by T Nisbet
I can’t describe the first part of my ride to Brighton, other than to say I was captivated. Ivy was so beautiful and holding her so closely stirred me deeply. Her incredible body pressing against me so tightly, her breath in the shallow of my neck and the occasional squirming to get even closer to me, blasted away all of my thoughts of betrayal. She was mine, if only until she woke up, and I relished every minute of it.
In the pre-dawn light, I felt her stir and looked down as we started to travel through farms and fields of crops awaiting the harvest. She snuggled even closer kissing my neck.
“Dear Heart,” she whispered.
“ You’re awake! Are you okay?” I asked despite the rush of adrenaline her kiss had caused.
“Mmmm yeah,” she purred.
“I can see the city, we should be there soon. Do you want to ride your own horse now?”
“No way,” she breathed in my ear snuggling in even closer.
I didn’t argue.
