The Polo Prince (Foxworth Stud Ranch Book 4)

by Mia Madison

  Like I couldn’t tell how the resistance flew out of Violet right after the first slap of my hand. How her hips swayed subtly side to side and pumped gently forward and back, encouraging me to spank her again as she rolled out the pleasure gathering between her legs. Instead I say; “That little country girl likes a spanking too? From that big old cowboy?”

  “Her boyfriend Rafe is hot,” Violet says, blurting out her thoughts. “Jeez, haven't you noticed that every one of the cowboys at Foxworth is a freaking poster boy for Western Living?”

  “Er, no,” I growl out, a feral raw sound coming from my throat.

  A flare of jealousy stabs through my gut and makes my blood gush. I don’t want her finding any man but me hot. I want to own all of her so that she never even notices another man she’s so filled with me. Literally, emotionally, physically I need to possess her.

  She laughs lightly.

  “You’re even hotter when you’re jealous,” she echoes my previous statement.

  I guess she can detect my feelings permeating my pores as I can hers.

  “What makes you think I’d compete with a bunch of dusty hicks?” I growl.

  “Oh just that sixth sense I’m activating,” she says, a satisfied tone in her voice.

  It’s good to see her relaxed like this with me. Much as I want to plunder her body, ravage every last part of her and destroy her wet little pussy. I also want to see that air of sadness lift from hanging around her like a Seattle fog.

  The riders are approaching like a posse chasing an outlaw but Violet’s in no hurry to get up off my lap. She settles her delectable curves back into me and we continue our intimate talk for a while longer.

  15

  Violet

  I absolutely love talking to Diego. I feel like it’s safe to tell him anything and he’ll hear me. No one has ever listened to me with as much focus as he does unless I’m paying them one fifty an hour.

  When I told him my parents had died, the anxiety tied a knot ball in my lungs so the air was squashed out of them from one instant to the next. But lying here against him, the stressball relaxed back down almost immediately. My lungs deflated like an untied balloon. I could have told him the whole story without hesitation but the warmth flowing through my veins from being snuggled into him was too pleasant to ignore. I wanted to lie there and savor it for as long as possible.

  He may be a cocky playboy in day to day life, but one on one he’s a caring individual. So I can’t help but wonder whether he’s just being kind to me. He had his fun, dishing out the spanking that demonstrated to me who’s in charge. Like he was taming one of the horses he breeds. And now he’s indulging me by letting me chat about my problems. Because he couldn’t actually like me as a woman, could he? He could have any girl in the world, and has had quite a large number already. So why is he bothering to waste so much time with me?

  It’s so comforting the way he strokes my back. Going from being vulnerable with my pussy bared to him, throbbing hungrily and pushing out from my lips to beg for his touch, to being reassured and petted seems completely natural. I lie there purring inside and relishing his attention. But still I want to know about his relationship with Chloe Foxworth. Can it really be as he says? That theirs is a fake fiance thing designed to throw off their fathers.

  “Chloe’s father seems to be very indulgent with her, I’m sure she can marry whoever she wants,” I say casually, not wanting him to detect my envy.

  “Hers is but mine comes from old Italian immigrant stock that clawed its way up to success. He runs family life like a Mafia Don.”

  “He sounds terrifying,” I say, relieved he’s far away at the bottom of South America.

  “He was with me. Less so with my younger brothers.”

  I’m still horny as hell but also relaxed in my spot. Together we watch the dust bowl coming closer and closer like a bizarre Netflix show. Soon enough a lone horse and rider rear to a halt by the fence. The big old cowboy gets down and leads his sweating horse to the trough next to Don Quixote.

  I sit up from resting my cheek on Diego’s lovely round pectoral pillow but he holds me down on his lap, not wanting me to stand.

  “Shea, isn’t it?” he says casually to the huge cowboy striding toward us, his fingers hooked either side of his belt buckle.

  “Abel. ranch foreman,” he announces, every bit as regal as Diego despite the difference between them.

  This Abel doesn't seem like a guy that’s going to be intimidated by Diego’s superior attitude. He turns his attention to me. “Are you okay, Miss? Chloe was worried about your disappearance from the therapy space.”

  “I’m absolutely fine,” I assure him with what must be a beatific grin on my lips.

  “Well we’d like to know when you take off like that if that’s okay with you. Just so we know you’re safe an’ all.”

  “She’s safe with me,” Diego tells him with a dismissive tone.

  “That’s what Miss Foxworth was worried about,” Abel tells him. “The company she’s hanging with.”

  “We were talking,” I tell him.

  It’s a bit of a lie but I’m trying to get between the two of them. They seem to be gearing up for something. I can feel the tension rising in every cell of Diego’s amazing body. Just looking at the big cowboy, anyone can see he’s entirely unimpressed.

  “I can imagine,” he says. “I’ve been sent to take you back, Miss.”

  “I said she’s safe here with me, I’ll take her back,” Diego informs him.

  “I’d better go,” I tell him.

  I have therapy sessions right after lunch and I don’t want him finding out that I’m the nutty girl here for healing. He thinks I’m a spa client.

  “Well can I take you to the barbecue tonight?” he asks.

  “You want to take me?” I say, too stunned to recall that I can’t go to social events for another five days.

  “Like a real date,” he says.

  “I can’t,” I mewl, hoping he won’t press me for a reason.

  “Come along now miss, please,” the cowboy walks to this horse and strokes her neck.

  “Can’t or won’t?” Diego demands. Clearly a man not willing to accept a no unless it’s absolutely unavoidable.

  I walk toward Abel, waiting for me beside his huge horse. I’m desperately trying to come up with a reason that will sound plausible.

  Abel has my foot in his interleaved fingers, ready to stirrup me up onto his huge horse.

  Pressing back down into Abel’s palm to help lift myself, I quip back at Diego, “What will your fiancee have to say about that?”

  Soon as I say the words, Abel’s entire body stiffens with a jolt. His arms shove me too hard and I go flying up onto the horse. He animal spooks and rears up and I grab wildly at the bridle to stop myself landing on my ass on the ground behind her.

  Abel is pulling the bridle bit to calm the beast down. I’m dangling half on half off the saddle, clinging on against falling. Then I feel a pair of huge hands clasp my waist and a sense of safety flows through my veins.

  “It’s okay, babe, I’ve got you.”

  Diego lifts me safely back to earth and holds me with his strong bicep encircling me. He glares at the bewildered cowboy and mutters a couple of oaths at him in Spanish.

  “It’s okay, I’m fine. No harm done,” I say as brightly as possible.

  But I do take my chance to lean into Diego’s chest again while the two men fire animosity at each other, Apparently it’s the one place my body wants to be.

  “Power has never done that before,” Abel says. “He’s disgruntled by this situation.”

  “He’s disgruntled?” Diego barks, pulling me closer to him as though Power might charge me. “Even the horse seems to prefer that Violet rides back with me. Animals have far better instincts than humans,” he adds with a smugly triumphant smirk at Abel.

  I feel bad for the cowboy who seems to be very kind and keen to do his job properly so his mistress is satisfied.
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br />   “Your fiancee is probably looking for you,” I joke again and I can’t miss how Abel clenches his jaw and fists so hard I’m sure he’s going to knock Diego to the ground.

  It’s a toss up over which of them would win a fist fight but one I’m not keen to see play out because of me.

  “My fiancee can go to the devil,” Diego growls at me, making me laugh lightly as his arm tightens around me.

  I’m gazing up at him, his eyes holding me pinned with all the lust I see hammering out behind them. His heart is pounding against my upper arm and his need transfers to me, making me even wetter. I’m so enamored in the electrical charge running between us, I don’t notice Abel mount his horse. I do see how he clicks his knees against his flanks to take off at a fast gallop like he can’t wait to get away from us.

  Even more satisfied with his victory, Diego lifts me up behind him on Don and we ride slowly back to the ranch house. He takes his sweet time, noticing how the cowboys are running the herd in the close enough distance to keep an eye on us. They must be keen to prevent the thing I want more than anything from happening.

  Diego holds the reins with one hand and keeps the other palm flat on my thigh lined against his. I wrap my arms around his taut waist and play my fingers lightly over the lined up ridges of his stomach. I’m too distracted by the heat rising in me as I hold him between my legs and press my breasts against his solid back to think very deeply about the talk we engage in all the way.

  16

  Diego

  If that mini showdown with the cowboy told me anything, it’s that something huge is happening to me so far as Violet is concerned. Under any normal circumstances, if the chance to fuck a woman is somehow disappeared, I’m glad to let her do the same until the magic moment presents itself again. Why waste time with chit chat? I’d rather hang with my guys and cut out the crap.

  But with Violet, not only am I taking my time and willing to do so, I’m stunned at how the heat keeps rising between us. With every encounter the electricity between us crackles all around more strongly.

  I’m also obsessed with being the one to protect her.

  If she’s going somewhere, I’m taking her. I want her with me, not rescued from me like I’m somehow a danger to her. And what the fuck did that hick mean about her leaving the therapy space? Does he not know what a fucking spa even is?

  “What was that about?” Violet says.

  Her soft voice right against the back of my ear, her warm breath falling on the lobe makes my heart rate spike. Or perhaps it the way her tits rub against my back as she bobs gently up and down behind me. I put her in back so the soft flesh of her bare inner thighs would hug the blanket and not chafe on the hard leather saddle. I want that tender skin maintained that way until I take my teeth to it.

  But I keep her satin skin under one wide palm in contributing to the heat raging through me. I can’t wait too much longer to possess her. I may well have pulled her from Don’s back and thrown her down on the ground, the horse blanket again coming in handy. Sliding my fat shaft all the way inside her wetness under the wide open sky seems really fucking appealing right now.

  But the dumb-ass cowboy has joined up with his posse and they’re herding their dumber-ass cows alongside us. At a good distance of course, but keeping in visual range to make sure no funny stuff occurs. I should have taken Violet inside that outback barn, full of hay bales just perfect for bending her over. The image of her thighs shivering with every slap I gave her round ass is one I can’t get out of my head.

  “Did you notice how mad he got whenever we mentioned your fake engagement?” Violet nudges against my neck again and I curl my fingers harder around her upper thigh.

  This flesh belongs to me. I need to claim it as mine.

  “I guess they want her to marry a nice American boy,” I say distractedly.

  I’m not really interested in talking about Chloe or her cowboys. I’ve only got one thought in my head. When I’ll be able to get Violet naked and moaning underneath me again.

  “Or maybe anyone other than a bad boy like you,” she murmurs coquettishly against my lobe.

  I can tell she’s not perturbed about my reputation. Or maybe she just wants to dabble in danger while she’s on what’s gotta be a fucking dull as a ditch vacation, sitting in a field with a horse every day.

  “So what do you do at this spa all day long?” I ask.

  Her body immediately stiffens along the length of my spine.

  What did I say?

  “Just focusing on feelings, trying to face them I guess,” she says it so quietly, if her chin wasn’t resting on my shoulder, her mouth up against my ear, no way I would have heard her.

  “That’s what they do at Spas in Texas?” I ask. “Because usually women are getting wrapped in mud and sea slime or pig dung, whatever.”

  She laughs a little and relaxes but immediately tenses again.

  “It’s not that kind of spa. It’s not a spa at all. I think Chloe it still building out that part and the whirlpool baths and stuff are just an extra to the equine therapy.”

  “You’re doing equine therapy,” I ask.

  I just about manage to leave off the ‘why’, but it’s hanging there between us even though we’re pressed up about as close as possible, without me being buried inside her. Where I desperately want to be.

  We ride in silence for a while, the question still floating there. But I keep my hand resting on her thigh which I think comforts her and lets her know I'm there for her. She’s very quiet for a long time and I allow her that. I just enjoy the ride across the ranch with Violet hugging my body behind me.

  She told me she’s no rider, but she’s still completely in rhythm with me as we ride. The way she rubs against my back has me fantasizing about all the filthy things I’m going to do when I finally get her alone again. And meeting my much harder rhythm.

  The next time she speaks isn’t until we arrive back at the ranch house.

  “Where’s Freesia?” she squeals like she’s lost her best friend. “Shit, my one task is to take care of that horse and I abandoned her.”

  “It’s okay. Babe. I told Flavio, my groom to take her inside, not leave her out in the midday sun.

  “So you had assistance with the kidnapping,” she says, relaxing again.

  My ear lobe brushes against her mouth as she speaks and then suddenly she tugs the flap of cartilage between her lips and just that makes my cock prong. My fingers dig into her flesh and I growl out a low sound.

  “You’re going to be in big trouble if you do things like that. I don’t care who’s watching.”

  She laughs, genuinely happy and then notices that Dallyce is on the porch to the main house. She’s too far away to have seen that kiss most likely but it must be obvious to her that I’m clasping Violet’s naked thigh and that’s why she’s standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

  “This is more like prison than therapy spa or whatever,” I smirk.

  I lift one powerful thigh high over Don’s head and jump down to the ground without needing support. For Violet’s benefit I land and swivel in the same move, as inhumanely agile as ever. Then I reach up for her, looking like a princess with her hair edged with a lace aureole of sunlight. I lift her down and clasp her in my arms.

  “Dallyce is watching,” she hisses.

  “I don't give a shit who sees us,” I grit out.

  And it’s true. I’d like everyone to know that I’m planning on asking Violet to be my date. That there’s something more than lust-fueled attraction between us although that’s still the thought uppermost in my head.

  “I’ll pick you up at eight for the barbecue tonight,” I inform her.

  She looks like she’s about to demur then suddenly changes her mind with a smile.

  “How gentlemanly,” she says. “You’ll walk three doors down the hall to get me.”

  “Three doors?” I bark out at her. “You already figured out which room was mine?”

  She dis
entangles from my grasp with a smug grin and starts to walk away from me, toward Dallyce, waiting to take her off to the therapy dungeon most like. Anything to get Violet away from me it seems.

  “I had to know which door to avoid,” she calls back over her shoulder, checking to make sure I’m watching the pronounced sway of her hips as she walks. Which I most definitely am.

  “Uh huh,” I nod, not buying it for one second.

  I give her two nights max until she appears accidentally in my room in the middle of the night, losing her way or some shit. Too bad I won’t be here two nights from now. “If I’d known you were that close all along, I wouldn’t have had to go to all this effort to hunt you down and get you alone.”

  “That’s okay. I’m sure it was good for you,” she calls back nonchalantly. “And I wouldn't want to make it too easy for you.”

  One glance back at me and a big satisfied smile as she waggles up the steps to the big house. I continue watching her, almost mesmerized by those curves as she disappears inside.

  “You definitely aren’t that, Baby,” I murmur to myself.

  17

  Violet

  I just can’t get the spanking out of my mind all through lunch. Modesty and Edie are already at the table with a pile of salads from the buffet on their plates. They look up and greet me warmly when I come in ahead of Dallyce. Not at all like the crazy girl here to be brought out by some last ditch alternative therapy paid for by the last of her dead parent’s insurance money. It seems almost disloyal using it like this, like blood money.

  But the women are so kind, like everyone else at Foxworth. I’m glad to see Chloe’s not here. Not because she’s not kind as well, but for some reason I feel awkward. That her fiancé, fake fiancé that is, just took down my shorts and underwear and spanked my bare ass. It’s crazy but I get the idea she’d be able to read the whole event printed across my traitorous body.

  “You okay?” Modesty asks as I seat myself and wince from the pain on the right side.

  My ass cheek is still glowing hot from the spanking and that just makes it all the more vivid in my mind. My naked pussy parting with every slap of Diego's’ wide palm. Christ, it’s just the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, bar none.