Page 54 of Stables Spurs Suits
His smile spreads.
“That’s a good question. Let’s go see.”
When we get to the stall, the young foal is lying with her mother on a fresh bed of hay, but she stands the moment she spots us and comes over to the side.
“She’s not exactly shy, is she?” I ask.
“She knows we’re no threat to her. See how the momma didn’t even react to us coming in? That tells the young one all they need to know. If momma had warned her off us, she’d be on the other side of her mother, and we’d have a big horse blocking our view of the youngin.”
“She’s kind of got a bit of red in her coat, doesn’t she?”
“Looks like it. She’ll be tall like her mom too. See how long her legs are already?”
I push up, leaning on an overturned bucket to get a better look, and she comes right up to me and tilts her head up. I reach over and give her a pet on her nose.
“How about Merida?” I say, and when he doesn’t respond, I glance over to where he’s leaning against the side of the stall, watching me. “Like theBraveprincess,“ I explain.
“So, we’re using Disney names now? I thought you were going with planets.”
“That foal looked like a Pluto. This one is definitely a princess.”
“Skye will be pleased.”
“Really? You’ll call her Merida?”
He looks over the stall at the foal as she tries to get my attention for more pats, snorting and making mew noises. Normally, I’d say it’s to get her mother’s attention, but she’s still focused more on me.
“She looks like a Merida.”
“She does, doesn’t she?”
“You’ll have to order her and Pluto a name plate before you go, for when they’re too big to share with their moms,” he says, and a chill washes over me at the reminder that I’m planning to walk away from all this. I lose my balance, the bucket flies out from under my foot, and the stables spin in slow motion. Then there he is, large, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me like he’s dipping me after some olden-time waltz.
“You should be more careful. You don’t want to go breaking that pretty neck of yours.”
“You think my neck is pretty?” I say, and he adjusts his hold to support me with only one arm scooped around my back, and he slides the back of one finger down the side of my neck. I tilt my head a little away from his touch, baring the soft skin, and it’s all the invitation he needs to sink into the crease, sucking and nibbling and swirling his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, and his grip on me tightens. His lips suction onto my neck, sending a shiver through me to my core.
“Someone could see,” I manage to breathe, and he makes a sort of moaning sound, sending his warm breath over my skin and making it really hard to think rationally. We can’t do this here. Oh god, that’s good. No. This is bad. Someone could walk in. But oh yes, right there. Fuck it.
I slide my fingers up the back of his neck, tangle them in his hair, and hold him hard against my neck. He pulls me to him, lifting me from the ground, and carries me over to the small section of the stables where we keep the extra gear. Bridles and lead ropes hang from hooks on the wall, and as he presses my back against the wooden wall, I reach with my free hand and loop one of them around my hand.
He lifts off my neck, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth a moment before, then he takes my hand at his neck and guides it up to a bridle on my other side, looping it around my hand. The leather is soft and warm against my skin.
“Keep those hands there,” he whispers, that same devilish smirk on his lips that brings my cock right to attention. He teases my lips, lightly skimming his tongue over them before he skims his mouth along my jaw, then he’s swiping his tongue along my collarbone as his fingers make quick work of my shirt buttons. He’s quick to move down my chest, kissing the trail of hair that leads to my thickening cock.
I’m not fully out in the open in this little alcove, but it’s not like a private room either; there’s no door, and at any moment someone could walk in and catch us. My stomach swirls in excitement at the danger of it all, and when he drops to his knees and unbuttons my fly, I don’t protest.
He pulls out my cock, hard and leaking, and locks his gaze with mine as he slides his tongue over the slit. His tongue explores my cockhead as my fingers tighten their hold on the straps.
“Your neck is pretty,” he says, sliding his tongue up my length. “But your cock is beautiful.”
He kisses the tip, thick lips pursed over it, and I let out a soft moan. They part as if I’d commanded them to with my cry, and he takes me into his warm, wet mouth.
My back arches and my hips rise to meet him, sending me deeper, tongue circling its way around me on the way back, and then he comes off me with a pop.
“Do you want more?” he asks, and I can’t find my voice to reply, so I nod, and he smiles and then takes me again.
