She swallows hard, breath hitching as she leans deeper into me until not an ounce of space is between our bodies—her backto my chest, head tipped on my shoulder, ass digging directly in my groin.
God, I might actually come in my fucking jeans.
“I…” She wets her lips. “I used to live in the country for a few years when I was a teenager.”
Her voice is barely there—breathy and soft, almost like she’s trying to distract herself from how close my hand is to the button of her jeans, or the way opening up to me makes her feel raw, something I understand way too much.
“The country, huh?” I smile into her hair, inhaling her wild scent. “Knew you were hiding a cowgirl in there.”
“No you didn’t.” She scoffs. “You called me a city girl.Repeatedly.”
I swallow hard, thumb pushing up under her jacket. When she doesn’t stop me, I drag that finger up and down, up and down, then add the rest of my hand. My palm slides against her soft bare skin, and based on the reaction my body has, you’d think I’m palming her dripping pussy instead.
“And you thought I was a deadbeat alcoholic,” I murmur, swallowing hard. “Guess we were both wrong.”
She giggles, and her hips move again, only instead of rolling, they curve up, closer to my hand. The tip of my fingers dip beneath the edge of her jeans and we both suck in a breath.
“Tell me about the rain, Georgia.”
“I loved the quiet of the country,” she says softly, breath hitching when I slip in an inch. “The space. But the storms were so big, and they scared me.”
“Keep going.”
I sink in another inch and pause, thumb stroking, dick rocking against the saddle—rocking againsther, because I’m losing my mind here.
She hesitates, so I do too.
“Because they’d come out of nowhere. And when you’re small… and everything in your life keeps changing… you start to think storms mean something bad’s coming.”
Fuck.
My chest tightens, but I stay quiet. Let her keep going. My hand stops moving, but my thumb doesn’t, passing back and forth in soothing strokes.
“But after, there was always something beautiful. A rainbow. The air felt clean. New.” She smiles. “I love rainbows the most.”
The horse has slowed to a crawl. The wind picks up just enough to mist our faces, and there’s a drop clinging to her lashes.
She’s stunning. Glowing. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen—and I’ve been all over the damn world.
“Rainbows are pretty,” I agree, eyes locked on her profile, throat tight. “But there are things in the world way more breathtaking than a stroke of colors.”
“It’s not that,” she says breathily, swiveling her hips in an impossible circle, like she’s begging me to keep going. “You can hang your wishes on a rainbow.”
“And dandelions. Do you love those too?”
She smacks my thigh, and her hand stays there, gripping tight enough to bruise. I choke out a groan, and she shudders against me.
“I make wishes on everything.” She says the words like they’re a dirty secret. “Stars and pennies, birthday candles and rainbows. I never miss one.”
“That’s adorable,” I admit, slipping my hand further until my fingers are dancing across the seam of her panties.
Christ, I can feel how hot she is, and I haven’t even reached her pussy yet.
“Kade,” she breathes, rolling her hips, whimpering up a storm. “Kade.”
“Your wet little pussy feel good against that saddle?” I tease. “I bet this whole ride had you seconds from coming all over yourself, didn’t it?”
“You—” She breaks off, biting her lip hard. “You have an incredibly filthy mouth.”
