Chapter 13
Faith paced her bedroom several times before she flopped back on her bed in frustration.
She sat up just as fast, paced again, then shook her head.
She kept remembering the two brief kisses she had shared with Shay, and couldn’t get them out of her mind.
She had gone to bed two hours ago, but couldn’t settle.
On a frustrated sigh, she headed to the door, whipped it open, and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Shay standing there with his arm lifted, as if ready to knock.
“Can’t sleep?” He smirked at her.
“No, you frustrate the hell out of me, Shay Hall.”
“Me, what did I do?”
“You kissed me,” she accused and stood as tall as her five-foot nothing frame would allow, and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. She looked at him in shock when he grinned, then leaned against the doorjamb to her room.
“Yep, I did, twice.” He winked. “What are you going to do about it?”
Faith studied him for two whole minutes before she stamped her foot in frustration, uncrossed her arms, made a wild sound, reached up and pulled him to her. When she slammed her lips on his, after he bent his head, she moaned when she felt herself being lifted.
“Your leg.”
“Is fine,” he whispered against her lips.
She didn’t see he had his eyes open and spotted her queen-sized bed, which was bigger than the twin he slept on in the spare room.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, making sure his hands cradled her ass and walked toward her bed.
He still held her as he lowered them to the bed and closed his eyes to continue kissing her.
“Are you sure?” she asked when he laid his hand on her firm stomach beneath her tee.
“Yes, are you? We barely know each other.”
“I’m one hundred percent sure, but what about your leg?”
“It’s fine, and if it bothers you that much, you can be on top,” he said with a grin. “You know, ride me like a horse.”
Faith looked at him in shock, then threw her head back and laughed. “Yeah, that could be done.” She reached up to bring his head back down, but had to wait until he removed his shirt. She reared back to study him.
“What?”
“Before we go any further, do you have condoms?”
“Yes, I picked some up on a couple of gas stops on the way here. I was hoping. That’s all. I like you, Faith, I feel comfortable with you. I know you might not want to hear something like that, because no one wants to be considered comfortable.”
“Actually, yeah, I do. I know what you’re saying. I don’t feel like I have to put on airs when I’m around you. You’ve accepted me for me, and the cherry on top?”
“Yes?”
“Not once have you questioned my profession. Not once have you tried to tell me I couldn’t be a jockey. That means a lot in my book.”
He stared into her eyes for a few seconds, then leaned down and gently kissed her nose.
He moved her hair from the sides of her face.
“Being a jockey is you, I knew it the second you said why you were at New Double. I think without that, you would be lost. I see the excitement, and joy on your face when you talk about it. I saw the same in Pedro’s face.
It’s in your blood, both of you. I only have one concern before we go any further in this relationship, because I want us to have a relationship. ”
“Me too, what’s your concern?”
“You can slap me, but have you and Pedro ever had sex before.”
“Eew,” she wrinkled her nose and lips like he had said something foul. “He might not look it, but he’s twenty years older than I am. He’s like a father to me, or a much, much older brother. He didn’t today, but when we worked together in the past, he had a pet name for me.”
“Which is?” Shay asked between clenched teeth, and sighed when she reached up and massaged his jaw.
“He used two names for me, he either called me Kid, or Squirt.”
“Yeah, sorry, nothing sexy about those two names.”
“Exactly. We have one hell of a working relationship. We have to in order to know what the other is thinking and the horse is our number one concern. I know the horse from riding it, he knows the horse from observing how the two of us mesh, and he knows the stats, or numbers.”
“Like a well-oiled machine? One can’t work efficiently without the other.”
“Right, and remember, it’s a three-way. The horse, me, and Pedro, or horse, jockey, trainer.”
“The owner stays in the background and accepts all the glory.”
“Right, some of them, they don’t interfere with the training.”
“What’s better? Having a hands-on owner, or a standoffish one?”
“Everyone is different, but in my personal experience, the hands-on one was better. They knew the problems or not that we faced, they knew how the horse reacted to certain things, they were in the know, from the very beginning, and the standoffish ones would boast in front of their buddies at the track, in their owner’s box, and only come down to see the horse if it won.
Those type of owners have no clue what the jockey and trainer had to go through to get the horse to that position. ”
“Ah, I totally understand.” He nodded, and studied her.
“Thank you,” he said softly, then leaned down and kissed her again.
All thoughts of horses, trainers, or owners flew out of his head with the taste of her in his mouth.
He took the hand on her flat stomach, and slowly inched it beneath her shirt, and sighed when he felt her small, but firm breast. Once he took one firm globe in his hand, they weren’t so small after all.
They fit his hand perfectly, and that was all that mattered to him.
With a hand on her breast, and his lips covering hers, he sighed in contentment when she reached up to wrap her arms around him, and ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head.
Since getting out of the military, he’d been letting it grow, but he had a long way to go before there was enough for her to tug on when he made love to her.
He gave himself a mental slap to concentrate on what he was doing.
It had been years since he had a woman in his arms, and he wasn’t about to mess it up with him concentrating on his thoughts, and not her.
He lifted his head so they could both get air, and enjoyed the expression on her face.
If the closed eyes and smile on her slightly swollen lips were any indication.
He moved so he could remove her shirt, and when they were bare chested together, he sighed when she reached up and ran her hands through the hair on his chest. He suddenly slipped to the side and brought her with him.
He propped his head on his hand and looked down at her.
“What?”
“Is there anything you won’t do?” He knew they could discuss things in more detail later, but he wanted to know a little more before their first time.
“Like?”
“Like is there anything you won’t do?”
“Is that your subtle way to ask if I’ll suck you off?”
He grinned. “No, I like to play in the bedroom. Because I like to play, I have to ask what you won’t do.”
“Play?”
“I don’t have any supplies here, I do have my play bag in my cabin back home.
I’m talking light BDSM.” At her raised brows, he smiled, kissed her lightly, then sat back up.
“Handcuffs, flogging, anal play.” He saw her expression and shook his head.
“No blood, no gore, no wax play, nothing to break the skin. I like the flogger, and the occasional crop, but not whips. Like I said, nothing to break the skin and cause you to bleed. Oh, and I don’t enjoy cupping. ”
“What’s that?”
“Where suction cups are placed in certain areas for maximum enjoyment. However, I’ve found that it leaves bruises where the cups had been, and it takes days for it to go away.” At her frown, he explained further. “Cupping brings the blood to the surface, leaving a bruise.”
“Oh, yeah, no, I don’t think I’ll be interested in that.”
“Good, what about spankings?”
She moved so she could place a hand behind her head. “Have you always been like this?”
“Pretty much. Some people think it’s too extreme or too taboo, but I find it’s a better sexual experience if I do a little play before and during the act. It brings fun, intensity, and even more sexual gratification.”
“Can I think about it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have sex without that stuff?”
“Yes, it’s called vanilla sex, where it’s like we’ve been doing, and no toys are introduced.” He frowned when her expression turned to what he could only think of as mischievous.
“What?”
“What type of toys are you talking about?”
“Sex toys, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, eventually so I can take you in the ass. But not before you’re trained. I don’t breach virgin holes.” He studied her face and frowned. “What?”
“Look in the side drawer.” She pointed to the bedside table, and remained where she was when he stared at her before he rolled over and opened the drawer. He stared for a good thirty seconds before he looked over his shoulder with a grin. “You naughty, naughty girl.”
“I didn’t think so, especially when those toys got me the orgasm I desired.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Okay, we don’t have to use anything tonight, but you will be bringing these to Colorado with us.
” Something in the drawer caught his eye and he reached in to retrieve what he had spotted.
He pulled out the card, and looked between it and her.
He only lifted a brow, and she nodded as she bit her lip.
“Yes,” she breathed through her sudden need, and rubbed her thighs together as he removed the first nipple clip from the card, inspected it, then bent down to take her nipple in his mouth.
He used his tongue and teeth, and by the time he put the first clamp on, she was worked up with her feet planted on the bed, trying to lift her hips toward him.
“Easy, we have all night.”
“I know, but I’ve never experienced these before, and it’s been some time since I’ve had sex with a human.” She cocked one eye open and saw his smirk. “I’ve been using those toys for four years or more.”
“Damn, I’m glad I will be able to help you out.
” He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth, clamp and all, and used his teeth and tongue to play with the hardened tip.
The more he sucked, the more she wiggled.
In order to stop her, he lay over her, but quickly released her breast, and jumped off the bed.
“Don’t go,” she whined and reached out to him, then stared in shock when he removed the rest of his clothes. “Lord have Mercy.”
Shay grinned at her as he looked down at his engorged cock, then back at her. “Let’s see if you’re wet enough for me.” He reached down to run the tip of one finger through her juices, and as he nodded, he brought it to his mouth, and sucked the wetness off his finger.
“Yeah, you’re ready,” he said as he pulled a condom from the pocket as his pants and slipped it over himself.
He crawled on the bed, settled between her legs, and looked at her.
“As much as I want to play with you more, it’s been about the same length of time for me, as it has been for you.
I don’t think if I continue to tease you, I will last.”
“Good, because I want you inside me, like now.” She reached up to grab the back of his neck and bring him down for a kiss. As they kissed, he gripped his cock, rubbed the head through her juices and slowly eased in. The further he went, the more he clenched his teeth.
“I’m not complaining, but you are extremely tight.”
“Or,” she said as she caught her breath from the last kiss. “You could be overly large.”
He grinned at her. “There is that.” It took a few extra seconds, but he was finally fully seated, and he paused to look at her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she breathed in bliss and looked him in the eye as he began to move. After a dozen strokes, she started to shake her head. “Stop, please stop.” He froze.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not saying you’re a bad lover, I’m not, but you’re listing to the left. It’s like you’re not putting any weight on your right side, and it feels weird.”
He looked at her in confusion, but instead of saying anything, he paid attention to his legs, and as soon as he put weight on his right knee, his hips immediately cocked to the left. “Huh, what do you suggest?”
“Flip us so I’m on top?”
“I can do that,” he said as he leaned down, wrapped his arms around her, and flipped them so he was on his back, and she was straddling him. Once they were settled, she sat up, rocked her hips, and they both nodded. “Better.”
“Yeah,” she said, and started to move. After another few strokes, she gave a small sigh of contentment when he reached up and placed his hands on her hips to guide her.
They both lost themselves to the movement of making love, and at one point, he reached up, removed a clamp, and as soon as the blood started to return, she had an orgasm that took her breath away.
As she became aware of her surroundings, she saw and felt he had her nipple in his mouth.
“Damn, that was intense.”
He looked at her with a grin. “Ready for another one?”
“Probably not, but are you ready?” As she asked, she reached behind her, gently gripped his sac, and began to massage his balls. She worked them like worry beads, and they screamed at the same time as he removed the second clamp, and they both had an orgasm.
Faith didn’t know how long her orgasm lasted, but when she came to, she was sprawled over his chest, and she felt him slip from her core. They were both breathing hard, and she crossed her arms over his chest, propped her chin on her hands to stare at him.
“What?” he asked quietly as he reached up and ran a finger down her cheek.
“Nothing, I just wanted to say thank you. That was awesome.” She giggled. “We’re going to have to do that again sometime.”
He didn’t giggle, but he did laugh. “Yeah we are. But not right now, I’m going to have to regroup here for a couple of hours.”
“I know.” She rolled off him, and headed out of the door, totally naked. She turned back and grinned. “I’m going to shower, want to join me?”
His response was to swing his legs over the side and stand up to join her.