Page 89 of Beat around the Bush
Checking the water line, I kinked the hose. “Ready when you are.”
She finished off the braid she was working on, patting the horse’s neck before slipping past me out of the stall. I followed, closing the gate behind me. Before she could continue down theaisle, I looped an arm around her waist, pulling her back to my chest.
“Where are you off to so fast?” I murmured in her ear.
“Turning off the water?” she said, her statement sounding more like a question.
“Hey, Cal!” I called out, knowing he was done with his lesson.
“Yeah?” Callan called back from somewhere in the barn.
“Mind turning off the water for me?”
“On it,” he responded. A few seconds later, the pressure on the hose loosened. I dropped it, the remaining water seeping out in the aisle.
“What are you…” Oakley stated, but before she could finish, I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her into the med room.
I kicked the door shut behind me, setting her on her feet. Reaching behind me, I swiftly locked the door, then pinned her with a look, unable to help my eyes from drifting down her body.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, confusion seeping into her voice.
“Taking what’s mine, baby.”
I backed her toward the wall, then lowered myself to my knees, keeping my eyes on her. She swallowed audibly, green flames of desire blazing in her eyes.
“I can’t keep my hands off you, Oak. Your pussy is my only craving, the thing I’ve dreamt about every night since I firsthad a taste. I want nothing more than to kneel before you and worship your sweet, pretty pussy.”
My hands trailed up the sides of her thighs, sliding to the front once they hit her hips, my fingers working to undo her pants.
“What about the door?” she asked, her voice more breath than anything.
“Locked it,” I muttered.
Tugging her jeans down, I left them around her ankles, her knee-high socks on display.
“Fuck, Oak. If it wasn’t so cold, I’d have you bare, but I can’t fucking wait.” My voice was hoarse with anticipation and need.
She stared down at me as I moved her panties to the side, exposing her slick pussy. She was already wet, and I wondered how long she’d been thinking of me.
“So fucking perfect, Oakley. All of you. There isn’t an inch of you I don’t want to touch, not a sliver of skin I don’t want to taste.”
Unable to resist her a second longer, I dragged my tongue up her center, eliciting a gasp from her lips. My tongue flicked over her clit before my mouth closed around it, sucking on the sweet bundle of nerves. She let out a quiet moan, and I groaned, popping my mouth off her.
“No holding back.”
Her eyes were glazed over as she stared down at me. “But-”
I shook my head, slipping a finger into her before she could get another word out, which caused her mouth to fall open. “He’s gone. I want to hear you scream.” Cal was done with lessons for the day, so she had nothing to worry about.
Bringing my mouth back between her legs, I licked, sucked, flicked, and added a second finger, pumping her in a steady rhythm, the tips of my fingers grazing over her sweet spot deep within.
Her breath quickened, her head falling back against the wall with another moan, this time louder.
“That’s what I like to hear from my good girl. Now how can I make you scream?” I stared up at her, marveling at the column of her exposed throat, her red hair cascading over her shoulders as her breasts rose and fell with each breath.
“Like this?” I added a third finger and she gasped, another moan slipping past her lips.
“Hmm, that won’t do. I want it louder,” I said before stopping, my fingers deep inside her, hooking them right against that spot.
