.

Taylor moved beside me and stretched. I kissed the top of her head. She gave a contented sigh.

“You should have a girl’s day,” I said. “Go buy a dress for this party.”

Her eyes met mine. “Isabelle would like a new dress. I’m sure we can find something that won’t break the bank. Or maybe we can get a couple of new accessories instead.”

The drought meant we were always watching our money. We’d had so many plans for improvements around the farm, including my taking a university course in pasture management. All we knew had been passed on. We’d thought it was important to get some science behind it. But all of that had been put on hold. And as much as I knew Taylor tried not to dig into those savings, it had been unavoidable. Taylor would be thinking that a dress was a frivolous expense. And she wasn’t wrong.

“Isabelle loves op-shopping,” I said.

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