40. Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Kayla

Ethan pulls himself into the saddle with the grace of John Wayne. I get a stool to step on, and even with that, I barely manage to haul myself up, immediately listing to the other side before I find some semblance of balance.

Annalise helps me place my feet into the stirrups. My hiking boots are hardly the ideal footwear, but she said it's fine for today. She told me to get proper riding boots if I want to visit more often, though. I said that I'll absolutely be back, but now that I'm perched atop a living animal dangerously high above the ground, I'm not so certain about it.

It feels unnatural and scary, and the moment Bella takes the first step, all of Annalise's instructions fly out of my head, and I grip the pommel with everything I have.

"Relax, Kayla," Annalise says from far below, where she's holding Bella's reins. How did I not notice how damn tall the horse was? "Stop gripping Bella with your knees. Relax your legs and sway your hips with the motion."

"Yeah, bunny," Ethan grins, skillfully steering Spirit closer. "Pretend you're riding something else."

His lewd wink brings heat to my cheeks. I do relax, though, if only a little.

Annalise slowly walks Bella in circles, and I do my best to stay in the saddle. Riding a horse is definitely not as simple as I imagined it would be, and I know I can forget about galloping off with Ethan for a quickie in the woods.

My arousal is back in full force. My pussy is rubbing against the elevated part of the saddle in the best way possible. I don't think I'd be able to actually come like this, but it's certainly…stimulating. No wonder women like riding horses so much.

Ethan looks hot as hell riding Spirit. I've never had a cowboy fantasy, but damn! "You need a cowboy hat," I say, deciding to order him one the second we get back home. "And a flannel shirt."

"Mmm," Annalise hums in agreement, her cheeks flaring red as she glances up at me. She's doing her best not to stare at Ethan, but I can't even be mad at her for looking. The man is literal eye candy.

Ethan rolls his eyes. "I'm not wearing a flannel shirt."

"Just the hat, then. You can be shirtless," I tease.

Annalise giggles. "Now that would be worth watching."

"Exactly. And… Hey, Annalise, do you have any foals around? Or other baby animals? We definitely need to take a picture of a shirtless Ethan holding some cute animal." I'd even let her watch, just so I could see her get green with envy because she can't have Ethan for herself.

Laughing even harder, Annalise shakes her head. "No, no foals. We have some piglets, though."

"Veeery funny," Ethan snickers, nudging Spirit to trot to the other side of the yard. "Come on, Kayla. See if you can catch me."

"Now who's being funny," I grumble, then realize the conversation distracted me enough to finally fully relax in Bella's saddle. I'm still far from Ethan's graceful hip swaying, but at least I don't feel like I'm about to fall off anymore.

To my horror, Annalise lets go of the reins. "It's okay, Kayla," she soothes my panic. "I'm still here, not going anywhere. Bella is a great girl. She won't let you fall. Relax your legs like before."

"Uh-huh."

"You're doing great. Now, gently nudge her sides with your heels."

I take in a deep breath and run my hand through Bella's mane. "Don't throw me off, okay?" I whisper to her. "I'll give you more carrots later, I promise." At the mention of carrots, Bella flicks her ears.

In the gentlest motion possible, I move my heels against Bella's sides, then squeal when she actually starts moving. "I'm riding a horse!"

"You are!" Annalise sounds just as excited as I do, but I guess that for her, it's a normal state. "You're doing great. Don't grip the reins so tightly. Only tug on them if you want Bella to turn."

"The steering wheel, right," I chuckle, remembering her "steering horses for dummies" lesson. Since Ethan is to my left, I gently pull on the left side of the reins, amazed when she promptly changes direction. "She turned! Did you see that?"

Ethan seems to have trouble not laughing out loud, but he nods at me. "I sure did," he says in a tone a parent would use to praise their child for putting their shoes on right.

"Stop making fun of me, Ethan Bennet," I mock scowl. "I'm a natural horse rider! Just watch." I nudge Bella to go a little faster, immediately regretting it when my butt starts slapping against the saddle as I'm jostled up and down.

"Just go with her motion," Ethan says, easily matching my speed. "Don't fight her."

I roll my eyes, willing my thighs to relax. "I'm not fighting her. She's like five times heavier than me. She'd win."

"That's very true," Ethan laughs. "Now, watch." He undulates his hips in an exaggerated motion to show me what he means, and just like that, I'm not thinking about riding horses. I'm thinking about riding other things. I rock and shift in the saddle, trying to find a position that would give me more friction on my clit, but it's pointless. No matter how I move, it's just not enough.

Ethan gives me a knowing look. "Need some assistance over there, bunny?" he teases.

If I had something to throw at him, I would. As I have nothing, I just glare at him and focus on not falling off the still-moving horse.

An hour later, my thighs are burning, I'm sweaty, tired, excited, and impossibly worked up, swearing to myself that if Ethan doesn't touch me in the car, I'm just going to do the job myself. At this point, it will take less than a minute.

Ethan dismounts easily, then helps me do the same by holding my hips and sliding me down his body. A whimper escapes me, and I'm eternally grateful that Annalise is on the other side of the yard. "Ethan… I need you," I whisper, turning to throw my arms around him. He still smells amazing. More than amazing, actually. "Fuck, I need you right now."

He gently tugs on my curls. "I know, bunny. But you'll have to be a good girl and hold it for a bit more. We still have to take care of the horses."

I groan. "Fuck the horses."

"Well, well, well," he laughs. "I knew you were kinky, but I had no idea just how kinky."

He doesn't even grunt when I punch his shoulder. "You're a dick." I sigh. "Fine, let's take care of the horses. Especially Spirit. He deserves an extra treat for having to carry a jerk like you around."

We guide the horses back to their stalls and give them fresh water, food, treats, and cuddles. My leggings are wet—thank god it's not visible on the black fabric—and my pussy is throbbing, but there's nothing to be done about it due to zero privacy. I can't ask Ethan to fuck me in a haystack because the farm workers are always coming in and out of the barn. I can't even touch myself since Annalise hovers around me at all times, chatting up a storm.

Still, when it's time to say goodbye to Bella and head home, I'm reluctant to leave. "We'll come back, right?" I say, turning to Annalise. "Can we?"

"Sure. Normally, I don't give riding lessons or even allow visitors on the premises. I used to, but I got sick and tired of reining in spoiled kids and pretentious adults. But you guys are alright. If you do your share of work, you're welcome to come back next week."

"Thank you!" I hug her. "Can you text me the address of that store you mentioned? I'm absolutely getting those riding boots. And the cowboy hat for Ethan," I add in a stage whisper, making sure he hears me.

He just rolls his eyes. "Fine, I'll wear a hat. No flannel shirts, though."

"Shirtless it is, then." Before he can protest, I'm already pulling him toward the car, waving Annalise goodbye. "See you next week!"

As soon as the car door closes, my hands fly between my legs. I groan as I stroke my overstimulated pussy through the soaked leggings.

A hand grips both my wrists. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ethan asks, scowling.

"Oh, come on," I whine. I try to wriggle my hands free, but he only tightens his grip. "I need to come, please. You can do it. Or I will do it and you can watch. Or—"

"No. You'll wait." Hunger glints in his eyes. "You'll come around my cock or not at all. Now, do I have to tie you up, or will you be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself?"

I briefly consider letting him tie me up because there's no way I can stop touching myself, but then I get a different idea. "Okay, I'll be a good girl. Just drive fast. I can't wait."

"Don't worry, bunny," he says through gritted teeth. "I can't wait either."

I watch the countryside as we drive, waiting for the best spot to execute my plan.

There. The rest stop sign has me grinning mischievously. "Can you pull over there?" I ask. "I really need to pee."

Ethan's glance in my direction is suspicious. "I thought you went back at the ranch."

"Well, I did, but I'm a girl. We need to pee all the time." I bat my lashes at him, doing my best impression of an innocent smile.

"Fine."

Ethan knows I'm up to something, but he obliges, pulling over at the tiny rest stop. It's just a few picnic tables and a restroom that will no doubt be absolutely disgusting, but since I'm not really going there, I don't care. The most important part is that there's no one around.

Just like I expected, Ethan exits the car with me, following me as I make my way toward the restrooms and, incidentally, toward the tree line. "Are you going to watch me pee?" I ask.

"I will if that's the only way to stop you from touching yourself."

Despite his words, he slows down a little, letting me get a few steps ahead of him. It's not much, but it will have to do.

"And how will you stop me if you can't catch me?" I tease.

His eyes widen with realization of what I'm about to do, but I don't wait for him to react. I bolt for the trees.