High Horse Bastard

by Smart, Kit

  My body clenched in anticipation then released as he shifted his hand forward and he began to use his fingers; wet with my own juices; to gently stroke my clit.

  “Just settle into it Pippa.” He murmured against my ear as he settled the heel of his hand firmly against my mons while he caressed the upper right side of my clit with tiny movements of his index finger. “Don’t rush. Just stay with it.”

  Recognition sparked. “You read my notes.”

  “I did.” He murmured his tone rich with both arousal and laughter. “I will be expecting to hear your reflections on the matter after breakfast.”

  “After you assuage both your appetites you mean.” I asked as I drifted along at the height of pleasure. There was no urgency, no throbbing, no urge to race forward to completion; just a constant blinding pleasure that neither waxed nor waned, but which simply had me wanting to roll my eyes back into my head as I rested against him. Somehow, I managed to pour the batter for pancake number four. “You have quite the appetite.” I managed to not quite moan.

  “Does that surprise you?”

  “A little.”

  “Because I’m disabled?” He asked curiously.

  With some concentration, I loosened the edges of the pancake. “Because in all the years we’ve worked together I’ve never seen you with a woman; never sensed anything from you.” I slid the spatula under the pancake and gave it a toss.

  “I fantasize.” He murmured with a small laugh. “A lot. About you.” I felt him pushing against my back in the smallest of thrusts—so small I wondered if he were even conscious of the action.

  “Insanely fucking sexy fantasies.”

  That nearly brought me to my knees. “You fantasize about me?”

  “From the day we met.” An edge of wryness there.

  My heart seized for a couple of beats before resuming its excited rhythm only to stutter again at his next works.

  “You’ve been giving me unbearable cock-stands for what feels like an eternity Sinclair.” This time when he pushed himself against me I knew it was deliberate.

  This time I was not able to bite back my moan. “I get so excited at the thought of fucking your hard cock.”

  “I get so turned on when you tell me how much you want me.”He murmured his response against my ear.

  Dropping the spatula, I reached back with my hands and grabbed his ass; almost pulled him against me but thought better of it at the last moment, and ground my ass against his hard length instead. “Fuck pancakes.” I gasped as the motion disrupted the rhythm and depth of his caresses along my clit and I was once again an urgent mess of throbbing need. “I know what I want and need and it’s not pancakes.”

  “What is it you want and need Sinclair?” He asked me in that sexy growl as he began to swirl his finger around my clit.

  “You.” I gasped. “Naked. In my bed.” I was barely keeping it together and if the pancake hadn’t started to burn, I probably would have hauled him off to the bedroom without remembering to turn the stove off. As it was, I was barely able to keep it together mentally long enough to slide the pan off the burner and dial the knob to the off position.

  That accomplished, I forced myself to turn in his arms despite the way my pussy pounded in protest at the sudden loss of contact. Better things to come. I reassured my lady bits as I reached down to grasp him through his pants. “Your rock hard cock between my legs, pushing into me, as you detail these work place fantasies of yours.”

  Enjoying the way his face went slack with pleasure I squeezed him gently several times in that way I knew he liked. “I want to be on top.” I told him as I kneaded and caressed and enjoyed the way his breathing picked up. “Riding you hard while we plan out the best way to turn these fantasies of yours into reality.”

  18

  “Surveying your kingdom?”

  I glanced up from the beautiful brown leather English saddle that I was polishing, and wrinkled my nose at Hadrian where he stood in the doorway of tack room looking imminently ravishable in the sunlight filtering into the stable from the skylights in the vaulted ceiling. “Doing chores.” I resumed my task finding a certain zen in the motion in the repetitive motions of my hand as I worked the saddle shine and conditioner into the leather.

  “They left all this behind for you?” He nodded at the walls and shelves lined with tack and equipment as he made his way toward one of the two leather arm chairs in the room.

  “Yes.” I looked up in time to catch the careful way he lowered himself into the chair.

  Catching my look he shrugged ruefully as he leaned his crutches against the right arm of his chair. “I may need to work on my conditioning. That was more sex than I’ve had in a while.”

  I lifted my left hand off of the saddle and twirled my finger to indicate the tack. “Feeling a tad rode hard and put up wet are we?”

  Hadrian laughed appreciatively. “You’re not sore?” He asked curiously.

  I considered the slight soreness between my thighs. “I am.” I admitted unable to resist waggling my eyebrows at him suggestively. “But in a good way.”

  “Yeah?” He looked pleased with himself for a moment before he sobered. “Pippa I checked my email.”

  The seriousness with which he made that innocuous statement had my heart sinking with unaccountable panic until I remembered that I was a badass pirate who could handle anything. “Oh?” I kept my voice calm as I polished.

  “Pippa, they’re cancelling your book.” He told me levelly though I thought I detected a hint of concern there.

  I forced myself to continue working the conditioner into the saddle as the bottom fell out of my world.

  “The original author returned from wherever the hell she has been, and submitted a completed manuscript.”

  “Edited?” My feckless heart seized on that. If it isn’t edited, they will still need to delay production which, makes my manuscript more tenable financially.

  “Edited.”

  I nodded my head numbly. “So, I’ll need to return to the office then.”

  “Pippa—”

  “It’s not so bad really,” I cut him off. “I can simply manage this place part time.” Inwardly, I marveled at how calm I sounded. “In the evenings and on weekends until I can be released from my contract.” I scrubbed harder at the saddle. “It isn’t ideal but…” I was scrubbing viciously now. “It will be fine… in the end.”

  “Pippa—” Hadrian tried again.

  I held up a hand not looking up. “It will be fine.” I insisted. Determinedly, I shoved at the ball of emotion trying to work its way out of my throat. Losing it will not help you. “If you don’t mine Hadrian, I could use a moment alone.” Embarrassingly close to tears, I stared at the saddle. I had, at some point, stopped polishing, and I tried to force myself to continue, but try as I might, I couldn’t force my hand to move. “Fuck.”

  * * * * *

  “No.” Hadrian’s voice echoed into the quiet of the tack room.

  “Excuse me?” Shocked by the response, I looked up at him in some disbelief.

  “You heard me.” He stared me down. Nodded briefly at his legs where they lay stretched out in front of him. “I’m comfortable.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “And you’re being stupid.”

  That hit me like a punch to the gut. Abruptly, the ball of emotion threatening to destroy my throat dissipated, and a slow burning anger began to form in its place.

  “You heard me.”

  I took a deep breath and concentrated on not picking up the nearest object and throwing it at him. Hard.

  “Angry Sinclair?” He sank further back into his chair, and raised his eyebrows at me.

  Bastard. “Furious.” I ground out from behind clenched teeth.

  “Good.”

  Of its own volition, the cloth I had been using to polish the saddle, whipped through the air and, landed gently on his left leg as it failed to gain any sort of momentum hurdling through the air.

  The bastard had the nerve to lau
gh; actually threw back his head and laughed at me.

  “What the—”

  He held up a hand to cut me off. “Now that you’re angry; it should be much easier to think like a pirate Pippa.” He chided with a surprising gentleness.

  That stopped me in my tracks, and I stared at him as I fought to get my brain back online. Clearly, I still need some practice at this pirate thing.

  “You don’t need to go back to work Pippa. You have an agreement on record that you will be permitted to leave the company once the project has been completed.” The smug smile made a reappearance. “And I have it on record that the company is no longer interested in your manuscript.”

  From deep, deep within the well spring of my soul, hope began to grow. Things fell into place. “And the original author has completed and, submitted her manuscript.” I felt a smug smile of my own spread across my face. “So the project is technically complete.”

  Hastings draped his right arm across the back of the chair and tilted his back and to the right as he gazed up at me through half lowered eyelids. “And you have a manuscript of your own to do with what you will.” He waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively, and suddenly, all sorts of images of doing to him what I would, flooded my brain, and I found myself skirting the saddle horse and all but prowling across the floor towards him.

  “Again?” He laughed up at me as I came to a halt in front of him. “Surely not.”

  “What do you mean,” Leaning forward I braced my hands on either arm of his chair which put me within kissing distance as I swung my right leg over his outstretched legs. “surely not?” I mock growled as I closed the distance and took his mouth, plundering him with my tongue until we were both desperate for air.

  Pulling back, I deliberately maintained eye contact so that he could see what was in my eyes. “I’m going to need an editor.” I told him. “As well as a partner in crime.”

  He searched my face, and though it was hard not to; I didn’t put up any barriers against him; I let him see me; what I was feeling; how much I wanted him.

  “Pippa.” He took a deep breath, wiping at his eyes with his right hand as though to clear them. Looked back up at me with an edge of uncertainty that had me wanting to hide. Steady on Blackbeard. I told myself as I held his gaze.

  “I don’t want to make a mistake—” For a split second, my heart plummeted, as the part of me that hadn’t quite ‘pirated up’ yet quickly interpreted that as rejection, and told me to protect myself by running far, far away. Before I could so much as make a move in the direction of the door, though, he continued. “To—misinterpret—” Another deep breath, that failed to do anything about the uncertainty on his face. “So I am going to need to ask you to be very clear here.” He paused to take a third; then a fourth deep breath, and the knowledge that he was just as vulnerable as I was in this instant calmed me. “Are you asking me—”

  “To pirate up and join my crew?” I took mercy on him, and cut him off. “To be my lover and first mate?” Yeah I made that pun. “My mate and partner in all things? To be mine?”

  The uncertainty vanished from his face; replaced with a smile that I felt from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I could drown in that smile; without regret.

  Reaching forward, he slid his right hand around the back of my neck, and guided me down for a kiss.

  Happily, I obliged. Kissed him throughly, until I was quite certain that he was senseless. Pulled back only when I felt his other hand at my hip as he pulled me down onto his lap. “Surely not?” I asked him archly in what I like to think was a near perfect imitation of him.

  “What do you mean surely not?” He returned, in what, I am sure he would like to think ,was a near perfect imitation of me.

  “Here?” I swept my gaze around the tack room as he shifted forward to compensate for the arms of the chair, which, were interfering with our attempts to ahem position ourselves.

  “Here.” He affirmed firmly, as he used his hands on the small of my back to guide me where he wanted me.

  “Don’t you—ahhhh—-em.” I broke off with a groan as I felt his rock hard cock beneath me.

  “Don’t I what?” He asked, voice warm with equal parts arousal, and amusement, as he used his hands to rock me against him, entirely decimating my ability to think as pleasure burned through my core, and reduced my bones to molten lava.

  Unable to think of anything other than the urge to feel him pressing harder where I needed him, I rocked my hips forward in a sudden aggressive motion, that simultaneously soothed my aching pussy, and set Hadrian grabbing for the arms of the chair as my action almost overset us both.

  That sobered me up as probably nothing else could have, and I gave him a look. “Don’t you think this is a little dangerous?” I nodded down at his hips, which were positioned at the bare edge of the chair in order to accommodate our position.

  He smiled his slow sexy smile, and leaned forward to suck gently at the deliciously sensitive place where my neck met my shoulder. I shivered. “Pirate up Sinclair.” He told me as he began working his way up the side of my neck with slow gentle sucks that I felt deep in my core. “I have it on good authority.” He trailed his lips along my jaw; paused when we were face to face; our lips millimeters apart so that when he continued, I felt each word as a hum that skittered across the nerve endings in my lips, and then down into my body and along my spine into my pelvis, where they tingled against my clit as though he were between my legs murmuring my siren song. “That anything worth doing; is worth doing in the face of a little danger.”

  19

  “What do you think about sex in a swimming pool?” Hadrian glanced down at the box. “What’s in the box?”

  “As a personal preference?” I set the large box I had just received from the post on the edge of my desk and after giving it a good shove with my hip to make room; turned and levered myself up on the desk beside it. I leave to answer the door and you come up with sex in a swimming pool? “Tea for the new teahouse. The manager’s out.” I added to explain why the tea had been delivered to us rather than to the tea house itself.

  Hadrian, studied me from where he sat; back braced on a pile of cushions, and legs stretched out in front of him on the sofa. “For our Work-in-Progress.” He nodded down at the computer braced on a cushion in his lap. “Though, I am not adverse to test driving the idea first.” He leered suggestively at me. “For the sake of accuracy.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Bacteria? Lubrication?” I listed two of the problems with his idea. “I think you’re thinking with your cock right now.” Raising my right hand, I examined my non-existent manicure. “I’ve noticed this pattern.” I looked up at him found him staring at my lips. “That occurs whenever I get up earlier than you Hastings.” I dropped my hand to my thigh; watched his eyes track the motion wolfishly. “You’re all but useless to me.” I began to trace small circles along my inner thigh with the tip of my index finger. I watched Hadrian’s chest expand as his breathing deepened; felt my own breathing quicken to match his. “Care to explain?” I arched an imperious eyebrow at him.

  I almost carried it off; almost managed to maintain the part of the aloof, totally-in-charge-of-the-situation ice princess type. And then he shifted his hips forward slightly, and leaned back against the pillows opening his body completely to me in a move that was so damn sexy it stole the breath from my lungs.

  “I’m horny as fuck Sinclair.” He declared baldly his eyes glinting with amusement as he turned the tables on me.

  Aloof ice princess, went directly out the window as blood flooded my pussy turning it into a wet, throbbing monster of want and desire that superseded any other thought I tried to have. You’ve become way to accustomed to morning sex Pippa.

  “Yes, like that.” Hastings regarded me from beneath hooded eyes. “You didn’t have sex either this morning.” He reached out and closed his laptop; set it beside him on the floor. “I hate waking with you on my mind and not in my bed.” He told me; further co
mpounding my breathing problem. As I watched completely mesmerized, he removed the pillow from his lap and tossed it onto the floor beside the computer. Returning his hand to his lap, he used it frame the erection tenting the front of his trousers. He paused to make certain that I took in the strength and depth of his arousal; the sheer width and length of his hard cock before he began to palm himself gently through his trousers. “Its hard to perform to the best of your abilities when you’re overworked and under-fucked Sinclair.” He

  My pussy howled in jealousy, that cock is mine, and I found myself across the room, standing in front of the sofa pulling up my skirt before I had even consciously made the decision to move.

  Hastings laughed up at me through his arousal as he settled more completely into the cushions and began to undo his pants. “I take it that you’re feeling under-fucked as well?”

  I yanked my panties off my hips and stepped out of them. “I could explain how horny you make me Hadrian, but I’d rather you stick your hard cock inside my pussy and feel for yourself.” I had only a bare moment to take satisfaction in the way his expression imploded in on itself at that, before the monster between my thighs took control and had me on the sofa; a knee on either side of his hips as I used a hand to guide him to my wet, throbbing entrance. Once there, I didn’t hesitate, didn’t tease, and I didn’t hide myself; I let him see it all: the love I felt for him; the agonizing pleasure, the relief, the slight twinge of discomfort as I slid myself down along his thick, hard cock, and just as I revealed myself to him; he hid nothing from me. Not his pleasure at being inside me, not the love he had for me; not the urgency in his body that wanted to take me hard and fast; not the moment of knowledge that he couldn’t, and not the faint grimace that told me he was in some discomfort.