Her eyes narrowed at me, the fire back in them.
“Is that right?”
“Yep, that is correct,” I answered her with forced flippancy. Being this close to her was just about bringing me to my knees, especially after earlier when she sat behind me on Stash.
“Drixx, you can’t tell me who I can and can’t go out with. Not to mention the way you acted like a scalded cat when I was on your horse with you kind of gave me the impression you don’t like me touching you, so why are you holding—”
My hand quickly slipped from her hip around to her backside. The tight, worn denim of her jeans moulding beautifully to her peach-shaped arse. Digging my fingers into one plump globe, I yanked her further into my aching crotch.
“Does this feel like I don’t like touching you or you touching me?” I asked with a rough rasp. “And yeah, just so you know sweetheart, I can tell you who you can see because of this.” Not giving her a chance to argue, I ducked my head and crashed my lips to her surprised opened ones, pleasure like I had never experienced in my years render me this weak. Shuffling the both of us back towards the office wall, I caged Blake in my arms as her back hit the plasterboard with a small thud. Not daring to take my mouth from hers to see if she was okay, instead, I lifted her easily off the ground giving her no choice but to wrap her long jean-clad thighs around my waist and instantly a groan left my throat when her core came into contact with my stiff, suffering cock.
Blake hissed into my mouth, and at first, I thought she was going to end the kiss and slap me silly, but rather than do that, she anchored her ankles at my back, the heels of her work boots digging into my butt. Next thing I knew, my Akubra was flicked off my head, and Blake was devouring my lips like they were her last meal. Groans and mews spilled from her into my mouth, and fuck if I didn’t devour them myself. Our hands were all over each other, Blake’s at my shoulders, digging and scratching at my skin through my shirt, and mine couldn’t get enough of her fleshy, peach arse.
Blake was a born horsewoman, her thighs toned and strong from being on a horse for hours every single day, so it didn’t escape me the way they held onto my hips just on their own as she trailed her hands all over my shoulders and back. Fuck, I wanted to feel her hands on my bare skin again, feel her cool fingers tickle down my heated flesh.
Resisting the urge to remove my shirt, mainly because I would have to stop kissing her to do it, and also because I didn’t want to push Blake too fast.
Not that she seemed to have gotten that memo.
Blake was busy eating at my mouth, her unpractised kissing skills pleasing the fuck out of me. No way was I going to stop her, I fucking loved the way she was unashamedly sucking on my tongue, wetting my lips and generally turning me on with her unbridled enthusiasm.
“Fuck sweetheart, you are driving me crazy,” I panted against her mouth, nipping her bottom lip between my teeth and pulling gently.
“Back at ya, Hottie,” she sassed breathily, then ground her pelvis hard into my straining cock and rubbed herself along the length.
“Jesus baby, I am so jealous of your saddle right now.” Pushing myself impossibly closer, I swore I felt the heat through our constricting denim, making my cock happy and ache all at the same time.
“Well, you know what they say,” Blake moaned, leaning her upper body further into the wall using it to help her push further into my waist. “Save a horse and ride a cowboy.” Her sassiness was something I always enjoyed, Blake wasn’t exactly backward in coming forward and saying pretty much whatever was on her mind. Even when she pissed me off with her dangerous stunts, secretly, I admired her determination and her zest for life to try new things.
Being around Blake was never boring, that was for certain.
And certainly not now.
I was on the edge of coming in my pants just from her grinding and moans, but there was no fucking way on earth I was going to complain or stop her.
Chuckling at her joke, I moved my hands from her arse to her hips,
“Baby, you can ride me any time—” Before I could finish my sentence, a loud female voice shouted out my name, stilling my words and Blake’s hips and kisses.
“Hey, Hottie 2, are you in here? It’s nearly time for The Voice and you promised you would watch it with me while you rub my feet,” Mallory called out, her voice sounded like it was at the front of the stables, thank Christ, and not just outside the office.
“Shit, not The fucking Voice again,” I grumbled, not thinking of anything other than my raging hard-on and not on the sudden stiffness of Blake’s body.
“Let me down,” Blake hissed. Gone was the playful tone, instead replaced with a cold and pissed off one.
Still feeling lost in my sensual bliss, it surprised me when Blake pushed on my chest hard enough to catch me off balance, dropping her unceremoniously to her feet.
“Sweetheart?” I asked, confused at the sudden change in her mood. Mallory could wait, I knew she wouldn’t mind going up to the house without me, hell, she had her own key for
