That’s something at least. I hope it’s not far, my pussy is chafing against the seam of my jeans where it’s pressed hard into the leather. The motion of the horse makes it more erotic than uncomfortable. My reaction isstupid.Isn’t it?Perhaps not. I’ve got a handsome man riding behind me, who’s also aroused.I make a concerted attempt to get my head out of the gutter. I was in danger, now I’m safe, my body is overreacting, is all.But that masculine odour surrounding me.Is it possible to be attracted to a man you’ve barely seen? Just because ever since I met him less than half an hour ago, his arms seemed to have been around me, or he’s been touching me.
When we’re crossing a field, and approaching a lit barn, I’m not sure whether I’m more relieved or disappointed. As the horse picks up his pace sensing home, I settle on the former, wondering whether I’ll be able to walk straight once I get down.
The horse needs no instruction to stop in front of a gate. Tse expertly positions him, leans over, and opens it, unbalancing me so I’m again clutching at his arm. His hand brushes my chest once more as he rights me.Can he feel my nipples are erect?
An older man’s walking out on hearing the footsteps. He glances up, then barks a laugh. “Only you, Tse. Only you could go out and find a girl. In distress, was she?” He holds his hand up over his eyes. “Or a wood nymph? Wouldn’t put that past you either.”
Suddenly there’s no one at my back. He’s off, and I’m still up here. “No spirit, a flesh and blood woman who was facin’ off a bear.”
“The bear won, I take it?”
“Luckily, it was a draw. Darlin’. Swing your leg over to me. That’s it. I’ve got you.”
I do what he says, landagainin his arms as he holds me to steady me.
“You ridden before?” the older man asks.
As I shake my head, I have a fleeting moment of pride, thinking my graceful dismount had impressed him, when he disavows me of that illusion.
“Thought not. Looked like Tse was unloading a sack of potatoes.”
Tse starts laughing. At the same time, he puts the reins over the horse’s head. The older man undoes the girth and puts it over the saddle. “Leave it, Tse. I’ve got this. You look after your desert sprite.”
Placing my hands on my hips I glare at them both, then realise how much I owe to Tse. “I’m sorry. I spoiled your ride, didn’t I?”
The light from the building shines on his face. I was right. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.In other circumstances…
The light must be lighting my features too, as I catch a flare of interest in his eyes.Not going there. Can’t afford to.“Thank you for bringing me back. Now, if you could just take me to my car?”
A fleeting pause, then, “Sure, darlin’. Let’s get you back.” He points with his hand, then when I’m turned in the right direction, puts it to the small of my back. His warmth settles through the thin material of my tee. I walk around the building, then to the small parking lot. It’s empty of cars.
“Where’s your…?”
“There.”
I know it’s dark, but a car would have been big enough to see.Oh no.My eyes suddenly alight on what I realise will be my mode of transportation.A motorcycle.A big metal beast that looks, in its own way, every bit as scary as the horse I’d just gotten down from.
Chapter 3
Mouse
It was only when we’d gotten back to the stables, and Jacob had led Niyol away to rub him down and give him a feed—jobs which I should have been doing—that I realised why the old man had volunteered. Having seen little more of her than a view of her back up to now, for the first time I get a look at her face, and realise she’s fucking gorgeous.
Long dark hair, similar to mine and also tied back, large brown eyes in an olive-skinned face.Hispanic.I don’t know why that surprised me, nearly half the population in Tucson has that heritage, but it did. Maybe it’s her perfectly spoken English with no trace of an accent. Yeah, Jacob hadn’t thought I should let this one get away. That’s why he gave me space.He could well be right.
My cock’s been half hard ever since I first pulled her back against me, painfully so while I’d been pressed up against her in the saddle. I’d taken advantage of feeling the swell of her breasts against my hand, her peaking nipples giving away she’s not immune to me.
Now she’ll be the one behind me, hanging onto my waist, her tits making contact with my back. I grin as I relish my anticipation, and also at her reaction to my bike. Which is about the same as when she’d first seen the stallion.Yeah, it’s time for another first tonight, Mariana.Watching her face go through various expressions of horror, I wonder what she’d look like inthe throes of passion. And whether there’s any chance I might be able to find out. Doesn’t hurt to hope.
Approaching the bike, I take my cut out of the saddle bag and slip it on, hearing the audible gasp behind me. Yeah, babe, I’m a real biker.Will she be intrigued? Scared?I guess I’ll soon find out.
“I’ll walk,” she offers, decisively.
Looking around incredulously, my head shaking side to side, I exclaim, “You fuckin’ what? It’s miles if you go by the road. If you try to go cross country, you’ll get lost. Or come face to face with snakes and fuck knows what else. Nah, darlin’. Won’t take long. Hang onto me and you’ll be fine.”
“Doesn’t the old man have a car? Perhaps he’s going into town…?”
“Nah,” I interrupt her. “Jacob bunks down here. His eyes are failin’, he doesn’t drive in the dark.” They are. Good enough to handle a car in daylight, but at night he gets an attack of nerves.Man’s getting old.It’s not the first time the thought has struck me.Maybe I should do more to help out.
