Verbalizing what I wanted to do to him seemed too easy. I wanted to show him. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside with a wicked grin. I lowered my head to his chest and began kissing my way down, nipping at his solid wall of muscle as I lowered myself off of his lap. My fingers softly scraping down his skin as I moved between his legs.
“I think I like where this is going,” he said, with a soft laugh. A laugh that immediately ceased the second I cupped my hand around him. Even through his jeans, I could feel just how hard he was. Just how much he wanted me. I unbuttoned his pants and worked them down enough to free his erection. A sight that I had me clenching my thighs together. The sheer size of him alone was enough to have me seeing stars. I licked my lips in anticipation as he watched me run a hand down the full length of him, my fingers unable to wrap around him completely. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said through gritted teeth. The tip of him glistening with just how much he loved having my hands on him. I licked the evidence away before taking him in my mouth. The fullness that I felt as I took him deep in my throat was exhilarating. Knowing I had this big, strong man at my mercy made me feel alive, and knowing that every move I made gave him pleasure was worth even more.
His head fell back against the sofa as I moved up and down, sucking and swirling my tongue around him until I felt him throbbing inside of my mouth. His quiet moans spurred me on. His hand tangled in my hair, and I knew that he was giving me fair warning that he was close to his breaking point. I pulled him in a little further and felt the first burst of his heat in the back of my throat. I used my hand to help him finish and then wiped the corners of my mouth with my fingers as I sat back on my heels to look at him.
He didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath before he swooped me up into his arms and stood. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he carried me to my bedroom and kissed my lips until they felt swollen.
“My turn,” he said as he lowered me onto the bed. The smirk of satisfaction and promise on his lips exciting me for what was about to come.
“Hey Nick,” I said into the phone. “What’s up?” I’d assumed that Pilsner was calling to thank me for recommending my brother as a coach for his new rider. I hadn’t been expecting him to say he needed me back in Texas in a week.
“We’ve got a few press things lined up for you and Brett. Can you make it back here by the twenty-third?” he asked. My heart fell into my stomach when I thought about telling Nora that I had to go. We both knew it was coming. The house was nearing completion and the weather was starting to turn cold. Every free moment I had I spent with her and the thought of not seeing her every day was jarring.
“Yeah,” I said, mustering up as much enthusiasm as possible. Even if I didn’t want to leave right away, I had to. It was my job. It was something I had to do. “I’ll let Brett know.”
“Great,” he replied. “And thanks again for suggesting your brother. He’s doing a great job.” Hoyt had left a couple weeks ago and besides a few random texts, I hadn’t really heard from him. I’d just figured he was really busy.
“I’m glad it’s working out. I hope he’s able to get the new guy into shape.”
“I think he will.” Nick laughed. “He’ll get the new gal ready for the starting line.”
“Gal?” I asked. I was confused. “McCade’s a female rider?”
“Sure is. One of the best natural talents I’ve seen,” he explained. “From a guy or girl. She’s got real talent.”
“Well, I’ll be damned.” I chuckled. “Hoyt hadn’t mentioned that he was training a girl.”
“She’s a bit of a wild card. He’s probably been too worried about figuring out how to get her under control.”
“Well, he will,” I said, confident that my brother could get the job done.
“I know he will.”