Page 69 of Sky Full of Stars

“I’m all sweaty,” she steps back.

“I don’t care,” I pull her to me and kiss her. “Go take a shower, we have a long drive.”

“Where are we going?” she asks excitedly.

“It’s a surprise. Go get cleaned up, wear something comfy.”

“Okay,” she pecks my cheek and disappears upstairs.

She’s back within fifteen minutes in loose shorts and a t-shirt, wearing sneakers and her hair is fixed in a fresh ponytail, make up free and looking both cute and sexy. She has sunglasses pushed up on her head. “Will this do?”

“Fuck yes,” I kiss her. “You look hot. Come on.”

I’ve packed a few things and put them in the trunk while she gets in the car. I program the GPS and we set off. She makes me play ‘Never Have I Ever’ for the first half hour and we laugh our way through some of the crazy things from our past. I’m shocked to learn she has been arrested, for a protest, nothing serious she tells me with a smile. “I was only in pokey for a half hour, I got fined,” she grins.

I’m also stunned to learn she has been naked in public. “Where the hell was I when that was happening?” I groan.

“Probably flashing your own nipples at a crowd of thousands,” she tells me deadpan.

“Pictures of this event?”

“Probably somewhere.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I laugh.

“It was Mardi Gras, Adam.”

“In New York?” I yell with a laugh.

“My college roommate was from New Orleans,” she is grinning. “She arranged the party.”

“Shit,” I groan imagining how many beaded necklaces I would have thrown around her neck to get her to flash me over and over.

Then she took over the radio hitting seek or swapping stations and after five seconds we had to name the tune. She is terrible at it because she doesn’t know popular music, until one of our songs comes on and she shouts it out. Of course I knew it was my music but I kept quiet waiting to see if she did, I feel great knowing she has listened to it enough to recognise it. There are moments of comfortable silence too and at one point I reach across to just hold her hand while we drive. Thoughts of anyone else are well and truly out of my mind now. When we finally arrive at the Horseback Riding Trail she looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“Horses? Are you insane?”

“It’ll be fun,” I laugh. “Come on.”

“No, no, I can’t ride a horse, what if it throws me off. I’ll break my neck.”

“Live a little, City Slicker,” I take both of her hands in mine and look down at her. “I won’t let you get hurt.”

She looks anxiously at the stables where other riders are coming and going. “They will teach you the basics. Other than that, you just need to sit down and let the horse do the work.”

“I seriously doubt that is how you ride a horse, Adam. Otherwise what are reins for?”

She is actually shitting herself and it makes me laugh so much she punches me and damn does it hurt. She is not sorry at all. But once we get to speaking to the owners and they help her greet and stroke some horses, I’m proud to see her relaxing. I about piss my pants laughing when she gets on the horse, it’s very unladylike the way she does it. She returns the favour when I almost fall off myself. But this is what it’s about, having fun. And so far, no one has looked twice at me.

We spend the next three hours learning about and then riding the horses along the ocean side trail, going in and out of the water, with a small group of people. I try to control my horse so we are side by side and fail spectacularly most of the time. I like staying behind her though, watching her long lean legs gripping the horse and how her ass bounces up and down if the horse picks up some pace.

When we get back, we joke about how we now walk like John Wayne and I offer to help her with any chafing on her inner thighs. She looks a little wind burnt, her hair is a mess from the helmet but she can’t stop smiling and I’m so glad it was because of me.

On the way home, I pull off the highway in Solana Beach and we go to a seafood restaurant. A few people come over asking for an autograph or a picture but it’s all focused on me, they leave Jenna alone, in fact, she takes the pictures taking it in her stride.

“If I forget to say it later because I’ve passed out,” she smiles over at me. “Thank you, I had an amazing day.”

“You’re welcome,” I smile across the table at her. Then I nudge her feet with a cheeky wink and she gives me a slow smile. We’re eating again when I feel her bare foot on my leg, it goes up to my knee and onto the seat between my thighs. I open my eyes wide at her. She’s eating as if nothing is going on but her foot slides further up my thigh in between my legs. I lean forward to whisper, “You do realise your foot is in my crotch?”

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