about forty minutes away.
“What are we doing here? Why not go to the clubhouse?” I ask. Horse puts the truck in park but doesn’t answer my question. He gets out on his side and comes to mine, opens the door, reaches around me, undoes my seat belt, and scoops me into his arms. The insufferable man then stalks up to the cabin and inside.
Horse doesn’t put me down until we’re in a bedroom and he throws me down onto a bed.
“Now we’re having this out,” he declares, reaching up and pulling his shirt up over his head. Leaving the house earlier, he didn’t even bother putting his cut on let alone allowing me to get a jacket or shoes.
I stare at the man for all of three seconds before I jump into action. I roll to the other side of the bed but before I can get to my feet, Horse snags me by the waist, drags me back to the middle of the bed, and positions himself between my legs.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweet girl,” he snarls, his eyes glowing with lust. In this position I can feel his thickness through the denim of his jeans.
Against my will my body reacts to him and damnit if I don’t want to feel his dick without the jeans barring him from me.
I open my mouth to snap at him but Horse is there to stop me by capturing my mouth with his. His tongue glides in and tangles with my own. He slides a hand up my body, using his elbow to brace his weight from squishing me. Horse’s other hand moves to the waist of my leggings and slides under and moves straight for my clit.
In this moment, I forget all other thoughts but letting him take me. I need this and I don’t care about anything else but having him take me. To fuck my brains out if that were the case.
Horse lifts his mouth breaking the kiss and sits all the way up. Both of his hands go to my waistband and he tears the thin material from my body taking the underwear with them. He then does the same with my shirt removing it in the same way along with my bra.
I reach out to undo his belt, only to have him grasp hold of my wrist. “What?” I mutter in confusion.
“You don’t get that until I say,” he growls harshly and leans over me placing my hands over my head. “Don’t move them or I’ll add to your punishment.
“Are you crazy, Horse?” I snap.
“That’s another one,” he snarls and climbs off the bed.
My eyes follow his movements as I wait to see what he’s going to do. Horse removes his belt from around his waist and steps to the head of the bed. He leans forward and grasps my wrists and wraps the belt around them, securing them together.
“What the hell are you doing, Horse?” I demand.
“What I’m about to do is spank that fuckin’ ass of yours if you don’t fuckin’ stop calling me Horse. I’ve never been anyone else with you but Scotty, and you goddamn well know it.” He says this while rolling me to my stomach. “Lift your ass in the air,” he commands, giving my ass a swat.
“Ow,” I mutter even as his hand soothes the spot he just slapped.
“Who am I to you?” Horse asks as his calloused fingertips trail down to my slit where he flicks my nub.
I involuntarily lift my ass in the air wanting more of his touch. Toying with me he slides a finger inside me barely touching the spot he knows will set me off. I bite my lip to hold back my whimper of protest when he pulls his finger back. Another swat to my ass causes my body to jolt.
Damnit. He’s only just started and I know unless I give in right now, he’ll keep it up, but I’m too stubborn to give up without a fight. He wants me to admit who he is to me well I honestly don’t know anymore. With him being distant with me for nearly six months straight, I’m not sure who he is anymore.
My daughter’s not the only one who has heard those other moms make comments about my husband. I get he’s hot and those eyes of his are to die for. They’d do anything to be in my shoes and have him call them his.
“Answer the question, Kenny,” he demands, landing another slap to