Chapter 20
***Aggie***
After spilling my guts to Kyrin and then seeing the beautiful state-of-the-art barn, I was ready to retreat to the house.
Kyrin had other ideas, though. He led me to his horse, a huge beast of an animal that he called Lucy, short for Lucifer.
While I lost myself in watching Kyrin’s muscles and daydreaming about the bath I was going to take, I missed the part of the conversation where it was decided that I’d be going for a ride.
I felt drained, but as soon as Kyrin nodded to Lucy and held out his hand, a surge of adrenaline shot through my tired body. Mostly fear-based adrenaline.
No matter the amount of protesting I did, I was eventually picked up and settled on the back of Lucy, wedged just in front of Kyrin. Once I was on top of the horse, I was too scared to wiggle around because we weren’t in a saddle. I sat frozen in front of him, hands clenched on his thighs.
“I’m going to fall off and do a head trauma!” I whisper-yelled at Kyrin as he squeezed his thighs and we started moving.
He laughed and held the reins with one hand while holding me with the other. His hand spanned my stomach and dipped low enough that I would’ve shivered had I not been scared for my life. “Do a head trauma?”
“Shut up! I’m panicking.” I grasped at his wrist and squeaked when he squeezed his thighs again and we started bouncing forward. I was instantly aware of the motion of his body rubbing against my ass and easily forgot that I’d been scared seconds before. “Oh.”
He pressed his mouth against my neck and let out a shaky breath. “Just relax into me. Let your body move with mine. Like that. Good girl.”
I did as he said and listened to his breathing grow faster the longer we rode.
His hand had slipped lower and each rock of our hips had his pinky and index finger rubbing me through my leggings.
I’d forgotten all about my crappy day and all I wanted was for him to pull his horse over so we could get off and get off.
“There, Aggie.” Kyrin nudged my shoulder and nodded ahead. “When we stop, let me get off and help you, okay?”
I nodded eagerly. “Sure. Yep. Anything.”
He groaned and held me even tighter. “I pray to god we’re on the same page, woman.”
I reached behind me to grab a handful of his hair sticking out under his cowboy hat and moaned when his teeth raked down my neck. “Same page. Same line if you hurry.”
He led Lucy into a cluster of trees with a clearing in the middle and hopped off like it was nothing. Then, his hands were around my waist and he was pulling me off the horse and into his arms. I wrapped my thighs around him and we met in the middle for a kiss that scorched and burned hot.
His lips moved across my jaw and then back to my mouth, only stopping to speak against the corner of my mouth.
The gold inner ring of his eyes almost glowed in the sunshine as he broke away briefly to hold my gaze.
“I see you as more than warm holes or a babysitter, I swear to god, but having you bounce around against me like that just fried my brain.”
I tugged at his hair, knocking off his hat, and breathed in harshly when his teeth snagged my bottom lip I tangled my hands in his thick, chocolate hair. “Doesn’t count when we’re doing this. That conversation, I mean. This is different.”
He gripped my ass tight as he lowered us to the ground.
Running his hand up my side, he cupped my breast and growled.
The hard muscles in his shoulders flexed under my needy grasp and his body covered mine, making me feel small.
“You’ve got the best set of tits I’ve ever seen.
I’m going to watch you ride Lucy by yourself later, just so I can see them bounce. ”
I planted my feet on the ground and arched my back into him, the feel of his denim covered erection grinding against my core electric. “Never going to happen. You can just watch me ride you.”
Kissing me deep, his grip on my breast tightened when I sucked the tip of his tongue.
With a deep groan, he sat up and reached down to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head.
Skin tanned from years of working under the sun shirtless and a dark dusting of chest hair that led down to a thin trail that disappeared into his jeans greeted me and left me even hungrier.
Before his shirt hit the ground, I was pressed against his chest in its place, my mouth leaving open kisses on his warm skin.
Kyrin broke away long enough to reach down and pull my shirt up. “Cute shirt. Help me get it off or I’m ripping it.”
I wiggled out of it and grunted when my face and hair got tangled for a moment. “It’s my dad’s. Don’t rip it!”
He was staring at me with both thick brows raised when he got my head freed. “Don’t talk about your dad right now, Aggie. I shouldn’t have to say that.”
I grabbed his hands and pulled them both to my breasts. “Is it going to be a problem still?”
He pressed them together and buried his face between the two, moaning incoherent words against the lace of my bra. “Off. Or is this your dad’s, too?”
I laughed and pushed at his shoulders until he shifted to sit back on his heels. I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, leaving myself bare under his heated gaze. “Well?”
“Just fucking beautiful. Come here.”
I gasped as Kyrin gripped my waist and lifted me so I was standing in front of him.
Bracing myself on his shoulders, I looked down at him and bit my lip.
His face was stern as he hooked his hands in my leggings and pushed them down.
He didn’t care about drawing it out or checking out my underwear. He just wanted access to me.
After he removed the rest of my clothing, he sat back and grabbed his hat from the ground nearby. “I’ve been thinking about something for a bit now. Put this on.”
My stomach fluttered with excitement as I did what he said. Dropping his cowboy hat on my head, I smiled wide as the scent of him washed over me. “You’ve been thinking about me wearing your hat?”
He lifted one of my thighs over his shoulder and ran his lips up my leg. “I’ve been thinking about you wearing my hat while I have your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“Oh, god!” My voice broke as he buried his face against my core and stroked my clit with his nose.
He lifted his head and grinned at me with a look on his face that could’ve ignited panties everywhere. “When you’re with me alone, baby, you’re damn well going to be screaming my name and my name alone.”
“Kyrin!” I gripped his hair and held him close as he used his mouth, nose, chin, and even teeth to bring me to the edge of a massive orgasm. My body shook and pulsed around him, but just when I thought I’d come, he pulled back and took long, lazy strokes with his tongue.
He lifted his eyes to mine as I whined and held my gaze as he flicked his tongue over my clit harder. The hazel pools were eaten up by his pupils and just when I was closing in on my orgasm again, he winked and pulled away.
“No, Kyrin, please.”
He let go of my leg and slowly stood up, taking his hat back as he did and dropping it on top of his hair that I’d made a mess of. “That sounded a lot like begging, baby.”
I watched closely as his big hands went to his belt and slowly removed it before undoing his pants and pushing them open. My mouth watered. “I don’t beg.”
He stopped with his pants gathered at his knees and raised an eyebrow at me. “I’ve got time.”