CHAPTER 10 BEN
We’re still in Great Falls when Kaylee says, “I don’t trust your friend.”
“Craig-O?” I ask.
It’s what everybody calls him since his name is Craig Owens. We were seated alphabetically on the first day of kindergarten—I was Ben-O, and he was Craig-O for our entire childhood.
She nods and murmurs an mm-hmm.
“Why not?”
She lifts a shoulder as she looks out the window. “I just got a weird vibe from him.”
“Like what?”
“He, uh, checked out my boobs for one thing.”
“Well you do have really nice boobs,” I point out. What guy in his right mind wouldn’t check those titties out? My mouth waters for a beat as I think about what they taste like.
Damn, she’s got a great rack.
“Yeah, but they’re your boobs, not his.”
I reach over and squeeze her knee. “What else?” I ask gently.
“He sort of grilled me about what I want from you, and then he didn’t seem all that interested in letting me share my ideas for the program I want to build with you.”
“That’s your program, Peaches. I’ll make sure he knows it.” I shake my head as I brush off her concerns. There’s nothing to be worried about. “It’s fine. It’s just two important people in my life who are both looking out for me.”
She mutters something, and I think she says she wants to know who is more important, but I let it go. Of course it’s her. She’s my future—at least I hope. That’s how it seemed when she told me she could give up the future she dreamed of for a life with me, that I’d be enough for her.
But she still doesn’t want to tell her family.
She still wants to keep our secret…well, a secret.
I get it, I think. Once her family knows, that comes with new expectations and new pressures. I think we’re both enjoying what we have, and allowing others into it could be a recipe for disaster.
The drive back to my place flies by as she tries to guess which cartoon will be on the boxers I’ll wear on our wedding day. I already have them picked out. In fact, I ordered a fresh new pair just for her since I didn’t have any with the cartoon I wanted on them.
I figure I’ll be busy entertaining my guests once we return from our trip to Tight Fit, so this afternoon’s mission is finding a place to sneak off and have sex with Kaylee.
My mother has texted me multiple times today asking when I’m going to come over to meet the man she’s marrying, and I’m just not all that interested… and so I haven’t responded.
I’ll meet him the night before the wedding, I guess. I booked a hotel room in Great Falls for both Friday and Saturday night so I can be at all the events my mother has requested my presence at, plus it’ll give us a place to sneak off to have sex in between all the wedding shit.
As for today…I’m definitely thinking on a horse since I mentioned that to her once and she seemed intrigued.
Miller seems like the best option. He’s a good boy who’s seen some things, and he’s big enough to handle the weight of both of us.
Josh, Nicki, Luke, and Ellie are watching a movie, each of them sprawled on my couch like they’re totally exhausted. I think Josh is actually snoring rather than watching the movie.
Elizabeth is nowhere around, nor are the children, so I assume she’s off somewhere entertaining them, and Buddy is sprawled on his side on the floor, too. The kids must’ve run all four adults and the dog ragged this morning based on the situation in here.
“Anybody want to check on the horses?” I ask.
My question is met with grunts from the couch, and even Buddy just stays put. I glance over at Kaylee and raise my brows, and she must see the truth behind my question.
“I’ll go,” she says.
I nod, and we head out to the garage and take Brewski out to the stables.
On the way there, she asks, “Is this a secret sex mission?”
“It absolutely is,” I say, and I slide my hand up her thigh.
She surprises me by sliding her hand up my thigh, too, and then she palms my cock.
I already had a semi just at the thought of doing her on top of a horse—or doing her anywhere, really—and she massages and rubs until I’m ready to burst. I nearly pull over and fuck her right here in Brewski, but I decide to hold out for Miller to give her a real adventure today.
When we arrive at the stables, she stands and pulls off her helmet, fixing her hair for a beat as I make my way over to her. I lean down and press her up against the side of the vehicle, shoving my hard cock against her hip.
I lean down, and when my mouth is inches from hers and I’ve got her right where I want her, I ask, “Is it okay if I fuck you on top of a horse?”
She squirms and lets out a little giggle. “On top?”
I raise a brow. “It’ll be the ride of your life.”
“Then let’s go.”
We head into the stable and I open Miller’s stall.
I lead him out and gently help Kaylee swing up on top of him.
Then I climb on behind her and I praise the heavens she wore a dress today so I have easier access for what I’m about to do to her.
I guide Miller out into the forest with Kaylee pressed up against my chest, and I reach down the front of her dress and palm her tit.
Her nipple is a tight peak against my hand, and God do I want to have it in my mouth right now.
I lift the bottom of her dress with my other hand, and with her legs already spread wide for me, I shove my hand down her panties and feel around.
Jesus, does she feel good.
She’s good and wet for me, and I can’t wait until we get to our destination so I can slide into her warmth.
Miller walks patiently and slowly on the path I always take him when I ride, and he stops near the lake. Trees surround us, and it’s so peaceful and private out here that I know we’ve found our place.
“Turn around,” I say.
“What?” she squeals, and Miller starts a little at the sound.
“Calm, Miller,” I say gently. To Kaylee, I say, “I’ll help you. Turn so both legs are on this side,” I say, indicating where she should go. “Good, now flip this leg over the other way.”
She does it, and we’re face to face. Her legs are spread wide on the horse, and shit is my cock hard right now.
I lean forward to kiss her, and she’s a little tentative at first, but eventually she links her arms around my neck and gives in. I pull back and reach down to pull my cock out of my Daisy Duck boxers and my jeans. She grabs it with both fists, and I hiss at how good her hands feel on me.
“Get on,” I say, and she giggles.
“How? Just, like…mount you?”
I nod, my eyes full of lust as I wait for her to follow directions.
She does, straddling my legs that are spread wide apart to fit over the horse, and hot damn is she flexible.
She’s practically doing the splits and somehow still manages to wrap her legs around mine.
I fist my cock as she leans back on her palms, which are braced on the horse’s back behind her, and I slip her panties to the side.
I slide easily into her as she moves down over me.
She grips onto my neck and I move my hands to her ass to help her bounce up and down over me.
Fuck, she feels good. She always feels so damn good, and somehow, with her, sex has become so much more than just a fun thing to do.
There’s other shit involved now, shit I wasn’t expecting, and whether we’re just screwing around on top of a horse or in a bed or wherever, it’s meaningful.
It bonds us further. It pulls our souls a little closer together each time.
It helps me feel more secure in what we’re sharing.
I pummel up a little harder as these thoughts swirl around my brain and the feelings warm my chest. I’m getting close—too close, too quickly, but I can’t stop the freight train of good feelings.
The only sounds out here are her soft moans as I thrust into her and my own growls as I feel my body tensing as we both move closer and closer toward the peak.
Her tight pussy starts to clench over me. She claws at my back as she gets closer and closer to her climax, and then she squeals, and I know she’s there.
In my haze of needing to be inside her, I never mentioned that while Miller doesn’t spook easily…he’s not exactly a fan of high-pitched noises.
He startles, and since we’re balanced so precariously on top of him, the shift in his movement manages to buck the two of us right off his back.
It all happens so quickly that I almost don’t even register what’s going on, but she’s mid-orgasm and I’m awfully damn close as my arm slams into a tree before my ass hits the ground.
Somehow I’m still inside Kaylee, and she slams down onto my hips as she falls on top of me.
Good thing the monster is real fucking strong, but she jumps off me nearly immediately once we’ve made impact with the ground, her hands moving down toward her pussy as she hops around in a little bit of pain.
She slides her panties back into place and smooths her dress down as she hops.
“Fuck,” I say. “Are you okay?”
She wrinkles her nose and squeezes her eyes shut for a second, and then she nods. “Yeah. I just got literally slammed into when I landed on top of you.”
“I mean, I knew you liked it kind of rough…” I tease.
She narrows her eyes at me, and then they widen a little as they shift to my arm. “Oh shit. Your arm!”
I turn to look and see a trail of blood running down from a gash. I hadn’t even realized I’d been cut. “It’s fine. I don’t even feel it.”
I move to stand, though, and fuck…
That I feel.
I hiss through the pain in my bruised ribs that aren’t quite healed yet.
“Come on,” I say, limping back toward Miller, who didn’t make it very far. “Let’s head back to the stable and get cleaned up.”