RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy



I watched as Jake and Daniel put our two prize stallions through their paces. Both had been bought strictly for breeding, considered too wild to ride. But Jake had a magic touch with the most dangerous horses. And Daniel's innate kindness brought out the best in the unruly stallion that even Jake had hesitated to ride.

I grinned.

I had a soft touch with difficult creatures myself.

I glanced around but didn't see her. Yet. I knew that Elle and Francesca were going to bring her here. They had to for my plan to work.

It was quite an extensive set up with a dozen moving parts. I'd already set it in motion, stocking my bedroom with food and water and enough booze to knock out a horse.

I also had silk rope and blindfolds and sex toys. There were things that came in the big box I ordered that I wasn't even sure what to do with. Not yet. I had some ideas though.

I was determined.

Very, very determined.

Oh yes, Angelina Randall had no idea what was about to go down.

I smirked and made my way through the crowd. I had to do a bit of glad handing, especially with the horse people. But later, when everyone was drinking and having fun, I would be doing something much more enjoyable.

I would be bringing one wild filly to heel.

Permanently.

I was chatting with a group of wealthy people from the club when I froze, my heart hammering in my chest.

She was here.

She wasn't just here. She was making a Goddamn spectacle of herself. She was wearing a dark green silk dress that hugged her curves. Her hair was down and somehow fancier than I'd ever seen it. Her eyes were lined and her lips stained a dark red.

She looked glamorous and nervous and good enough to eat.

I walked away from the people I was talking to without a word of explanation. Then I strode to the paddock where the horses were being displayed. Phase one was about to begin.

Time to put on a show.

I signaled to Jake that it was time. He brought my horse over to me and I mounted, imagining someone else was underneath me. I forced myself to focus as the stallion danced sideways, picking up my energy.

My extremely pent up, raw sexual energy.

I put Zeus through his paces, then did some trick moves that made the crowd go wild. For rich horse people, they sure got rowdy after a few drinks. I took another pass around the paddock, this time taking the jumps at the far end.

Now they were really screaming for Zeus and I.

He wasn't the flashiest horse around, but he was extremely graceful and dexterous for such an oversized animal. There was something about a giant man, on a giant horse, that just did things to the crowd.

I just hoped Angie was there to see it. And I hoped it made her wet. I rode back towards the stables and looked to the left, where I'd seen Angie standing with her sister.

Angie was staring at me, her sweet little mouth open. Just wide enough for me to stick my tongue inside it. Good. I was showing off for her benefit. It was gratifying to know it had worked.

Soon enough, I'd put her through her paces too.





Angelina





Good lord the man looked good on a horse.

That was the thought that kept circling in my head. Every other woman in the place had noticed too. I tried to ignore that thought. Along with the memories of our night together. And the way he'd looked at me just now.

It was almost as if he could see right through me.

Or like I was naked.

Definitely like he wanted me to be naked.

I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and sipped it, hoping it would cool me down. I couldn't tell if he wanted to kiss me or stab me from the look in his eyes. Probably both.

I looked up and gasped. Jackson was across the party, surrounded by fawning women. He wasn't paying them any attention though. He was staring at me. Not just staring. He was mentally undressing me. He looked like he wanted to stab me alright.

With his cock.

I shivered, suddenly feeling underdressed in the flimsy silk dress.

I started backing away, looking for a place to hide. I was already past the edge of the party when I realized what I was doing. Basically running like a rabbit from a dog.

A big, horny dog.

This is ridiculous! I am not running from him like a rabbit! He's not chasing me. Besides, what is he going to do even if he is chasing me? Nothing!

I turned and came face to face with a mountain of muscles. Scratch that. Face to chest with a wall of muscles.

Jackson had been following me after all.

I stepped back and smiled at him nervously. He didn't smile back at me. He just stood there, looking very serious.

"Oh. Hi Jackson."

His eyes searched my face. Once again he said nothing. I swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling very foolish.

"Great party."

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