tastes the best, forbidden fruit is the sweetest. “I just…I don’t know.”
“Don’t you want me?”
“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve daydreamed of fucking you until you beg me to stop.”
“Then do it, and don’t think about anything else. Fuck the consequences.”
I pull into Drake’s drive and she looks surprised. “Oh, we’re really doing this?”
“Yes, that’s what we agreed to, isn’t it?” I shift into park and turn off the truck.
“I thought we were just talking code in front of my stupid brother, but okay. Let’s go.”
Drake already has the horse saddled and ready to go. With his permission, we hop on and take off at full speed.
“When can I drive?” she asks from behind me.
“You want to drive?” I ask, slowing the horse to a stop. She jumps down, and I slide back as far as I can. Then, she climbs back up in front of me. The saddle isn’t big enough for two to sit comfortably, so she ends up sitting more on my lap than anything else. As the horse gallops, she moves back and forth in my lap. I know I can’t avoid what’s coming.
After a few minutes, she says, “Oh.” She looks back at me. She clearly felt the erection I’m now sporting.
“Shut up,” I tell her, refusing to give into my body’s wants.
She lets out a long, drawn out breath and stops the horse before climbing down. She starts pacing back and forth until finally, I climb down and step in front of her to stop her in her tracks.
“This is bullshit, Hudson. You want me and I want you. Isn’t that all that matters?”
“Normally, yes,” I admit, but before I can say anything else, she launches herself at me. Her arms wrap around my neck and her legs around my hips. Her lips are on mine, her tongue prodding its way into my mouth.
For a second, I hold back, wanting to stand firm and hold my ground, but she feels too good pressed against me, kissing me. All I can think about is how sweet she tasted on my hand last night, the way her lips parted with her heavy breathing, the sweet sounds of her whimpering my name and begging me to fuck her. I’m harder than I’ve ever been before, but I’m not ready to give in yet. In my eyes, the sooner I give in, the sooner we get caught fucking around and the sooner we’re over.
I break our kiss and push her away. I turn my back to her in an attempt at getting myself under control. Fuck. How can she do this to me? I’m a strong man. I’ve been through shit, seen shit. And yet, this is all it takes is her to have me falling to my knees, waving the white flag? No, I’m stronger than this.
I climb back up on the horse. “Come on,” I demand, pissed off at myself for ever laying eyes on her. Pissed off at her for being so goddamn irresistible. Pissed at Brad for butting his nose into my business. I should be able to fuck any woman I want. I’m an adult. I run my own life and have for many years.
“Where we going?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest and digging in her heels.
“Get the fuck on. I’m not going to ask you again.” I use the deepest voice I can muster, and she comes directly to me like I knew she would, and that only makes me want to dominate her more.
I hold out my hand and she takes it, pulling herself back onto the horse behind me. We’re back at the house ten minutes after we left, and I’m putting the horse away. As I get her settled, I tell Deven to wait in the truck for me. She doesn’t argue. She goes like a good little girl. Maybe all she needed with someone to be stern with her. Then, she wouldn’t have gotten in all that trouble.
Once I have the horse settled in and locked up tight, I climb behind the wheel. Deven is sitting in the passenger seat, feet on the dash and her arms crossed over her chest, silently stewing.
“I’m not a child, you know?”
“I know.” Boy, do I know.
“You don’t have to treat me like one.”
“Then listen when I tell you something. I’m not the kind of guy you can push around, Deven. If you want this to work between us, then you need to respect my wishes