Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Lindsey
Things I never thought I’d do:
Qualify for the Olympics, again.
Watch said Olympic Games get postponed.
Come back home with no back-up plan.
Have sex in the tack room at my family’s ranch.
Have sex in said tack room with Garrett Everleigh.
That wasn’t the goal when I came out here looking for Garrett after dinner.
No. I’d planned to come out here and set him straight. Give him a piece of my mind for treating me like shit for the last two weeks - ever since the bar - and hiding out like a coward whenever I walked in. Every time I think I am making ground with him, he retreats again and I’ve had more than enough.
So, we were going to have a long talk. And I one way or another, I planned to bring Garrett around to my way of thinking.
But then I walked in the barn and found him in the tack room shirtless, and cleaning up some things that were left out. Every brain cell I had started firing and my libido took over. Next thing I knew, I was eighteen again and had Garrett pinned to the wall, my hands tracing over his hard abs while my lips were pressed to his.
One thing led to another and now, needless to say, here I am bent over one of the fancy cushioned benches that my grandfather insisted we needed when he had the entire barn renovated a few years back. While I’m sure this is not what Gramps had in mind for these benches… holy shit, I’m sure glad they’re here.
“Garrett,” I squeak as he bottoms out inside of me and swivels his hips. Christ, who knew this was what I’d been missing out on for so long? He was right when he said a lot had changed. The young Garrett I remember was now a well-trained stallion with an expert understanding of how to drive a woman wild.
“Shh,” he grunts and covers my mouth with his hand to help muffle the sounds echoing from me.
So. Fucking. Hot.
It’s just us and the horses out in the barn, but I’ve never been more thankful that the tack room doors lock because it’s possible that Gramps or Dad could decide on a late-night stroll to check on their horses.
Garrett’s right. I should keep it down, but it’s hard to keep quiet when he’s doing... that .
“Oh God,” I mumble against his hand.
He must be getting close because he starts moving frantically and his fingers find my clit, circling the bundle of nerves and causing my toes to curl. I start to tremble and before I know it another wave of pleasure takes over. He wraps my long hair around his free hand and pulls enough so that I arch back against him while he kisses my neck.
“Again,” I plead. He rolls his hips just right and I find myself seeing stars.
“Goddamn,” Garrett hisses and slams his hips against me one more time as he comes undone with a low roar. His hands wrap around my body and he kisses along my back as we catch our breath.
My heartbeat slows and he finally pulls away. As soon as he breaks our connection, I find myself missing his presence and wanting him back.
We both reached down and pulled up our jeans, I tucked in my shirt while he stood there with his abs tense, the slightest layer of sweat glistening on his tan skin.
“That was…” Garrett grunts.
I don’t miss the satisfied smirk on his face.
“We should absolutely do that more often.”
“Linds, you’ll be the death of me. If anyone found out…”
“What? What do you think would happen, Garrett? We’re both adults.” All those endorphins start to fade and I remember exactly why I came out to the barn in the first place.
He huffs. “Adults, from two different walks of life, Linds. You really think your family would be okay if they knew about this?” Garrett swirls his finger in the air between us.
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot. I’m the Pony Princess and you’re Garrett Everleigh - just the ranch hand. When are you going to get past that?” I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my gaze on him.
For a man with so much power, so much charm and confidence, he’s always thought he wasn’t good enough for me.
“You’re different and we both know it.”
“No. That’s some lie you’ve made up in your head to keep yourself from being happy. Garrett, you know as well as the next person that I’m not some preppy rich kid from a wealthy family and there isn’t a stuck up bone in my body. For Christ’s sake, I’ve been out here every day for the last two weeks, mucking stalls right next to you - when you’re not busy running from me. You won’t find any other rider doing that. I may be an Addington but you know we were all raised on hard work.”
“You really expect me to believe that you don’t have people to care for Shadow when you’re traveling? No Olympic worthy star is going to be caught dead cleaning up horse shit and you know it.”
“ That is different. But when I was traveling? I was still putting in hard work and yeah, I still did a whole lot more than the rest of the team, because it’s in my blood. I may have the talent but damnit, I’m nothing like them.”
“And I’m not the guy you think I am. I wish I was.”
“Bullshit.” I stomp one boot into the ground and fight the urge to charge at him and kiss him senseless again as if that will somehow change things. “This is it. Garrett Everleigh, you do not get to run from me anymore. I will not let you deny the heat between us. My family loves you and as long as you treat me right, they’re not going to give a damn that we’re together. You owe it to us, to yourself, to give this a go and I’m tired of waiting for you to wake the fuck up!”