Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“That’s an impressive list of touristy things to do. Sounds like hell.”
She laughed and gave me a little shrug. “I didn’t ask you to join me.”
That comment only reminded me that this wasn’t forever. Fuck if that didn’t put me in a bad mood.
I stood, watching Aspen talk to Maddy outside of Empire’s stall. Three mares were scheduled for Empire to breed today. They’d arrived yesterday. This was the end of mating season.
Lighting up a cigarette, I walked over to watch the new practice jockey run one of the two-year-olds that we were testing out.
The ash-blonde ponytail swinging as they came around the turn surprised me. We hadn’t had a girl jockey in a while. She had excellent form. I leaned on the fence, watching the colt’s stride. Glancing back, I checked on Aspen, who was currently laughing at something Maddy was showing her.
The jockey came to a stop beside me and pulled off her helmet, then swung her loose hair back out of her face. This was why we hadn’t had a girl jockey in a while. The smile on her lips was already flirty. I was surprised we had hired one that looked like this.
“You work here?” she asked me before swinging her leg over and dismounting.
“You could say that,” I replied, taking another pull from the cigarette.
Garrett frowned on us fucking the stable help, but after this morning, I needed to fuck someone. Waking up with Aspen’s tit in my hand after the dream I had about my face being between her legs had worked me up.
She held out her hand to me. “I’m Bridget,” she said.
I looked down at her hand, then took it and ran my finger along her palm slowly. “Levi,” I replied before letting her hand go.
Her lashes fluttered, and I saw her chest inhale sharply. She’d be easy to get bent over in the back of the stockroom. Aspen was busy with Maddy, and I needed to fuck.
“You done here?” I asked her, standing up straight and dropping my boot from the fence.
“Yeah. I mean, I have a few more to bring out for some exercise, but I can be done for a bit.”
I finished the cigarette and dropped it to the ground, covering it with the toe of my boot. “I need a fuck, sugar. If you’re offering, then let’s go.”
She blinked a few times, as if shocked. I didn’t have time for the innocent act. If she wanted to flirt, then she needed to be ready for the result.
“Just like that?”
I shrugged. “Or you can continue running the horses.”
I started to head toward the stockroom, which was as far away as I could get from Aspen and Maddy.
“Okay, wait,” Bridget called out, and I grinned.
Turning around, I watched as she climbed the fence and ran over toward me.
Jockeys didn’t typically have much in the way of curves, and they weighed practically nothing, but their pussies were normally nice and tight. Right now, that was what I needed. No time to spank an ass. I had to get back to Aspen.
I opened the back door and pushed her into the stockroom. She spun around, backing up against a stack of boxes. I pulled my Glock out of the back of my pants and laid it on the shelf beside me. Then started unbuckling my jeans as she watched me, panting like a damn dog in heat.
“Gonna need your pants down too, sugar.”
Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and she licked her lips before going to get her riding pants down. She shoved them to her ankles, and I liked the thought of her bending over with pants still at her feet. I took the small foil wrapper out of my back pocket.
“Put your hands on the boxes and stick your ass out,” I instructed while I stroked my dick.
Her eyes kept going to it, and I knew she was worried about my size. I grinned and stuck the wrapper between my teeth to shove my jeans down some more. Tearing open the package, I took the condom and slid it over my length.
“Is that pussy wet yet?” I asked her, reaching between her legs to find it nice and slick. “That’s a good little slut. Pants around your ankles and a soaking cunt. Don’t even fucking know me.” I grabbed her hips and ran the tip of my dick along her slit.
“I know you,” she breathed out. “Levi Shephard. You work for Garrett Hughes. You’re one of his men. The ones who are at races, being his bodyguards.”
I laughed. That was what she thought we were. “This pussy is wet because you want to be fucked by a man who carries a gun?” I asked her.
“That, and you’re sexy. I like bad boys,” she moaned as I sank inside her.
She was tight—not as tight as I’d hoped, but good enough.