6. Amanda

Chapter 6

Amanda

I’m a mess. A hot, horny one at that. As Leo and I walk back toward the house, I’m wondering what he has in mind. I don’t have to wait long before he says, “Pack a change of clothes.”

“Are we going somewhere overnight?”

He shakes his head, a devilish smile on his lips. “No.”

“What exactly does King Cock have in mind?”

He swats me on the ass. “Be patient, honey.”

That’s easy for him to say. I hurry into the bedroom and take a set of clothes, shoving them into a bag faster than I’ve ever moved in my life. I’m fueled by a desire that’s taking control of my thoughts and my body. I have one word on my mind. Leo.

Leo in me. Okay, so three words.

Once I have my clothes, I return downstairs to find him waiting.

“Can you ride?”

“You?”

He laughs. What a beautiful sound.

“A horse, honey.”

“Yes.” After I was taken from the Home, I was adopted by a couple who owned a farm. They weren’t looking for a child, they were looking for a farmhand. I shut down the memory.

It doesn’t matter now. None of it does. I have Leo back.

We head out where he’s already saddled two horses. He helps me up, then swiftly mounts his horse.

I can’t keep my attention off him. The way he sits tall in the saddle. The way his jeans pull tight over his thighs. The way his shirt clings to his chiseled physique.

We ride and time crawls by agonizingly slow. I’m both excited and full of trepidation. I want Leo, but I’m as green as the grass beneath my horse’s feet when it comes to sex. Not when it comes to my own body. There, I get an A+ for doing myself. But being with Leo?

He’s my hero. And what if I disappoint my hero because I fumble by saying or doing something that’s a turn-off? What if after we sleep together, he’s sure we’re better as friends?

Finally, Leo coaxes his horse to a stop by a river and hooks the reins around a tree branch. I swing off my horse and do the same.

The first thing out of his mouth is, “I don’t want you to be shy or uncomfortable around me.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” I answer, trying to keep a straight face.

“Then what is it?”

I forgot that Leo has always had a knack for reading me. “What if I suck at this?”

He quirks a brow.

“I mean we knew each other years ago and what if what happens between us isn’t as good as you want?”

“As good as I want? Hell, woman, looking at you is good for me. My cock gets hard at the sight of you. Hearing your voice turns me on. Seeing your smile. Watching you walk. Before a stitch of clothes come off, you own my body.”

“I guess I’m afraid of ruining things.” I can’t help the tears that leak from my eyes. “I’m afraid my brokenness will break you.”

“Oh, my sweet, broken angel…trust that I’m strong enough to give you back your wings.”

He covers the distance between us in a couple of strides and pulls me into his arms.

“I’m afraid of you getting hurt again because you tried to protect me,” I spill the truth from my heart like the awful dagger that it’s been. This heavy load of guilt knowing the man I’ve always loved was bruised because of me.

“I welcomed the pain, honey, because not protecting you would have destroyed me.”

He lightly brushes his lips across mine. “That we found each other again is fate.”

I like the sound of that. I’m Leo’s fate and he’s mine.

“Fate,” I agree, wrapping my arms around his waist, letting my head rest against his broad chest. “Mmm…I could stay like this forever.”

Laughter rumbles in his chest. “My boner has something a little different in mind.”

I tip my head back to look at his handsome face. “Something I might like?”

“I’m not bragging or anything but, hell, yeah.”

Stepping away from him, I cross my arms and sweep my gaze up and down his body. “Okay, cowboy. Show me what you’ve got.”

Leo

“Remember I told you to bring a change of clothes?”

She nods and before she can move, I grab her up and leap into the river, holding her aloft so her face never dips beneath the water.

Spluttering, she splashes at me in faux anger. “This isn’t the kind of wet I’m wanting from you.”

I tread water and pull her flush against me. “Tell me something I don’t know.” I cup one of her tits and her eyes widen before they darken with longing.

“Nice and full,” I say, rubbing my thumb back and forth over the nipple poking through her clothes.

Amanda touches me under the water, her fingers skimming my abdomen before insistently pulling up my shirt. Her palm is hot against my skin.

She wraps one hand around my neck, tugging my head down but I resist, not kissing her deeply.

When she voices her displeasure, I grasp her ass cheeks and squeeze. “I promise you that you can taste everything I’ve got just like I’ll taste you but?—”

“If you tell me to be patient again, this isn’t going to end well for you.” She splashes water at me.

I laugh and turning, swim to the bank.

She gives chase.

I get there first then lean in to haul her up.

“Now what?” She pushes her wet hair away from her face and neck.

“Now we’ll strip down.”

“I was thinking the first time we’d get naked under the covers or something.”

“You thought wrong. Why wouldn’t I want to see you? And don’t forget, I’ve already seen you once.”

“Ah…the shower.”

“I’ve never been as thankful for spiders as I was then.”

“You remember that?”

“Remember? How could I forget laying eyes on your body? Or that you said you were touching yourself.”

She covers her face with her hands. “I don’t suppose you would erase that from your memory?”

I pull her hands down. “Why would I?”

“It’s…personal.”

“My cock is going to be in you soon. I don’t think we can get more personal than that. Take off your clothes.”

“Y-You first.”

I let go of her hands and whip off my shirt.

She swallows hard and bites her lip. “Keep going,” she says.

Her husky voice makes my cock get harder.

I unbutton my jeans and slowly lower the zipper.

She doesn’t look away but her hands clench into fists.

I hesitate. “Want me to stop?”

“No! I’m trying not to snatch it and run off someplace private with your dick.” Her mouth drops open. “OMG. I said what I was thinking out loud.”

I would laugh except she looks mortified. “Feel free to snatch it if you want honey but he goes where I go.”

I finish unzipping and work the wet material down my legs, then step out. My cock thrusts against my underwear, heavy and eager to be free of constraints.

“Ready to greet your king, honey?”

“You look so…”

“Huge?”

“I was going to say good but that works too.”

“Your turn.”

Amanda sucks in her lower lip before she releases it on an exhale. Her hands shake as she takes off her shirt.

Her bra is plastered to her skin, nipples showing through the lace.

“Keep going,” I say, my voice a mix of hoarseness and need.

The bra is next.

Her tits are magnificent. I want to reach for them, hold them, and taste them but if I do, I know I’ll take her right here in the mud on this riverbank.

She takes off the rest of her clothes and stands naked with her head lowered, her hair hiding her expression.

I go to her and smooth away her shield. “I’m in awe of you,” I say.

Her head snaps up. “Of me? My body?”

I spread her arms wide as I drink in her nakedness. “It’s perfect.” Guiding her hand, I put it between her legs. “Touch yourself like you were doing in the shower. I haven’t been able to get that thought out of my head.”

She turns her shoulder, angling her body away.

Cupping her hand, I use it to massage herself.

“That’s not how?—”

“Then do you touch yourself like this?” I push her hand aside and part her folds. Then I brush a finger between them.

She jolts like she got an electrical shock.

“See what my cock is doing?” I glance down at the bead of come on the tip.

“Y-yes.”

I stroke her clit, and she gasps and grips my forearms. “Oh…yes…like that.”

“No more, honey.” I stop. “That’s all the taste you get for now.”

She squeezes my forearms and scowls. “Just so you know I would still be able to come again if you give me an orgasm now.”

“I know that. But you wouldn’t come nearly as hard as you’re going to. Come here and clean the tip your king so he can get dressed.”

She looks around, then back at the river. “I don’t have…oh…you mean…”

“That’s right. With your tongue.”

She reaches out her hand, but I know if she wraps it around my cock, I’ll explode.

“No. Put your hands behind your back, lean forward, and lick it off.”