7. Jesse
JESSE
“ I still think you should be riding a horse too,” Adrian says, his body only slightly more relaxed as I lead Jolene around the pen, his knuckles white as he holds on to the saddle for dear life.
It’s adorable, honestly. This big strong man—the one that’s done and said pretty filthy things to me—humbled by the animal beneath him.
“You’re not ready for that,” I tell him even though I would have loved to take Zeus out too. I was about fourteen when we got him, and he’s the first horse I ever truly bonded with.
Later.
Later as in when Adrian is gone, not with Adrian. Definitely not. This was just a bet—nothing more.
Unless I can get him off quick when we’re done here.
Clearing my throat, I focus on my steps, on the feel of the reins in my hand, and the way the fall air is cooler than it was earlier this afternoon.
“You never told me why you don’t like horses.”
“It’s not that I don’t like them. I just prefer to be on the ground. I feel awkward up here—off-balance. Hell, you’re just walking and you’re more in sync with her than I am.”
“So, you’ve just been checking out my ass this whole time?” I tease as we circle back toward the barn.
“It’s my reward for doing this,” he grumbles.
“I didn’t take you for being so dramatic,” I tell him as I hold Jolene steady so he can get down. Relief pours off him the second both feet are on the ground, his face flushed and gorgeous, that square jaw covered in scruff just as tempting as I remember.
“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”
“Did you hear that, Jolene? I think he likes you.” Jolene bobs her head and swishes her tail as I get her settled back in her stall with fresh straw and a treat for putting up with Adrian.
Not that I say that part out loud.
Because I shouldn’t like him in this space. I’ve never brought a date here—not that this is a date.
“Have I paid my penance now?” Adrian asks, his eyes molten as they lock on mine.
“Not yet,” I murmur, grabbing him by the elbow and dragging him back toward the offices and to one of the storage rooms I know for a fact does not have a camera.
“What are you?—”
His question is cut off when I push him inside the darkened room and let the door slam behind us.
“Jesse.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t want this as bad as I do,” I grit out as I reach for his belt, my other hand gripping the back of his neck as I crash my mouth over his. He grunts into the kiss, his fingers deftly working my pants open until his palm is wrapped around my dick.
Damn, that’s good.
I don’t let myself dwell on the fact that Adrian was the last man to touch me—that I’m breaking my rules to do this, to be with him again.
Because there’s something happening between us that may be more than desire, but I don’t want complicated. All I want is fun.
“Let me,” I rasp, gripping his dick along with mine, stroking us together, hard and rough as I shove my tongue between his lips and ravage his mouth.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he groans as I lick up the column of his neck, addicted to the way he’s letting me dominate him like this.
“That’s the idea.”
“It’s too soon, but it feels so fucking good.”
With a hiss, he rips his shirt up to his chest as hot spurts of cum coat my hand and his stomach. It’s so hot I can’t hold back, painting him with my release.
Marking him.
Claiming him.
Nope.
Absolutely not going there.
This is just fun.
Pulling back, I watch as Adrian’s head falls back against the wall, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows and tries to catch his breath.
“You’re a mess.” I smirk, opting for playful instead of acknowledging how sexy he looks right now.
“We could clean up and grab dinner.” The words are hopeful as he looks down at his stomach then back up at me, oblivious to the way my heart has tripped into a sprint.
“We’re just having fun here.”
“Doesn’t mean we’re not allowed to share a meal.”
“Can’t. I have to babysit.”
“You’re kidding.” His mouth hangs open in disbelief.
“Nope. Now let’s get you taken care of so we can get out of here.”
“Such a romantic,” he says wryly.
“I’ve been called worse.”