Chapter 11
Elsa
I love the smell of horses. The hay, the feed, the wood of the stables, and the wax that keeps the saddle leather supple. I’m drawn right to them, slipping into the stable.
I pass by the tack room and head to a beautiful white mare. Her head bobs over the gate, curious who I am. She lets me pet her and I rub along her muzzle.
Being a part of this adventure is amazing. I cannot wait to come out and ride one of these beautiful creatures tomorrow. I used to go riding all the time when I was younger. And once dad moved out, there was a small horse ranch near where he moved after the divorce. He’d escaped into the countryside as soon as he could.
Dad is in a good place. He is in love. He hid his true self for so many years. It disgusted Mom. She thinks it’s awful he lives in a van.
Knowing he’s gay, in a seriously committed relationship with another man, well, she’ll never get over that.
It annoys me, because he is the same person. He’s just free, out in the open. Happy, the way he deserves.
I move along the wide walkway, greeting horses if they’re standing by their gates, peering in where they aren’t.
My heart almost melts when I see a mother and her foal in one of the bays near the back. I would give anything to stroke the foal. That would only frighten both of them.
Nick has never ridden before. It’s going to be so much fun teaching him. He will try anything once, I love that about him. We might have had a rocky start, but I can’t imagine my life without him in it.
As I move further along, checking for more horses, I hear a shuffling sound and a grunt. I’ve seen a couple of stable hands looking after the horses. Someone is still working, though it seems late for that. I can ask which horse will be best for Nick.
People don’t realize how individual horses are in their behavior. He will need a gentle horse that is used to new, nervous riders.
As I reach the end of the barn, the grunting gets more pronounced.
It’s not well lit in here, so the horses can rest. I step around an open bay and my eyes pop wide.
Jack is leaning back against the wall. His pants are around his ankles, his shirt unbuttoned. Bobbing up and down on him is one of the stable hands. I’ve only ever seen Jack with women. I never suspected he was bi.
Watching them is an invasion of privacy. Jack may not want people to know. I start to turn away when his eyes open and he sees me. I expect him to freak out, but he puts his hand on the man’s head. Urging him to move faster. Then he winks at me.
My head is telling me to leave, but my feet are planted firmly in place. Jack stares at me as the guy works him over. His mouth opens and his hips thrust.
“Fuck yeah, that feels good. Suck it, just like that.” He looks down at him as he slides his dick in and out.
Shit, I can see Jack’s dick.
“You like that?”
He’s looking at me now, not the guy. He’s asking me. Do I? Oh God, I do. I’m a pervert.
Heat is pooling between my legs, I’m so turned on right now. I have no desire to join in. None whatsoever, I will never do that to Nick.
Jack’s eyes grow heavy as the guy on his knees leans closer, gripping Jack’s bare ass and moaning. I swallow hard, my hands clench at my sides, and I rub my thighs together.
His breathing becomes erratic. It snaps me out of my trance. I can’t just stand here. I turn to walk back the way I came, my heart pounding. Jack chuckles, then moans, muttering ‘fuck’ over and over as I hurry away.
As I’m nearing the doors, he finishes and doesn’t try to be quiet about. I almost scream when I see a figure in the doorway ahead of me.
Nick arches a brow at me, peering down the darkened corridor. He clearly can hear Jack. My cheeks are flushed and I’m breathing hard. Nick looks at me, a question in his eyes.
Ever since Jenna showed him the type of romance books the authors at her literary firm write, Nick has become obsessed with steamy romance stories. And not just run of the mill romance. He reads full on spicy romance and reverse harem books, where the woman is with more than one man.
Plenty of times I’ve come into the bedroom to find him reading one of those books, stroking his dick. Sometimes he reads it to me. His bandmates make fun of him for reading those kinds of books, but Nick doesn’t care. When I find him like that, Nick tosses his eReader aside and grabs me, then fucks me to within an inch of my life.
We’re both sexual people. I believe we’re kindred spirits, meant to find each other. What’s not to love about that?
There’s a hungry look in his eyes now. He glances around, spots the tack room, then grabs my hand and leads me towards it. I don’t know what Jack and that guy are doing now that they’re finished, but I get another thrill replaying it.
Inside the tack room, Nick wastes no time lifting my skirt and rubbing my wet panties.
“Shit baby, you’re soaked,” he groans.
His fingers slip beneath the fabric. I lean back, lifting one of my legs and resting it on a box beside us. He kisses my neck, his fingers working me hard. I untie the fastening at the top of my dress, peeling the sides apart. I’m not wearing a bra and Nick mumbles his appreciation as his lips roam my chest. He palms my breast as he continues what he was doing.
“Need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I moan, helping him undo his belt. He shoves his jeans over his ass, but doesn’t push them any further. He drags me over to a bench, lifting me up and stepping between my parted legs. Then thrusts into me. “Oh God,” I cry out.
Nick leans over me, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, pulling me onto him. Movement catches my eye and I look up to see Jack leaning against the doorframe. His pants are up but unzipped and his chest is still on display.
I gasp and falter. Nick looks at me, sees where my gaze is, then turns his head. I don’t know what I am expecting to happen when he sees the voyeur. He slows his thrusts as he looks back at me, then back at Jack.
“You can watch,” he says in a gravelly voice. “But that’s it.” He turns back to me. “If that is okay with you?” he strokes my cheek.
I nod because I’m speechless, but not against the idea of this, or the reality. Nick peels my top off my shoulders, lowering it down so my top half is bare, then starts fucking me again. I push my legs up and rest my heels on his ass. Alternately looking at him and over his shoulder at Jack. He is leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on us.
And just like that, I lose it. An orgasm slams through me and I throw my head back. Nick pauses, letting it work through my body. I almost drop backwards, completely breathless, but he wraps an arm around me and holds me up. Then he pulls out, drops to his knees, and puts his face between my legs.
“Oh God, yes,” I arch my back.
This time when I look at Jack, he has his dick in his hand. He’s stroking himself as he watches Nick’s tongue. He works me until I come again, then stands up, turns me around, pushing back inside. He goes harder now, and I look back, seeing Nick turning his head to watch Jack watching us.
Another orgasm is building and Nick thrusts into me harder, knowing my body well. Nick holds on until I detonate again and then he roars as he comes.
Jack makes some noises in the doorway, but he’s much quieter. When I turn to look at him, his hand is covered in cum. I gulp, my head lowering, but my eyes are still on him.
He winks again, gives me a half smile, then tucks himself away and walks out of sight.
Nick turns to the empty doorway, then he straightens up and pulls me back against his chest.
“You liked that,” he says against my ear.
I nod, because words fail me.
“It was hot, knowing he was watching,” Nick says. “I’ll never share you baby, that ain’t happening. But how that affected you, feeling you go over again and again. Fuck, that was… incredibly sexy.”
He steps back and I turn to face him. He re-dresses me and pulls up his jeans.
“Is it weird that we did that?” I ask.
“No,” he strokes my long hair back over my shoulder kissing me. “It’ll be a little weird seeing him tomorrow, but I’m not embarrassed. I’m pretty sure he won’t tell anyone.”
“Oh,” I say with a shaky breath. “I don’t want people knowing.”
“I’ll have a word with him. I’m sure we’ve got nothing to worry about,” he grins, then steps away and takes my hand. “We should go back.”
I agree, and we leave the stables.
Jack is in the hot tub when we reach the deck. He watches us but says nothing. We wish everyone goodnight and head inside.
The next day, I watch as Nick mounts the beautiful white mare from last night. She is gentle and patient and stands still while he settles. He looks anxious and his posture is so rigid he’s going to be stiff tomorrow. He needs to relax.
Jordan is standing outside of the fence beside me. His forearms rest near my hip and he’s chuckling as Nick takes the reins handed to him. The stable guy leads the horse around the paddock.
It isn’t the man from last night. As far as I know, he hadn’t noticed he was being watched.
So far this morning I haven’t seen Jack, but after eating breakfast in bed, Nick disappeared for a while. When he came back, he’d spoken to him, and they agreed it was a private moment.
In fact, Jack is offended he asked, like it is a given he won’t tell anyone. That helps a lot.
I wiggle a little, my hands gripping the fence on either side of my thighs at the memory of him watching us. We've never explored my voyeur kink, but I’m excited after Nick welcomed it last night.
I’m not sure if I want to explore it more, but I can ask.
Nick isn’t afraid to have conversations like that. We’re always open and adventurous sexually. Bringing someone into our dynamic isn’t something I’d thought would happen, let alone want. No one will physically become involved, but I got off on knowing we were watched.
Don’t they have clubs like that? Where you have sex with people watching? My thighs clench at the thought.
“What’s up with you?” Jordan looks up from beneath his cowboy hat. “You’re squirming like a sea bass at an all you can eat buffet.”
I turn to look at him. “What?” I frown, but he just laughs.
“He’s not gonna fall off. We have the best trainers in the state here.”
“I’m not worried,” I brush my hair back. Thank God he mistook my squirming for concern about Nick being on a horse.
“Ah,” he gives me a dirty grin. “It’s getting you hot, seeing your man up there with that giant beast between his legs.”
“Stop it,” I laugh, nudging his Stetson so it tilts up. The sun goes in his eyes, making him squint.
“Nah, I get it,” he turns so only one arm rests on the fence and looks up at me. “Alessa was a wild woman after seeing me on a horse. Took me straight inside and rode me like-”
I slap a hand over his mouth. “Too much information!”
“She just wanted to show me her skills.” His voice is muffled through my fingers.
“You never stop,” I laugh harder.
Nick looks over at us, a bemused smile on his face. The horse shifts and he wobbles in the saddle, grabbing it in alarm. Jordan laughs at him and gets the finger.
The horse turns around, putting Nick’s back to us.
“I still can’t believe you bought this place,” I nudge Jordan’s shoulder.
He nods a few times, glancing around the wide-open space surrounding us. “I like to make her happy. It’s a bonus that I’m enjoying it, too.”
“You’re so sweet.” He looks affronted. “Oh, come on,” I smile. “I know you guys are all loathe to admit that every single member of BreakNeck has fallen. But you’ve fallen for some hella awesome ladies.”
His grin stretches. “We sure have. We’re lucky, I guess. You could all hate each other.”
“I suppose. Statistically speaking, bringing a group of women together, there is a chance things could get bitchy. Jenna and Brooke have been friends for years. I was friends with Jenna before things got serious with Nick. We were always going to be tight.”
His brow creases. “Alessa isn’t all warm and fuzzy, though.”
“But she is awesome. I love her straight forwardness. She cares a lot, and that’s the way she expresses herself. She’s fun, we love having her around. You don’t need to worry,” I tell him.
His shoulders relax, like he needed to hear that.
“I can’t believe Ad and Jen are gonna be parents, though.” He turns to look at them, walking through the garden at the side of the ranch, holding hands.
Jenna admired the horses but decided not to ride, much to Adam’s relief. They’d set off earlier for a walk, Jenna tucked securely under his arm.
I can’t help but remember how they were when we first met. Adam was clearly too far gone to let her go. I’d sensed the hesitation in her. I’m glad they’re where they are now.
Total couple goals.
“Do you think you’ll have kids?” I ask him.
He looks thoughtful for a moment. I already know even if he isn’t ready to answer, he likes the idea.
“Red Alert is just taking off. She loves playing, and she needs the rush of that recognition. I’ve lived it, I know what it’s like and I can’t take that opportunity away from her.”
“You’re a good man, Jordan Adair.”
“Of course, I will tour with them, because no overzealous fans are getting anywhere near her.”
“Don’t you trust her?”
“Course I do,” he scowls up at me.
“Let her live the experience her way.”
“You sound just like her.”
“So she’s asked you not to smother her, then?” I tilt my head.
“Arch, bro!” Jordan yells, looking over my shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’re trying to get out of this conversation.” I cross my arms, using my feet to keep me steady on the fence.
“She’s already tried to tear my balls off over it. I’m not letting you have a shot, too.” He claps a hand on my shoulder, then moves behind me to greet Archer. “Where’s Brooke? Don’t tell me she’s working.”
“I hid her laptop and her cell phone,” Archer laughs. “She’s with Sandy and Stone.”
“Sandy and Stone?” he brushes a hand over his chin and his eyes widen but he covers it quickly. “You gonna have a go?” he points back to the horses.
“Damn straight. I’m gonna show that asshole up too,” he indicates to Nick.
“I don’t know Arch, he’s been doing pretty good.”
The horse Nick is astride starts trotting. He’s bouncing up and down, his thick thighs gripping on for dear life. But he sees us all watching and tentatively lifts one arm and waves. I whoop at him in encouragement.
“Come on,” Arch grabs my arm. “I don’t know why you’re sitting up here on the fence when you know you’re dying to ride.”
I couldn’t agree more, so I hop down, and we hurry over to get our own horses.
Archer fucks up the mount and ends up hanging over the horse with his ass in the air. Nick laughs so hysterically his horse hops. He makes a girly sounding shriek, gripping the saddle handle. Even the ranch hands laugh at that.
Easing up on my horse, I let the trainers know I’m okay without a lead. They watch me before they relax, seeing I’m well aware of how to handle a horse.
We ride for another half hour, Nick growing more at ease and confident. Archer decides quickly this isn’t for him.
He gets down and bends over, cupping his balls and shouting to Jordan he was right. But Jordan is preoccupied. Stone and Sandy are with him and they’re talking in a little huddle. I frown, wondering what’s going on.
Stone has been with BreakNeck for years. He’s Adam’s bodyguard, but he’s part of the BreakNeck family.
Stone is older than us by about fifteen years I think. He’s huge, intimidating and stoic when he works, but he’s easy going and fun when he relaxes. I like him a lot.
Seeing him standing there looking stern as he speaks with Jordan and Sandy, makes me worry something has happened.
I cast aside any concern when Jordan slaps Stone’s arm and he leaves, striding back up to the ranch. Sandy yells over its time for lunch before we head off on the hike. She leaves to round up everyone else.
I’ve not seen Alessa so far this morning, but figure she’ll be there for the hike.
I can't wait for this.