Chapter Eight #3
She nudged him forward, and together they slipped out of the barn into the dazzling morning.
The sun hovered high in a cloudless sky, its rays slicing through the air and ricocheting off the snow so fiercely she had to pull on her sunglasses.
The world beyond the barn fence stretched wide and white, her domain for the next hour.
Heading east toward the pasture, the horse’s hooves made a crisp, rhythmic crunch.
Sydney inhaled the cold air, feeling the tension in her shoulders loosen with every stride.
When they reached the old fishing pond, its surface frozen smooth and glassy, she paused to admire the stillness; the only sounds were the horse’s heavy breathing and the faint creek of tree limbs under snow.
Just as she turned for home, her phone vibrated sharply against her thigh. She stood up in the stirrups and pulled it out then settled back into the saddle. The screen glowed with Caysen’s name.
“Caysen?”
“Where are you?” His voice was low.
“In the east pasture. I decided to take a ride. Why?”
“I’m at your house.”
Her breath caught. “You are?”
He chuckled softly. “Yes, ma’am. If you’re going to stay out and ride, I’ll head home.”
She pressed her palm to her chest. “No, don’t do that. I’m on my way back. The door is unlocked if you want to wait inside.”
“I’ll wait in my truck.”
“Okay.” She ended the call and gave the gelding a firm squeeze with her calves. He broke into a smooth gallop, the sun glinting off his coat as they raced home.
By the time she crossed the yard, she thought her face was frozen. Caysen’s black truck stood lonely in the drive. For a moment she thought he’d slipped inside after all, but when she rode into the barn, she found him deep in conversation with Ezra and Billy.
Caysen broke away, shaking their hands, then strode across the straw-scattered floor toward her. She slipped from the saddle, her gloved hand holding the reins, as Billy and Ezra walked from the barn.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi.” She folded her arms, searching his face. “Do you have news for me?”
He shook his head. “Not yet.”
Her heart sank. “Oh. I thought that’s why you came by. ”
His gaze softened. He closed the distance until she could feel the heat radiating through his thick winter coat. Cupping her cheek with his gloved hand, he leaned down and brushed his lips to hers in a feather-light kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes held hers, steady and unwavering.
“I came by to see you, Sydney,” he said, his breath puffing white in the cold air. “I’m tired of telling myself to stay away… unless you want me to.”
“No. I don’t want you to stay away.”
He let his hand fall to her waist and lingered, as if afraid to break the spell. Then he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, “I’m glad to hear that.”
“Let me get this boy cooled down, then we can go inside.”
“Alright. Do you want my help?”
“No. I’ve been riding since I was three years old. I know how to cool down a horse.”
Caysen nodded. “Okay,” he said, then folded his arms and leaned against the barn wall.
“You don’t have to watch me.”
He smirked. “Sure I do.”
Sydney laughed, then led the horse along the barn’s aisle. Once she had the horse cooled down, she put him in his stall and gave him fresh oats and water, then she walked to where Caysen stood.
“Let’s go.” She took his hand and led him to the house.
“Did you have any plans today?” he asked.
“No. I didn’t think I’d be able to get out.”
“The roads are clear for now. The county got right on it since we’re expecting more snow.”
“How long can you stay?”
“For a while. At least until it starts snowing again. ”
They walked up to the porch, and Caysen removed his hat, wiped his feet, and she did the same, then they entered the house and removed their coats.
“It feels good in here,” he said.
“It’s bitterly cold.”
“Yet, you went for a horseback ride.” Caysen grinned.
“I love riding in the snow.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“No, thanks.”
She tilted her head. “What do you want?”
He walked across the kitchen to where she stood, cupped her face in his hands, and looked into her eyes. His gaze dropped to her lips, then back.
“You. I want you.”
“That’s the right answer.” She took his hand and led him to her bedroom.
The air was thick with desire as they quickly removed their clothes, then she lay back on the bed, her body quivering with anticipation. His eyes were dark with lust as he reached out, and touched her slit, rubbing at her swollen clitoris with his thumb.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, his voice husky with need. She gasped and moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily as waves of pleasure washed over her.
He quickly rolled on a condom, then crawled between her legs. She felt his weight on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in.
But instead of entering her, he moved down her body, his tongue tracing a hot path from her breasts to her belly button. When he reached her slit, he put his mouth over her clitoris and sucked.
She cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets as his tongue then moved along her slit. She could feel herself building toward an orgasm, her body tensing with every stroke of his tongue.
She writhed beneath him, her hips arching off the bed as she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.
Caysen moved up her body, his hard cock nudging at her. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him. She wanted him inside her, filling her up.
“Caysen, please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
He entered her slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size. But once he was fully inside her, he began to move with a ferocity that took her breath away. She could feel every inch of him, every thrust sending her closer and closer to the edge.
She raked her nails down his back, urging him on as he drove into her harder and faster. She could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure building in her core.
When it finally hit, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her body shook with the force of it, her muscles clenching around his cock as she cried out his name. He followed soon after, then collapsed on top of her.
As they lay there, panting and spent, she knew that this was a night she would never forget. He had shown her, once again, the true meaning of pleasure, and she was already looking forward to their next encounter.