Chapter 35
S age lets out a peal of laughter as I flick the hose spray in her direction.
“God, you are a child.” She grins at me. “These horses don’t appreciate you messing around with their shower time.”
We’re outside the barn, with the horses hitched in the dappled shade, after going for a morning ride together. Now they’re getting a well-earned cool off with a hose down, since the temperature is set to be roasting, and likely to fry everything in its path today.
“Oops. I didn’t see you there.” I shrug before turning the water to flick over her thigh again.
“ Hey .” Sage tries to evade the spray flying in her direction, and fails. “Don’t make me wrestle you for that hose, Cock Ring. Remember, I’ve got the twins at home. I trained those two in the dark arts of battle. Don’t think I won’t bite as viciously as Teddy.”
She makes a show of chomping her teeth my way.
I nonchalantly keep running water along Dusty’s flank and back, before doing the same on the other side. As Sage finishes heaving the saddles over the fence railing and turns back around, I hit her with a squirt straight to the chest.
She stops dead, letting out a yelp. Those dark eyes flash as her gaze connects with mine, and I poke my tongue against the inside of my cheek. The weight of my gaze drags down her figure, and I see her nipples poke through the wet fabric clinging to her chest.
Sage lunges for the hose in an attempt to wrestle it from me, but I catch her around the waist and walk her, with the water still running freely in one hand, until she’s backed up against the outside wall of the barn.
Caging her in place keeps my girl exactly where I want. Sage pushes and wriggles to try and get away, but it’s only half-hearted. Her eyes stare back up at me, filled with deep pools of desire that reflect just how much I want to be carefree and wicked with her right here, right now.
Leaning one arm high overhead, I bring the hose up and allow the water to start cascading down her body. Her stomach caves, lips dropping open on a breathy little noise, but there’s a glint to her expression. As her pupils dilate, I keep running water everywhere, saturating every inch, and the thin cotton of her tank goes translucent as it clings to her figure.
“Ready to fight me at every turn… but actually, you’re just dripping wet for me, aren’t you?”
She juts her chin. “You’ll never know unless you make a move.”
“Think I don’t have moves, baby?” I shut the hose off, letting it thud to the ground beside my boots. Goosebumps scatter across Sage’s skin at the sound, all while she keeps her gaze firmly locked on mine.
“How about I give you just a little taste of my fingers? Let’s see if you can last eight seconds riding my hand without screaming my name.”
As I taunt her, I hook the front of her tank and drag the dripping wet fabric down, followed by the soft fabric of her bra.
Sage lets her spine bow in an effort to draw me down to suck on her exposed nipples like she knows I always want to. I fucking love playing with her tits, but right now, I want to enjoy seeing her squirm for me.
Dipping my head, I blow across the tightly furled buds, then flick them, but that’s all she gets. It sends a shiver of pleasure along her limbs, and I hum to myself with satisfaction.
“Is that all you’ve got? Eight seconds and all you can do is drool over my tits?”
She fucking knows just how much I love unleashing this competitive side with her. I flick the button of her jeans, lower her zipper, and fist the sodden material covering her pussy. Yanking her hips forward roughly, I don’t miss the way excitement flares in those honeyed streaks of her eyes.
Sage likes it when I’m rough with her. It doesn’t exactly come naturally to me to be that way… but for her? I’ll damn well give her that side of me. The part that can always be counted on to be feral for my girl.
“Palms flat on the wall,” I grunt, before spinning her around and shoving my hand down the front of her panties.
I’ve hardly sunk inside her, barely even curled my fingers and gotten up to my second knuckle, when tires crunch over gravel nearby.
Sage’s fingers scrape against the wood of the barn wall, her body wriggling beneath my hold.
“Beau, someone’s here.”
“Shh. Just be quiet for me. It’s only Storm. He’ll go away if he thinks I’m not around.”
Her cunt clamps down on my fingers as she whispers. “He absolutely will not.”
“Isn’t that part of the fun? Finding out if he comes looking for us?”
“Oh my god.” Her hips shift, letting me stroke harder.
The vehicle draws closer, before coming to a halt, then the engine shuts off.
“Would you quite like him to see you with my fingers two knuckles deep inside this perfect pussy? How hard will you grip me… How loudly do you shatter when you’ve got an audience?”
This time, the sound is of doors slamming.
“ Shh , baby. That’s it.” I rub faster, working that spot more forcefully, letting the heel of my palm massage her clit.
“Beau. You need to stop.” Her eyes start rolling back as her pussy spasms.
“Do I? Or do I need to feel you get off on someone possibly catching us?”
“If they see me, they’ll see you.” She’s squirming and panting so beautifully.
“Maybe I’m beyond caring.” I press my mouth to her ear. “Maybe I’m so far gone that I can’t find a reason to stop anymore.”
“You’re wicked.”
“God, I love how you’re soaking my hand, trouble.”
Above the thud of my pulse and the recklessness that consumes me, the faint sound of voices drifts from the other side of the barn and grows louder with each second I finger fuck Sage ruthlessly.
“What a view. Those mountains look just like a painting.”
I freeze. Every muscle in my body locks up, and my stomach falls through my boots.
“Oh my f—” Sage slaps one hand over her mouth.
“Shit.” I yank my hand out and spin her to face me. My mind starts buzzing with a blaring white noise, droning static electricity, and I adjust her top quickly back in place, before moving to do the same for her waistband.
Her hands fly down to bat mine away. “Is that who I fucking think it is?”
With an inability to draw any air down in my lungs, my eyes lock on hers, and the side of my jaw pulses.
“Beau. Tell me your wife isn’t standing out there.”
Silence… it’s all I’ve got to give. I don’t have any words. My mind whirs too fast to process what the fuck is going on, because that voice is unmistakably one that still haunts me. Even when I’ve tried so long to forget it.
“Tell me you didn’t invite her here,” she hisses at me. And that’s the piece that squares me up in the chute. It spurs me into a place where steely determination takes over. Seeing and hearing that frustration and hurt in Sage shifts me from the frozen tundra where I couldn’t function, to now being back in my body with a wild rush of blood.
“Of course I didn’t. Why would I do that?” I say, lifting my hat and stabbing fingers through my hair.
“Oh, I don’t know, because you two are married .” Her eyes are stony and hard, whereas only a moment ago, she was dreamy and surrendered to pleasure beneath my touch.
“Sage... I promise you.”
That makes her let out a cold laugh. “Save your promises. You’d better go properly greet your wife.”
I don’t give a fuck about anything but this enthralling woman standing before me. Pinching her chin, I level her with a firm look, then press a kiss against her lips. Sage tries to duck away and protest against my mouth, but I hold her chin tighter to keep her right there, and I growl.
“Don’t get any wrong ideas, or get this twisted, baby.” I keep my voice hushed. “I’m going to go deal with whatever the fuck is going on. And all I’m gonna suggest—for your own sanity, because Mandy is a raging bitch—is that you take the afternoon off. Go see Layla, hang out with Briar, whatever you wanna do. I’ll call you as soon as I figure out why the hell that woman is daring to set foot on my ranch.”
I have to leave her, and I hate it.
“The only person I want here with me is you. So let me get rid of her, then we can talk, ok?”