Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
“Have you ever ridden a horse before?” I ask Imogen.
“No. My cousins all had horses growing up but I never felt the need to get on them. I want to try new things now though, before it’s too late and I can’t.”
“What do you mean before it’s too late?”
“Well, you know, none of us are immortal. We’re all getting closer to death with each passing second,” Imogen replies nonchalantly.
“That’s… one way to look at life, I guess.” I have no idea what to say to that. Technically, she’s not wrong.
“What would you want to do? If you knew for sure your time was limited and you only had months left, what would you do?”
“Have as much sex with your brother as I possibly could,” I blurt out without thinking and then cover my mouth with a hand. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I did not mean to say that.”
Imogen laughs. “I think you did. And also, gross.”
“But he’s really good at it.” I sigh.
“Again, gross.” Imogen scrunches up her nose.
“What would you do? Other than riding horses?”
“I would try to spend as much time with my family as I could. I’ve already had a great life. There’re a few things on my bucket list but nothing major,” Imogen tells me.
“Are you close with your family?”
“Yep. Sometimes too close, but our family is pretty awesome. You’ll see when you meet everyone.”
I’m not sure I want to meet everyone. “It’s still very new. I don’t think we’re at the meet-the-family stage yet.”
“Sammie J is a goner where you’re concerned—trust me, you’re at the meet-the-family stage. He’s here meeting your family.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t invite him here. Jaxson did.”
“Still, I have no doubt Sammie J will have you back in Vegas before you know it,” Imogen says as we stop by the stable. “What’s his name? He’s so beautiful.”
“This one is Casper. If we were riding tonight, I’d pick him. Are you up for it?”
“To ride? I really don’t know how.”
“It’s okay. We can ride him together. Come on, I’ll show you how to saddle him up.”
After getting Casper ready, I instruct Imogen how to get up and then climb on behind her.
“I’ll go slow,” I tell her as I lead us out of the stables and into the paddock.
“This is amazing! Why didn’t I do this sooner?” Imogen asks.
“Yeah, it is pretty awesome.” I always loved riding. I haven’t been on a horse in a while. I’ve avoided everything to do with this ranch as much as I can ever since I lost my parents. “How much is Sammie going to hate me for doing this with you?”
“He won’t hate you. He’s just paranoid I’ll fall off or something.”
“Cool, because we’re about to go past the yard where they are.”
“Go faster,” Imogen insists.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” I get Casper into a nice trot. Nothing too fast because I really am paranoid that I’m going to hurt Sammie’s little sister and he’ll never forgive me.
We ride straight past the guys. I look back to see Sammie standing and staring after us. I maneuver us around, slow down, and come to a stop right in front of him.
“You okay?” He looks from Imogen and then to me, so I’m not sure who he’s asking.
“This is so fun. You have to try it!” Imogen announces.
“You want a ride?” I grin at Sammie.
A heated look crosses his face and his lips tip up. I lift a brow, daring him to say what’s on his mind.
“Not the horse,” he grunts before looking to his sister. “Imogen, the guys are awake back at the house.”
“Oh, good. Help me down. I’m going to head off.” She holds out a hand to Sammie, and he effortlessly pulls her down from the horse. Imogen wobbles a little when she touches the ground.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Sammie asks her.
“Nothing. I just lost my balance.” She shakes off his hold. “Joel, walk me out to my car?” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she kisses her brother’s cheek. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Sammie J. I won’t wait up for you.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Sammie insists.
“No need. It’s just through the house.” Imogen is already strutting off.
“I’m going to go put Casper away,” I say. “Walk with me?”
“Sure.” Sammie escorts me all the way to the stables. He’s quiet as he scrolls on his phone while I get Casper settled again.
“You don’t have to stay,” I tell him, making sure the latch is on the door before walking out.
“Why wouldn’t I stay?”
“I can see you’re worried about your sister. You can go with her.”
“Imogen is fine. And I have plans for you. You ready to go?” he asks.
“So ready. I need a shower and maybe a cup of tea and my bed.” I sigh. It’s been a really long day. “Oh, and an orgasm or two somewhere between all that.” I smile.
Sammie takes hold of my hand. “Done. Let’s go say goodbye to your cousins and then get in your car and over to your house.”
The hot water runs down my spine. My head falls back against the tiles as Sammie kneels between my legs, his tongue sliding through my folds.
“Fuck.” My fingers tangle in his hair. My knees buckle. God, he’s good at this.
As soon as we walked through the door, he led me into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
He stripped us both down and started washing me.
Literally got my loofah and spread suds all over my body.
It was a delicious form of torture. When he kneeled in front of me, my thighs spread like they had a mind of their own.
Sammie picks up my right leg, putting it over his shoulder. Opening me completely. Two of his fingers push into my pussy while his mouth latches on to my clit. Sucking, licking, nibbling.
“Shit, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I tell him.
“That’s kind of the plan here, babe,” he says, looking up at me.
“Well, don’t stop.”
He gets back to work, those fingers hooking up and rubbing that hidden spot deep inside me. His tongue flattens against my clit, and my hips gyrate into his face. Seconds later, I’m coming apart.
Once my legs are stable enough, Sammie stands with a proud look on his face.
“Don’t look so smug. That was only one,” I remind him.
“First of many.” Sammie reaches behind me and shuts off the water.
Then he steps out of the stall, picks up a towel, and steps back. He starts drying me, running the towel from my shoulder to my hand before repeating the motion on the other side.
“I can do that,” I tell him while also doing nothing to stop him.
“You’re naked and wet. Running my hands over you isn’t a hardship, Poppy. Trust me, this is just as much for my benefit as it is for yours.” He winks at me.
By the time he finishes, I’m all up in my head. That felt more tender than just a guy coming over for a booty call. I don’t remember the last time anyone’s ever done anything for me like this.
Those thoughts don’t last long. As soon as Sammie guides me into my bedroom, I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. His mouth trailing wet, hot kisses all over my body.
I’m hungry, and Sammie is acting like he has all night before he gets to the main course. Pushing on his shoulders, I roll us over until I’m straddling him.
“I want to ride,” I tell him. Taking his cock in my hand, I guide the tip to my entrance and start to slowly sink down on him.
“Fuck. Poppy, stop.” Sammie’s fingers dig into my hips.
“What?” I don’t stop until he’s fully sunk into me.
“We need a condom,” he says. And I blink, looking down at where our bodies join.
“Oh. Is that all?” I joke.
“Well, I personally don’t give a fuck, but I’m not going to do that to you. So it’s your call, Poppy. You want one or not?” Sammie asks me, putting the ball in my court.
The right answer is yes. I know that, but feeling him inside me, like this… I don’t want to say yes. I want nothing between us. “I’m on birth control and I don’t have any nasties. Do you?”
“Nasties? No. Birth control? Also no.” He smirks.
“Funny, can I move now?” I really need to start moving. My pussy convulses around him, and Sammie grits his teeth.
“Ride away,” he says.
And I do. I bounce on his cock, rubbing my clit against his pelvis on every downward motion.
Sammie’s hands cup my breasts. His fingertips pull at my nipples.
I’m almost embarrassed by how quickly I come, but the pleasure is so insanely good I don’t care.
And I know that it’s not going to be the last time this man makes me come tonight.