Horse Play (Horse Play Series Book 1)

by A. D. Ryan

  There was only one thing that could make this even more enjoyable for him without actually having sex with him.

  Removing my hand from his pants, Jensen’s eyes widened with confusion and what looked like panic. “What are you—?” His eyes quickly drifted down to my hand, widening more than should have been possible, as I slipped it between my legs. Strangled sounds escaped his strained vocal chords as I slipped my fingers beneath his palm to gather some of the slick moisture there before thrusting my hand back into his pants.

  “Ooooh shiiiiit,” he groaned, his left hand squeezing my thigh almost painfully as my hand slid over his erection with ease. He was so lost to the sensation of my wet hand pumping him that he seemed to have forgotten about my own pleasure. Moving my left leg slightly, I nudged his hand back over so he could resume his previous actions.

  He matched my every move with one of his own, sweeping his fingers over that most-sensitive bundle of nerves before gliding it through the silken flesh and pressing firmly when he arrived at his final destination. “Shit, baby. You feel so good,” he whispered as he teased me a little bit more than was entirely necessary.

  “Yeah,” I moaned, sounding more like a porn star than anything. I tightened my hand around him and pumped him once more. “You, too. So fucking good.” Apparently my swearing pushed him that much closer toward the edge, because he groaned and let his forehead fall to my shoulder.

  Resting my head against his until my mouth was right by his ear, I let the sensation of his long, talented fingers pleasuring me take over. “More, Jensen,” I panted. “I need more.”

  I felt the sting of his teeth nipping at my neck at the exact moment he pushed his fingers into me. Biting was never something I would have thought to be erotic in real life, but there was something about it in that exact moment that did wonderful, tingly things to my entire body. Of course, those feelings could have been because his fingers were buried deep, stroking the shit out of that elusive little hot-spot inside me.

  “Yes … Yes …” I moaned over and over again as he moved in and out of me. “Shit … Fuck … Don’t … Ohhhh … Don’t stop …” My voice grew louder and louder as his hand moved faster and fucking faster between my thighs.

  Even though I was so focused on the things Jensen was doing to my body, I remained aware of what I was doing to his. As his speed increased, so did mine. I could tell he was nearing his orgasm as his hips thrust, short and fast, into my hand. “Look at me?” I murmured.

  Lifting his head from my shoulder, he placed kisses along the side of my neck and jaw before planting a deep, passionate kiss on my lips. Our mouths parted, eyes meeting and our labored breathing synching up. With his hair falling over his sweat-dampened forehead, I watched as his eyebrows furrowed and felt his body tense between my legs. “Shit, Madison … I’m going to …”

  I nodded, scooting my ass forward on the counter and forcing his fingers just a little deeper, encouraging him to take me with him as he fell into pure ecstasy. His fingers worked their magic inside of me, and his thumb resumed its work externally, bringing me that much closer. The orgasm swelled, my body tensing in preparation, and I tightened my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass as we continued on toward our final destination.

  Jensen brought his face forward, our eyes still only on each other, and rested his forehead to mine. His warm breath wafted over my face as I moved minutely to brush my lips against his. Our soft kiss was broken by our moans as I felt the first wave of rhapsody wash over me, my stomach muscles tightening in its wake, preparing for the next set that I could already feel swelling on the horizon. I could feel his forehead wrinkle against mine, and his eyes hooded further as I continued moving my hand.

  “Yes …” I moaned, nodding my head to let him know what I wanted. The next onslaught of pleasure that crashed down around me was my undoing; I cried out, my voice echoing in the tiny kitchen as I felt Jensen pulse and release in my palm.

  With our bodies physically spent, we sat, unmoving, for what seemed like an eternity, remaining locked in each other’s stare. Jensen’s eyes reflected a kind of peace there that could only come after an orgasm; the calm after the storm. His lips were plump and reddened from the frenzied kisses, and his hair was … well, it was as unruly as ever, but this time it was because I had been running my fingers through it.

  Tilting his head, he kissed the tip of my nose. “That was …” His eyes closed and the corners of his mouth twisted up into a smirk as he remembered. “Fuck, it was amazing.” Removing his hand from my panties, Jensen shifted to the right and grabbed a tea towel from the last drawer in the island counter and handed it to me as I removed my hand from his pants so I could clean it off.

  Smiling lazily as I finished wiping my hand, I sighed. “Yeah. It really was. It’s like weeks of sexual frustration is just … gone.” I glanced up at him again. “Thank you.”

  Shaking his head, he moved and kissed me softly. “No. Thank you. I probably would have tried to stop us again.”

  I laughed and hopped down from the counter, my legs still a little weak from the pleasure that was still coursing through my veins. “Probably. But I wouldn’t have done anything different. I always get my way.” I grabbed the waist of his pants again and tugged him toward me before standing on the tips of my toes and planting a hard kiss on his lips. “Are you hungry?”

  Jensen nodded. “Famished.”

  “Good. Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes. I’m going to go wash up really quick. I’ll be back.” Jensen tapped my ass lightly as I turned to walk from the room, causing me to giggle like a schoolgirl.

  After locking myself in the bathroom, I washed my hands and brushed my hair again. With a smile permanently plastered on my face, I pulled my hair over my left shoulder and noticed a red welt starting to form on the right side of my neck.

  “Oh shit,” I whispered, leaning in to get a good look at the hickey. The mark, while it excited me in the moment—and a little currently, if I’m being completely honest—was going to be a bitch to hide from my dad. How the hell was I going to explain it if he were to see it? Was I going to be confined to turtleneck sweaters and scarves until it faded? It was too damn hot for that nonsense.

  Still not sure how I would explain it, I headed to my room and changed my underwear before pulling on a pair of jeans and changing out of my shirt, trading it for a light blue tank top. While I really enjoyed the way Jensen eyed me hungrily when I wasn’t wearing much of anything, I knew that we had a morning full of chores to get done in the barn before Dad returned later.

  When I reached the kitchen again, I saw Jensen had gotten dressed, too. I stood in the doorway, eyeing the island countertop, and I could feel the blush filling my cheeks.

  Jensen looked up from setting the table and smirked when he realized what I was staring at. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at the kitchen the same way again, either.”

  “That really just happened, huh? It wasn’t some incredibly vivid dream that my sexually-frustrated brain cooked up?” I asked as the timer on the stove sounded.

  After he finished setting the table, Jensen came and stood behind me as I put my oven mitts on, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his groin right against my ass. “I’m sorry for leaving you frustrated, baby,” he crooned, kissing the sweet spot just behind my right ear before gasping. “Shit! Did I do that?”

  I laughed. “Well, it wasn’t the mailman.”

  “What the hell? Who does shit like that?” He was getting so worked up over something that would likely be gone in two days’ time.

  Working against his hold on me, I turned and placed my oven mitt-covered hands on his cheeks. “I’m fine. And, if I’m being completely honest, I kind of liked it.” I pulled his face down to mine for a kiss.

  “You kinky little freak,” he teased, gripping my hips and meeting me halfway, letting our lips touch briefly before I had to grab breakfast.

  As we ate, I couldn’t stop t
he memory of what we’d done from playing in my head on a loop. Unfortunately, it was affecting my lower body, forcing me to cross my legs tightly to quell the sudden need that had sprung to life again. The sounds Jensen made with every bite he took wasn’t helping my problem, either. In fact, they were very reminiscent to the ones he made when I made him come.

  Jensen’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with surprise. “What?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

  Swallowing thickly and blinking rapidly a few times, he set his fork down. “You … um …” He nervously swallowed again. “That noise …”

  I was instantly mortified as I realized what it was he was trying to say. At some point in my silent reverie I had moaned or whimpered or something. I dropped my fork and covered my mouth. “Sorry.”

  He half-laughed and shook his head before shifting his chair and taking my hand in his. He tugged, forcing me to stand and then pulling me down onto his lap. “Don’t be. Maybe it’s completely narcissistic, but to know that it’s me you’re thinking of when you make those sexy sounds? Well, it makes me want to do things to you that make those memories seem dull.”

  “Fuck me,” I whispered, not meaning it literally—or, kind of not.

  Jensen chuckled, brushing the tip of my nose with his. “Soon, Madison. Until then …” After one last, simple kiss, I went back to my chair so Jensen and I could finish breakfast before heading out to the barn.

  A little over an hour later, all the horses were taken out, so Jensen and I worked at cleaning out the stalls. I assured him I was feeling well enough to get back to more of the physically demanding parts of my job, and after making me promise to let him know if I was feeling any pain, he conceded. We worked through the morning before heading to the house for lunch.

  “So,” I started to say as we walked hand-in-hand through the door. “What do you say we go for a ride this afternoon? Nothing strenuous, maybe just out to our spot?”

  Nodding, Jensen opened the fridge. “Sounds good. First, though? I think we should head to town for some groceries.”

  “Yeah, I have a list.” I grabbed the list off the counter, looked it over once more before folding it, and then pushed it into my pocket. “You know what? Since we’ll already be heading into town, why don’t we just eat out?” Jensen’s eyebrows rose suggestively, and I saw that damn devious glint in his eyes as he took my suggestion and turned it into something perverted. Typical. “Oh, grow up. You really must be fifteen.”

  Jensen quickly closed the gap between us and gathered me in his arms. “If you want to stay out of jail, you’d better hope not.”

  All I could do was roll my eyes and kiss him before dragging him through the front door so we wouldn’t get caught up in each other again. The passion between us was powerful, and I knew that if we weren’t careful we would find ourselves in a very similar situation as earlier. Not that it would have been a bad thing.

  Chapter 21. Smile, You’re on Candid Camera

  Ever the gentleman, Jensen opened my truck door for me and closed it once I was safely inside. Apparently his parents had raised him right, because I had never known a man to open doors for me. Not even on first dates when they were trying to impress me.

  “What?” Jensen inquired with a smile as he fastened his seat belt.

  I shook my head. “It’s silly.” The look in Jensen’s eyes told me we weren’t going anywhere until I told him what I was thinking. “The whole opening-doors thing. It’s all very sweet. No one’s ever done that for me before.”

  Chuckling, Jensen pushed the key into the ignition and started the ancient truck. It came to life with a roar. “My mother was a stickler for making sure I knew how to treat a lady.”

  “Well, I’m glad. While I never thought of myself as the type who needed to be doted on, I quite like how it makes me feel. Keep it up and eventually you’ll get lucky,” I teased, poking his muscular thigh as we turned out of the driveway.

  “Eventually, huh?”

  I laughed. “Well, you’re the one who said your virtue needed to be protected from my corruption. But, I’m sure I’ll eventually be able to bring you around to the dark side.”

  Reaching over the console, Jensen held my hand, lacing our fingers together. “First Star Trek and now Star Wars.” He took a deep breath, releasing it with a chuckle. “Landry, if you’re not careful, I will have to pull this car over and show you just how susceptible I am to your personal brand of corruption.”

  Curious to see just how serious he was, I smirked. “You think making mention of Star Wars is arousing? Makes me wonder how you’d feel about my gold bikini get up.”

  Stifling my laughter, I watched him carefully as he swallowed thickly and kept his wide eyes trained on the road so as not to kill us as he sped down the highway toward Savannah. “Please, for the love of everything sci-fi, don’t let that be a joke.”

  “Baby,” I cooed, stroking the back of his thumb with mine. “I assure you it most definitely is not.”

  He exhaled another shaky breath. “May I ask how you came to acquire said bikini?”

  “Willow. We went to a Halloween party a few years back. She knew all the guys would dig it—fans of the franchise or not.” As Jensen shifted in his seat in what I assumed was an attempt to hide his appreciation for my little story, I laughed. “Play your cards right and I’ll show you sometime.”

  “That,” he rasped, “would be awesome.” Jensen quickly changed the subject to something a little less stimulating for him so that we could safely get out of the car without being the talk of the town.

  “So, where do you want to eat?” he asked as the car entered the town limits.

  “Well, there’s the diner,” I suggested. “It’s always pretty great.” Having visited the area when he was younger, he didn’t need directions and found the diner within minutes.

  Jensen parked the car, and I had just unbuckled and reached for the release on my door when he rushed around to open it the rest of the way. “You’re killing my efforts to remain chivalrous, here.”

  “Sorry,” I said, genuinely apologetic. “Like I said, I’m just not used to it.”

  Holding out his hand for me, he winked. “Well, get used to it.”

  With our hands tightly twisted together, we walked into the diner and found a booth by the window. Deciding to sit across from one another, we waited for the server to come and take our drink order.

  “Hi there!” a cheerful voice said to my right. “What can I get for yo— Oh. My. God! Madison? Madison Landry?”

  Raising my eyes, I met the deep brown stare of Tiff Thorne, one of my old high school classmates. “Tiff, hi. How are you?”

  In high school, Tiff and I weren’t friends, but we weren’t exactly enemies, either. While I was focused on my studies and self-deemed too klutzy for anything that required coordination, Tiff was Little Miss Everything. Cheerleader, outstanding athlete, class president. There was nothing she wasn’t good at. It was a classic case of keeping your friends close and enemies closer. I often tutored Tiff in Algebra—and by tutored, I mean she paid me to do her assignments. I didn’t mind, actually. The reason being because when the time came for tests, she had no clue what she was doing, and that wasn’t my problem. I tried to teach her. Multiple times.

  Even with all of her successes in high school, here she was … waiting tables. Not that I was judging; maybe she enjoyed her job. Anything was possible.

  “I’m good! How about you? No longer single, I see?” Her eyes drifted to Jensen, and I definitely saw the look she gave him. She was looking at him like he was something to eat. The only thing that kept me from not jumping up and shredding her corneas was Jensen. The entire time Tiff was eyeballing him, he was staring at me, holding my hands in his across the table so I would focus on him.

  “No,” I told her, even though it was a lie. Jensen and I weren’t an item, but I felt like I had something to prove to her. Like I could be capable of having something she didn’t for once. Besides, I didn�
�t hear Jensen object. “Not single.”

  “How long have the two of you been together?” she asked, and through my periphery I could see that she was still staring at Jensen. I may have wanted to punch her in the throat.

  “Um, not long. A couple weeks?”

  “Still time for everything to go south then, huh?” she asked, trying to pass her tone off as a joke, when really I knew she was just being a total bitch.

  Jensen’s eyes narrowed before he turned to her for the first time. “Here’s an idea, how about you take our order before you cut your tip in half … again.” My stomach flipped and my heart pounded excitedly in my veins as I watched Jensen put Tiff in her place. “And then, if you can manage to keep focused on your work, I won’t feel the need to talk to your manager about your shitty job performance and etiquette.”

  Tiff was still staring at Jensen, but it was no longer in an attempt to seduce him. She. Was. Pissed. After jotting down our drink order, she turned on her heel and stormed off.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, releasing his hand and sitting back in the booth.

  Jensen looked at his empty hands before folding them on the tabletop. “For what?”

  “Using you like that. Saying we were together when we’re not.”

  “Oh.” He smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t mind.”

  “Still wasn’t fair to you. I acted like a dog marking its territory.”

  “Madi, really, it’s fine.”

  I glanced back over to where Tiff stood, glaring at me, then I looked at Jensen and leaned in to keep from being overheard. “You know she’s probably going to spit in our food now, right?” I told him, knowing exactly what kind of person Tiff was. In a word: vindictive.

  Jensen shook his head. “Nah. She wouldn’t dare. She’s not too hard to read. In fact, I guarantee she’s back there right now trying to find someone to take our table from her.” Jensen paused, looking over toward the back counter. When I followed his gaze, I smiled upon seeing her talking heatedly to a male server as they both glanced over in our direction. “Now, if it had been just you who had spoken to her that way, she likely would have reacted the way you expected. But she’s not used to being rejected. She won’t want to come back to that.”