Page 82 of Wild For You
Once the barn came into view, Kelsey asked what we were doing. I was surprised she seemed excited about my riding—that was, until she asked me to saddle up a horse for her, and I told her no. I knew she couldn’t ride because of her pregnancy.But… I had the next best thing. Something we only used on special occasions.
I worked with the stable crew to set up one of the carriages for her to sit in while Thunderbolt pulled. I quickly strapped Thunderbolt up, who seemed just as excited as I was for the journey. He nearly skipped out of the stall when he found me waiting on the outskirts.
With my help, Kelsey situated herself on the bench seat and giddily clapped as she waited for me to hop in the saddle.
Slowly, I guided my horse down a path leading to the creek that separated our property from the old Ramsey farm. Owen’s family used to live next door to us until his mother sold us the land, and Aspen offered to lease its fenced-in fields for cattle until we needed to expand the corn production.
The horse trotted along, and I peered over my shoulder to make sure Kelsey was enjoying herself. She had her face tilted back as she wrapped her arms around her waist, enjoying the sunshine.
Thunderbolt’s steady movements calmed me in a way that nothing else ever could. The feel of my horse’s ribs expanding with each breath against my legs reminded me how powerful these creatures were. Being out here, feeling Thunderbolt’s breaths, and listening to the melodicclip-clopof his shoes on the path was the best way to heal, and I hoped the ride helped Kelsey as well.
Since her meeting with Caleb, she had changed a bit. Some of her enthusiasm and zest for life had lessened. And when she thought I wasn’t looking, I’d find her staring off into space, clearly focusing on her swirling thoughts. Her smiles were less frequent, and her witty comebacks had all but disappeared.
I directed Thunderbolt over the crest of a hill and down toward the creek, where Mom had Dad installed a gazebodecades ago. If I had this idea ahead of time, I would have packed a picnic.
The horse slowed as I gently pulled on the reins. I jumped down from the saddle and unlatched Thunderbolt from the carriage, allowing him to get some water. I didn’t need to tie him up; he tended to stick by my side when we were out and about.
“Where are we?” Kelsey asked as I helped her down from the carriage. Her eyes were on the gazebo, but I had another place in mind that was just beyond the tree line.
“It’s a surprise.”
“You’re supposed to take it easy,” she scolded as she followed me down a deer path.
“I am. Just a little bit farther.” I peered over my shoulder to make sure Thunderbolt was staying put and then grabbed Kelsey’s hand, pulling her closer.
Once we reached the weeping willow tree, I pull the draped leaves aside and revealed a small bench under the canopy. Just beyond the bench was a small hot spring, just big enough to dip your feet in.
“Is that—?”
“Yep, a hot spring. A little one. Dad told us the farmers used to ride out this way to treat their aching feet. He brought me to this place the first summer I helped prep for the harvest. He didn’t tell my sisters until they were well into high school.”
“Why?”
“No idea, but right now, we get the privilege of enjoying it.”
Taking her hand again, I pulled her behind me until we reached the rocky edge. We removed our shoes and socks, then sat on the grass, letting our feet absorb the warmth.
Kelsey leaned back on her hands and exclaimed that the hot spring was the best thing ever. And she laughed when Ipointed out that she said fucking me had been the best thing ever.
“I can have two best things.”
“No, you can’t,” I told her as I pulled my feet out of the water. I rolled toward her until she laid on her back, her legs wrapping around me as I settled between her thighs.
“You know,” I teased as I started lifting her sweater to slip my hand beneath the material, “no one can hear you scream out here.”
“Is that supposed to scare me?” she asked, and I stopped my journey to her breast.
“No, it’s supposed to set your mind at ease, that you can completely let go, and inform you that my goal is to hear you scream my name when I make you come.” I jerked the material of her sweater above her breasts and pulled down the cup of her bra, exposing the lush flesh. My mouth watered as I stared at the beautiful peaks.
“Hands or mouth?” I asked Kelsey, never pulling my eyes away from the mounds.
“M-Mouth.”
“Good choice.” I licked my lips before unleashing my tongue on her pert nipple. Her skin tasted like the sweetest strawberry, the kind that soaked for days in a sugar mixture. “God, I can’t get enough of you,” I groaned as I ground my hips against hers. I didn’t care where we were or the chances that someone might’ve come looking for us. My cock wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless.
“I know how that feels.”
I switched to the other breast, and Kelsey’s body arched against mine. My greedy girl.
