complained. He pulled me onto him until I straddled his waist.
"That's all I get, a few kisses and love pats?"
I ground my hips against his before rolling away from him and quickly sliding off
the side of the bed. "Come on, let's eat. Kris and I have a big day planned."
He was up and off the mattress before I slid my underwear on. The cotton fabric made
it to my knees before he grabbed me from behind and pushed himself firmly against
me. "But…you said you would help me with this problem," he grumbled into my ear, playfully
nipping at my lobe.
I swatted at his roaming hands, which were seeking a resting place between my thighs.
"I can help you with your problem later…will you stop that!" I laughed as he leaned
into me, nudging my backside with his erection. I placed my palms on his thighs in
an attempt to free myself, but he was stronger - and faster. One of his free hands
darted between my legs and I gasped as his fingers slid inside me. The pad of his
thumb rubbed against my clitoris as he pushed two fingers in and out at a pace that
rivaled my heartbeat.
"Connor," I gasped as he spun me around to face the bed, bending me forward, still
rubbing - still probing. I braced myself against the foot of the bed as Connor delved
deeper inside me with one hand and cupped my breast with the other. Unable to stop
myself, I pushed against him, longing for the feel of his sex inside mine. My muscles
tightened around his fingers as a moan escaped my mouth but instead of continuing,
he eased out of me.
"No, don't stop," I pleaded.
Fingertips ran up my spine and I arched my back from the sensation. "Riley, I want
you," he begged.
"Please…take me, Connor…I'm yours."
And take me, he did.
CHAPTER nine
With each step along the trail, sweat rolled down the sides of my face and neck, soaking
a dirty ring into the collar of my sleeveless top. I looked over my shoulder at Kris,
and noticed her shirt looked no better than my own. We had only been on the horses
for two hours, and it was the hottest day of the month. The thermometers inside the
cabins read at a steady ninety degrees but all of us swore it felt more like one hundred
and ten. The air was so dry that our throats were sore; none of us could get enough
water.
For over a week, Kris and I had been taking the horses out for a daily three - five
hour hike along various trails in the Laguna Mountains, testing them on different
terrain, including the hard packed asphalt of the highway. I was almost certain that
Sunny, our friendly palomino with the soft and gentle, Hershey-kiss eyes, was a trail
horse at one time in her life. The only thing that Foxy struggled with was being in
the rear. She hated to be behind the other mare and would yank at the rope reins and
sidestep on the pathway until I allowed her to trot her way to the front. Lucky for
us, Sunny didn't seem to mind being passed up.
I almost cancelled the last trail ride of the week because of the intense, arid heat,
but we were leaving soon and I wanted the horses to be able to take a few days off
before we set out. It would be a long week of walking from east San Diego County to
the outskirts of southern Los Angeles, and I wanted to make sure the horses could
handle the random hot days just as much as us people.
Kris and I found a tandem saddle at a horse-boarding ranch not far from Julian a few
days earlier, which would work perfectly for the two of us. Connor was going to ride
Sunny. She took to him, so it worked out nicely for everyone. An added bonus was that
Foxy didn't seem to mind having both Kris and I on her back, though it left less room
for saddlebags. I figured that on some of the journey the three of us could walk beside
the horses to give them a break when they needed it. And as long as we stopped along
the way to pick up supplies, we wouldn't need to carry much with us.
The plan was set in motion. We had it all sorted,
"That's all I get, a few kisses and love pats?"
I ground my hips against his before rolling away from him and quickly sliding off
the side of the bed. "Come on, let's eat. Kris and I have a big day planned."
He was up and off the mattress before I slid my underwear on. The cotton fabric made
it to my knees before he grabbed me from behind and pushed himself firmly against
me. "But…you said you would help me with this problem," he grumbled into my ear, playfully
nipping at my lobe.
I swatted at his roaming hands, which were seeking a resting place between my thighs.
"I can help you with your problem later…will you stop that!" I laughed as he leaned
into me, nudging my backside with his erection. I placed my palms on his thighs in
an attempt to free myself, but he was stronger - and faster. One of his free hands
darted between my legs and I gasped as his fingers slid inside me. The pad of his
thumb rubbed against my clitoris as he pushed two fingers in and out at a pace that
rivaled my heartbeat.
"Connor," I gasped as he spun me around to face the bed, bending me forward, still
rubbing - still probing. I braced myself against the foot of the bed as Connor delved
deeper inside me with one hand and cupped my breast with the other. Unable to stop
myself, I pushed against him, longing for the feel of his sex inside mine. My muscles
tightened around his fingers as a moan escaped my mouth but instead of continuing,
he eased out of me.
"No, don't stop," I pleaded.
Fingertips ran up my spine and I arched my back from the sensation. "Riley, I want
you," he begged.
"Please…take me, Connor…I'm yours."
And take me, he did.
CHAPTER nine
With each step along the trail, sweat rolled down the sides of my face and neck, soaking
a dirty ring into the collar of my sleeveless top. I looked over my shoulder at Kris,
and noticed her shirt looked no better than my own. We had only been on the horses
for two hours, and it was the hottest day of the month. The thermometers inside the
cabins read at a steady ninety degrees but all of us swore it felt more like one hundred
and ten. The air was so dry that our throats were sore; none of us could get enough
water.
For over a week, Kris and I had been taking the horses out for a daily three - five
hour hike along various trails in the Laguna Mountains, testing them on different
terrain, including the hard packed asphalt of the highway. I was almost certain that
Sunny, our friendly palomino with the soft and gentle, Hershey-kiss eyes, was a trail
horse at one time in her life. The only thing that Foxy struggled with was being in
the rear. She hated to be behind the other mare and would yank at the rope reins and
sidestep on the pathway until I allowed her to trot her way to the front. Lucky for
us, Sunny didn't seem to mind being passed up.
I almost cancelled the last trail ride of the week because of the intense, arid heat,
but we were leaving soon and I wanted the horses to be able to take a few days off
before we set out. It would be a long week of walking from east San Diego County to
the outskirts of southern Los Angeles, and I wanted to make sure the horses could
handle the random hot days just as much as us people.
Kris and I found a tandem saddle at a horse-boarding ranch not far from Julian a few
days earlier, which would work perfectly for the two of us. Connor was going to ride
Sunny. She took to him, so it worked out nicely for everyone. An added bonus was that
Foxy didn't seem to mind having both Kris and I on her back, though it left less room
for saddlebags. I figured that on some of the journey the three of us could walk beside
the horses to give them a break when they needed it. And as long as we stopped along
the way to pick up supplies, we wouldn't need to carry much with us.
The plan was set in motion. We had it all sorted,
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