Saranya Chapter 12 #2
The outside wasn’t made of wood. Instead, it was made of brick.
Upon entering, I noticed the wood used inside was a gorgeous cherry color.
The flooring was Padenpor DLX, which was an expensive choice, but it was what I would’ve used.
It was seamless, easy to sanitize, and antimicrobial.
The only cons were the high cost and the need for professional installation to guarantee it was done right.
There were two lengths of stalls with a breezeway down the middle. There were six stalls on each side.
“Zander, this is flawless. You’ve got a dream stable.”
“Thank you. The club insisted on helping with some of the cost. I knew what I wanted. I have five horses with room for more, as you can see. Jaycee loves to ride. Chasin has been on them with his dad. The others have all done it, some more than others. Swerve rides the most. It helps him with his core stability, strength, and pain. Usually, Electra rides with him.”
The call of the horses grew louder with him in the stable. He ambled over to a wooden bin and rummaged inside, coming out with two apples. He handed them to me, then got another. Pulling out his knife, he sliced them in half. With both our hands full, he led me to the first stall.
Inside was a majestic Thoroughbred stallion, the color of deep amber mixed with coppery-brown. “This is Whiskey. His color says it all about his name. He’s my oldest horse,” Cowboy explained.
The look of love on his face said it all. He adored his horse. Whiskey, charged to the door and neighed loudly. Cowboy fed him half an apple. While he was doing that, I was able to pet Whiskey. His silky coat was so warm.
My love of horses tripled just by seeing him.
We didn’t linger long since the others were calling out to their owner.
One by one, I was introduced to the chestnut-colored American Paint colt named Rum.
The mare Haflinger called Absinthe was a mix of blond and roan.
The filly, named Brandy, was a brown American Quarter Horse.
The final one was a gray Tennessee gelding called Tequila.
After I was introduced to each horse, we spent more time with each one. They lapped it up. We’d been there an hour before Cowboy winked at me as he drawled. “Would you like to ride one of my babies?”
“I thought you would never ask,” I squealed.
I was dressed for riding, wearing jeans and boots. Together, we saddled Whiskey for him and Absinthe for me. Out in the corral, we trotted them around before taking them for a short run outside it. While I worked out Brandy next, he rode Rum. The odd man out, Tequila, got both of us.
After we were through riding each, we rubbed them down and made sure they had water and hay. I sighed as I told Cowboy on our way back to his house, “This was the best day. I wish I could do this all the time.”
“You can. Move here. We can build you a clinic outside the fencing with access to the main compound. The club owns more than what’s fenced in. You can have room to board your sick animals.”
His offer stunned me. I stared at him speechless for a few moments as my brain processed what he offered.
“Zander, that’s so generous. I won’t lie and say I haven’t dreamed of owning my own clinic outright and having it designed the way I desire.
And this is an ideal location, being out of town.
But what about your club? It’s a joint decision.
They have to agree, right? You told me about how the voting works when you have a decision to make in church.
They might not like this idea. It would bring people and traffic to the compound, even if it is technically outside the fence.
And even if they agree, it’s all a benefit to me.
There’s no asset for you or the club. It’s all me taking. I won’t do that.”
“Hang on, let me finish. First, yes, being able to design it and make the clinic as big as you want is ideal. And you’re right, the club would have to vote on whether to do it or not.
And while there would be more people and traffic, it’s during designated hours.
What would you say if I told you the club voted on it in church on Monday?
I brought it to the table and presented the pros and cons.
We discussed all of them, and when the vote was cast, everyone said yes.
The club is behind it. All we have to do is pull the trigger. ”
I was dumbfounded. I stood there with my mouth open and saying nothing.
I wasn’t sure if I even blinked. Finally, Cowboy grasped my shoulders and gave me a tiny shake.
“Wildling, say something. I’ve never known you to be speechless,” he said, smirking.
Wildling was the special name he’d given me a few days back when we were lying in bed.
He claimed I was the wild spirit he needed. I liked it.
“I-I,... uhm, wow, I don’t know what to say. I never expected this. It’s incredible. But as much as I want to say yes and take the opportunity, I can’t.”
“Can’t? Why the hell not?”
“Because it’s all me taking. Let me guess, you want to help pay for building it, right?” I asked, and Cowboy nodded.
“See, that’s what I mean. It’s all one-sided. What do you and the club get out of it? Not a damn thing.” I shook my head.
“That’s not true. There’s more. I mentioned my interest in equine therapy and the extensive reading and studying I’ve done on the subject.
The club has been pushing me for ages to do something with it.
They like the idea of me providing that to those who would benefit.
Everyone sees what it does for Swerve. We discussed it again when we talked about your clinic.
They want me to start my business, too. And to do that, my horses and any other animals we get on the compound will need a veterinarian.
“See, there is a payoff for the club. The guys have already started working on how to carve out my stable and connect your clinic to the public, while also ensuring we have access to the main compound. And since it is a club-related business, Wrath’s Prep & Restore will build the clinic and do the modifications, which is quicker than using an outside company. ”
My head was reeling with all the information he was firing at me. “How is your stable and my clinic club-related?”
“Your clinic is merely because you’re mine. My stable will be a revenue maker for the club. I’ll retain the bulk of the profit, but twenty percent of it will be allocated to the club. It’s still serving us because we’ll profit from whatever is done with it for the club overall.”
“They insisted on taking a portion of your business?” I asked, outraged.
“No, I insisted they take a percentage. All our businesses contribute to the upkeep of the compound and to the club’s activities, such as building the houses and setting up the sweet barbecue behind the clubhouse.
There’s talk of a playground and pool like our friends’ clubs have.
We also receive a cut of the money from all businesses.
The person managing the business for the club receives a higher percentage, which is only fair.
The Horsemen make a very comfortable living, but we’re always open to new revenue makers.
I had to fight to get them to take a twenty percent cut.
The guys argued it was all my work and resources, so it shouldn’t be treated like the other businesses. ”
I remained silent for several minutes, processing everything that had happened.
Excitement coursed through me at the idea of having my own place and no longer being subject to a landlord’s rules or the fear that I could be kicked off the property without notice.
When I had it straight in my head, I brought up my first request.
“Zander, this offer is too amazing to believe. I want time to think it through. However, there is one thing I know for sure. If the club provides the labor to build the clinic for me and allows me to use their land, I have to give them a cut of my profits, the same as you will. My paying for their work isn’t enough. ”
Cowboy’s head shook. “No, no, you won’t.
They don’t expect a cut, Anya. It’ll be yours free and clear.
As for paying them to build it, that’s not exactly what they had in mind.
We want to treat it the same way we treat the houses.
The money for those came out of the pot allocated for club enhancements.
We didn’t individually pay for our houses. ”
I stumbled back, shaking my head. “Zander, that’s not right! I can see the houses, but not my clinic. It makes no sense to do that for me.”
Edging closer, he took me in his arms. I couldn’t look away from his intense stare.
“Listen to me, yes, you can. The reason is simple. I know we’re technically still dating, but you haven’t shot down moving into my house.
You introduced me to your parents as your boyfriend.
And I see how thrilled you are at the thought of your own clinic, where you can do anything you want.
And you can have whatever animals you want.
“I’m about to say something I pray doesn’t scare you.
And you need to know that I’ll wait until you feel the same.
But I’ve already told my brothers I want you as my old lady.
Hell, they even voted on it, and you’re official with them.
When you’re ready, we’ll make it public, and you’ll wear my property cut. ”
I saw the anxiety on his face. Cowboy was worried I’d freak out or refuse.
The simple truth, as crazy as it was, was that I was in love with him and would love nothing more than to be his forever.
I wanted to be claimed and wear a property cut proclaiming I was his for the world to see.
I’d held back proclaiming my love out of fear that it would cause us to fall apart or scare him away.
The time for hiding was past. I couldn’t have him doubting my feelings for him.
I slid my hands up his chest to cup his strong, square jaw.
I brought his head down toward me. I never took my eyes off him.
“Zander Brashears, I want nothing more than to be your old lady and to wear your property cut. As for when, I have to confess, I’ve been scared of messing things up between us.
It was fear that has kept me from telling you that, as insane as it is, I love you. ”
I gasped right as his mouth took mine. He growled as he did. Then, I was consumed in a whirlwind of lust, love, and a hint of desperation. Cowboy hoisted me up. I clung to him by my arms and legs, even though he held me securely to him, with an arm under my ass and one around the middle of my back.
Vaguely, I felt movement, but I was too busy kissing him back as hungrily as he was kissing me.
The spell wasn’t broken until Cowboy stopped moving and unsealed our mouths.
As he did, he put a foot of distance between us.
I blinked and looked around, wondering why he had stopped.
I recognized we were in his lovely tack room. I envied it as well.
Suddenly, my belt was being torn open, and then my jeans unsnapped and unzipped. My man’s face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily. “What are you doing?” I asked stupidly.
“I’m getting my woman’s pants down so I can fuck her. I can’t wait, Anya. I need inside of you. Now.” The urgency was apparent in his tone.
His words increased the desire inside of me.
My pussy was already wet, but his words made me slicker.
I reached out and began working on his belt and jeans.
Together, with a bit of fumbling due to getting into each other’s way, they eventually were undone.
Cowboy shoved my jeans and panties to below my knees, then he grabbed my hips and twirled me around.
I ended up facing the framework holding the saddles.
“Bend over that saddle,” he ordered gutturally. I was dying to have him inside of me, so I complied. There was a rustle of clothing, then his fingers were sliding through my wet folds. I moaned.
“Christ, yes, you’re ready for me,” he muttered.
Then I lost his fingers, and the head of his cock nudged my opening.
Even as desperate as he was, Cowboy still eased into me, ensuring he didn’t hurt me.
However, when he was in, he went wild. I hung over the saddle, gripping the next row, as he hammered my pussy.
I came within a minute or so, but he kept going.
I lost track of how many times I climaxed and told him I couldn’t stand more.
I was barely able to think and was sobbing as another orgasm crested within me.
As I climaxed, screaming his name, he thrust deep, hitting my cervix, then stayed there.
His roar and grunts coincided with the jerks of his cock as he spilled his cum.
He seemed to keep coming for a long time.
When he began to ease, Cowboy leaned over my back. “Give me your mouth,” he panted.
I turned my head and gave it to him. He kissed me so sweetly, it was at odds with how he’d just fucked me.
When he separated our mouths, he gazed into my eyes and said softly, but honestly, letting the raw emotion behind his words show.
“I love you, too, Saranya Coleman, and I don’t care if it’s insane or not. It’s true.”
Right then and there, I knew without a sliver of doubt, this was true love, and we’d last. I’d move to the compound, and I’d most likely build my clinic here.
“I love the way you seal a partnership,” I said, smirking.
Cowboy tossed back his head and laughed. The shaking made me have a mini orgasm. We remained connected until he could no longer remain inside. I hated to lose him.