Page 64 of Back in the Saddle

“I spoke to her when I dropped her off. She said she didn’t mean it that way.”

“That’s good.” I didn’t believe it for a minute. “I’m glad she said so.” Let’s see if she could manage to keep her snide remarks to herself from now on.

I needed to get off the topic of his mother. It wouldn’t do us any good.

“Isabelle had fun shopping,” I said. “Thank you for suggesting it.”

“I knew she would. How did it go with Mam?”

And back to her we were.

“It was good.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. We’d been pleasant to each other, and she’d enjoyed her time with Isabelle. Ciaron didn’t need to know that she thought we were cheap for buying second hand clothing. I didn’t want to hurt him or his fragile relationship with Mary.

So, I’d played nice all day. And would continue to do so. Even when she practically accused me of being uncouth for cooking Italian food and insinuating I did nothing around the farm, that Ciaron practically did it all. Even though I knew exactly what she was doing, Ciaron didn’t recognise it. He’d been so desperate for her validation his entire life and now he felt he was finally getting it.

She was as shifty as they come. She would play up to him, letting him hear what he wanted, while also planting a seed of doubt in his head. And that seed of doubt had my name written all over it. She had many more years of experience at this game, playing it for all Ciaron’s life. The best thing I could do was stay quiet and not water that seed of doubt. I did not want Ciaron to feel like he had to choose between us. And the only way I could keep my cool was to remind myself she would be gone soon.

He held me tighter. “This weekend is our first weekend off together in just about forever.”

“I feel a little bad letting everyone else do the work,” I said.

“They only need to do the weekend feed run; it’s not a full day of work. It won’t add much time to their day.”

I nodded. “True. We should do something together, the two of us, before the party.”

Anything that didn’t involve his mother.

He kissed the top of my head. “What do you have in mind?”

“We could go for a ride.”

“You can ride me anytime.”

“Is that so?” I ran my hand down his chest, his stomach, along the length of his dick. The little encouragement made it hard. This was much better than discussing Mary.

“Now would be good. You told me to save myself for later. It’s later.”

I threw my leg over him and straddled him, rubbing myself against his hard dick. The stimulation of my clit had it swollen in no time. Need spread through me.

“Like this?”

“Less clothes would be better.”

He pulled at the hem of my pyjama top and lifted it over my head. Then he pulled at my bottoms. I manoeuvred myself out of them and sat astride him, naked. He was still fully clothed. It didn’t seem to bother him though as he ran his hands down my side and rested them on my waist.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Tingles spread through me. After more than twenty years of marriage, he was still into me. And boy, was I into him. Every last bit of him.

Sitting up, he moved his mouth to my breast and sucked one and then the other. My nipples hardened in the cool night air. I ground myself against his hard on and found the perfect friction point. My nipples were hard, my clit was hard and his dick even harder. I rubbed against him forcefully, enjoying his shaky breath on my skin.

I shuffled backwards and grabbed at his underwear, desperate to get them off, to feel skin against skin. My hand paused on the wet patch I’d left on the cotton. Ciaron yanked his underwear down and I nearly lost my balance.

I settled back over him. “You’re a bit eager there, Irish Boy.”

He smirked. “About as eager as your wet pussy.”

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