Page 16 of Castle's Cards

“Whoa, I’m not trying to buy her approval. I just think if there’s something someone wants to make them happy, and I know I can give it to them, then that’s what I want to do. It would make Izzy happy, and by extension it would make you happy. It’s no big deal.”

“It’s a big deal to me,” Addy says, her voice breaking.

She throws her arms around me and squeezes me tightly in her embrace. Then Addy presses her mouth to mine, unbothered about anyone seeing us.

“We should go see about your sister,” I say, clearing my throat. If I don’t shake the thoughts of her naked body against mine right now, I might not be able to.

Addy grins, kissing me again.

“She has to practice for an hour and exercise Dragon before she does anything else. We have an hour to kill.”

“Oh, is that right?” I ask her, grinning against her mouth.

“No one uses the English dressing room in the mornings,” Addy says. “Izzy told me they always use the Western one and it gets on her nerves.”

“Of course it does,” I answer, huffing out a laugh. “Lead the way then.”

The room is brightly lit by the windows outside, filling the space with sunshine, but Addy doesn’t seem to care. After locking the door behind us, she pulls down the thin blinds and kisses me deeply. She lets me haul her up on one of the tables and she wraps her legs around my waist. Having a woman want me just as badly as I want her is intoxicating. We push horse tack aside from the table and our tongues dance a smooth, frantic rhythm. Addy reaches forward, making quick work of my jeans and shoving them down. I pop the button on her jeans with one hand and massage her breast with the other.

“I want you inside me right now,” Addy says, the words quick and honest.

She seems insistent, but I finger her quickly anyway, wanting to feel that wet heat on my fingers. She moans and I reach up, covering her mouth with my hand. The last thing we need is some hapless little equestrian barging into the room and getting traumatized. Addy sucks on my wet fingers and nibbles at my hand. The noises she makes vibrate against my palm like a heartbeat.

“You want this?” I tease, holding my cock in my hand and just barely nudging at her bare entrance with it.

“C’mon,” she begs me. “More!”

Without another thought, I’m inside of her, groaning myself at her tightness squeezing around me. She feels so perfect and so good. She’s an angel spread out below me, looking tan and sultry with her dark hair and those bright hazel eyes.

She yanks me into her again and I get the hint, beginning to thrust in and out as she comes up and bites down on my shoulder. The table is shaking under us and I just know someone is going to hear. I press into Addy and my rhythm takes on a life of its own – hard and insistent as I thrust in and out.

“Carter!” Addy cries out my name on the edge of a sweet moan, her whole body trembling as she finds her release.

I let go inside of her and my thrusts turn erratic, my body shaking as I come down.

Addy looks to the side before she laughs in my ear. “I’m glad we remembered to lock the door.”

“I can only hope my luck will be this good at the poker table on Sunday,” I tell her, grinning against her mouth as we kiss.

Addy smiles, her face pink and pretty.

“One can only hope. We better clean up and get back out there.”

We both suit back up and Addy frowns, muttering about the mess in her panties. We both leave the room and exit to the arena.

I stand at the edge of the arena, my eyes fixed on the exhilarating sight before me. The equestrian center buzzes with energy as Addy's sister, Izzy, prepares to barrel race with her copper and white paint horse.

“Is that Dragon?”

“The very one.”

The air crackles with anticipation, and I can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. I’m definitely buying Izzy her horse. Dragon, a powerful and agile creature, paws at the ground, eager to take on the challenge ahead. Dragon’s coat glistens under the bright arena lights, a testament to the care and dedication Izzy has poured into his training and grooming. I watch in awe as she adjusts her grip on the reins, her focus unwavering. I can imagine that the thrill of the ride is similar to how I feel sitting at the poker table, on the edge of a winning hand.

Beside me stands Addy, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and concern. She told me as we were walking up about the risks involved in barrel racing, the split-second decisions and lightning-fast turns that can make or break a run. She told me how she worries about her sister as any parent would. But she also knows her sister's skill and determination. The unwavering support in her gaze would be obvious to anyone. As the announcer's voice booms through the speakers, signaling the start of the practice run, my heart pounds in my chest. The crowd falls silent, their collective breath held in anticipation. Izzy and her horse explode into action, thundering down the arena with a speed that takes my breath away.

The sound of hooves pounding against the dirt fills the air, creating a symphony of power and determination. Izzy leans into each turn, her body moving in perfect sync with her horse. It's a dance of trust and precision, a testament to the bond they share. Addy's hand finds mine, her grip tight with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I squeeze her hand, offering a silent reassurance.

We watch as Izzy and her horse navigate the barrels with a grace that seems almost otherworldly. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their admiration for the duo evident in their voices. Izzy crosses the finish line and the timer stops, a triumphant smile gracing her lips. The crowd roars with approval, their applause echoing through the arena. Izzy slows her horse to a gentle trot, her chest heaving with exertion. She dismounts, her face flushed with a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion.

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