The Polo Prince (Foxworth Stud Ranch Book 4)

by Mia Madison

  His free hand is inching my skirt up my legs and I can feel how soaked I am already along with the solid bulge in his pants, pressing aggressively into my hip.

  “Not here,” I whimper, not letting him go or pushing away but pulling him even closer to me.

  Diego tears himself off me and drags me by the hand along the side of the massive ranch. It feels like it must be miles to our rooms and there will be people inside on the main floor. And I can't wait. The hunger has pushed against my skin lining so hard I feel like I’m going to blow if he doesn’t push his wide dick inside me right here, right now.

  Now.

  I yank back on the hand leading me.

  “Yes, here,” I say

  He doesn't need further encouragement.

  I go flying back into the wall again and this time it’s fast and it’s ravenous. My body is aching for it so much I have to tip my head back to lunge at the oxygen.

  He hikes my dress up with both hands and tears my underwear to one side. I’m sure I hear a rip, so that’s my only sexy pair destroyed but I don’t care. Because his hard fingers glide into my slick folds and I cry out breathlessly as currents of electricity fly up to my aching nipples. He must feel my urgent need because he alternates biting first one tip then the other as he pushes a finger deep inside me.

  “Jesus, you’re so tight Baby,” he grits out, corkscrewing a second finger into my pulsating pussy.

  I pray he doesn’t think that’s a bad thing. That I'm too inexperienced to warrant being his choice for tonight.

  Suddenly he pulls back and his eyes search out mine. His fingers remain buried inside me, all the way to the knuckle. The throbbing is unbearable.

  “Fuck, you aren't a virgin are you?” he rasps urgently, hoarse with lust.

  I shake my head no, unable to utter the word I'm panting so hard.

  “I fucking love how wet you get for me,” he groans as he shoves deeper into me and strums a thumb pad over my clit.

  I’m shivering so hard inside I know I’m going to come in about three seconds. I flail at his belt buckle and then struggle with the button. He reaches to flip it open and then allows me to delve inside the swollen fabric and retrieve my prize.

  Oh god it’s so huge. And hard. And hot. Scalding hot.

  I assume this is way bigger than normal, because otherwise Peter was an aberration with a tiny prick. I don't care how much it hurts I need it inside me right now and I tell Diego that.

  “Wow. Dominator,” he husks out, his voice filled with ravenous need.

  But he lifts the back of my thigh up to hook around his pelvis so I’m spread open for him.

  Momentarily I feel I should be embarrassed by spreading my wet pussy for his gaze but I don't care. I want this and I love how he gazes at my open clit with a hungry appreciation. He finds me beautiful.

  I aim his head into my opening and he circles around, just enough to make me moan with incipient insanity. And finally he shoves smoothly all the way inside. My resistance comes apart and so do I. My clit twitches as the pent up climax swirls up through my body and explodes. My pussy clenches and tugs at Diego's wide dick.

  It’s mere moments, with a few divine thrusts of his massive shaft into my destroyed pussy that he groans into my neck. Gripping my thigh hard he releases inside me, filling me with his hot seed until it comes streaming down my bare thighs.

  20

  Diego

  Being inside Violet is amazing and I get that strange pull from her body again. From inside her directly to my core. Where something deep inside has tugged at me. Wanting to reel her back in, not wanting her to go, every time she’s had to leave me. Now I can hardly stand to slide out from her tight hug around my shaft.

  And let me tell you that’s a fucking bizarre feeling because in general as soon as I come, I can’t get out and away fast enough. I don’t like this.

  Like I’m no longer in control of my body or mind. Everything in me leans hard toward Violet without my permission. This one woman does something to me that no one else has ever done in forty years of living.

  That can’t be normal.

  It would be magic. It could be addictive. If only I weren’t way out of my depth. Drowning.

  I right the clothing on both of us, her first then me, and then take her hand to lead her back to the party. It’s rapidly gaining in raucousness by the sounds of things.

  “I have to clean up,” she gets on tiptoes to shyly whisper in my ear even though no one’s anywhere nearby.

  I love how she does that. How she’s a little wild cat with her body then exposes a sweet demure side.

  “Of course,” I say. “I apologize.”

  “It’s okay.”

  I turn back to the house and once inside, lead her toward the main floor guest bathroom. I’m a dick for not thinking of taking care of that for her and having to be told. But like I said, but can’t explain to her, I’m not accustomed to sticking around for this part.

  When she goes to close the door, I don’t even want her out of my sight for that long. With a violently overwhelming urge, I push it back open on her. I step in and kick it closed behind me, making her eyes go wide with shock.

  “What is it baby girl?” I burr. “You don't want me to see your sweet pussy?”

  She mumbles something and I laugh, taking a terry cloth from the pile and dampening it with ice cold water. I spread her feet wide apart with my toe and turn her around to face her toward the mirror, her back lining my chest. I can tell she doesn't want to look at herself, but she’s mesmerized by me slowly dragging her dress up her legs. Then as she watches, I pull her ruined panties down to halfway and peel open her lips so the pink folds are revealed, glistening with our combined lust.

  She gasps as I apply the cold compress to her clit. Her nipples prod out through the thin fabric of her dress in the mirror. She laughs lightly then tips her head back on my shoulder with a moan as I slowly, seductively, wipe every drop of me from her pussy.

  “Next time I’ll do it with my tongue,” I gruff into the side of her stretched back neck.

  She writhes her back against my stiffening shaft. We’ll never get out of here but a loud cough makes us open our eyes and lock them in the mirror with guilty laughter.

  I toss the cloth in the laundry basket and lead her from the room. A bridesmaid is waiting outside the door, hopping from foot to foot urgently. But still she watches us pass with her puppet mouth hanging slack with surprise.

  “Damn, shes bound to tell everyone she saw us,” Violet hisses as we head back to the party.

  “I don't give a shit,” I tell her. And I think I might be starting to mean it.

  But for the rest of the night, Dallyce and Chloe have their eyes on my every move. I don’t dance with Violet like I want to, holding her tight into me, feeling her body lining my torso and the tilt of her lower back under my palm. We have to be almost Victorian in our relations and maybe that’s a good thing.

  When the party starts to unwind, rather than wind down, the bridesmaids start picking off the available guys and the entangled women hang tightly onto their men. I escort Violet to her room.

  I’m in a quandary about how I'm going to handle the sleeping deal when Chloe appears on the landing. She engages us in small talk that I know is designed to send us to our separate rooms and I gladly comply.

  “Goodnight,” Violet says, with a twinge of regret.

  I could sleep the night with her. Part of me even wants to. The rational side thinks it wouldn't be right. Okay if I'm honest that part is freaking out. What is she going to want from me now? What will be expected at the breakfast table?

  I have no experience in this.

  I wake up in the night with a massive hard erection tenting the sheet. I reach out to pull Violet into my arms and realize she isn’t there.

  Of course she isn’t. Why would she be?

  And more to the point, why do I yearn for her to be here with me? It’s completely ridiculous. I’m sure it’s just so
me taboo thing about this being vaguely forbidden. What with her being some kind of patient here that makes her off limits, judging by the way everyone’s creeping around with eyes on us.

  I lie there in the dark, staring at the black ceiling as I stroke my granite pole. And then it hits me and I leap out of bed. I head directly for the door, then recall my nudity and dash for a towel that I strap around my pelvis and head to Flavio’s room next door.

  “Get up asshole,” I say, walking in without knocking.

  The girl with the big tits is sprawled across my groom, her naked body mine to feast my eyes on. I actually look away and turn so uninterested am I. “You forgot the time difference between here and Florida. And that the Don needs to be shipped and recover from that before the match.”

  “Fuck sorry Boss,”Flavio leaps out of bed and finds his jeans, tugging them on in the half light.

  The naked girl writhes around with a sleepy moan of complaint. Well fuck them both, why should they get to enjoy each other all night when I’m consigned to the empty bed?

  “Just get ready and get Nacho. We have to leave right now.”

  Flavio goes through a communicating door to yank the other groom out of bed.

  “What about the wedding?” I hear a pair of whines from the women he’s bagged.

  “Sorry girls,” he grins as he comes into Flavio’s room.

  After tossing a few things into bags, we’re out the door and I’ve never felt more relieved in my life. Obviously I can’t take Don now but it’s okay. I keep horses at my place in Palm Beach and I’ll just have to get one exercised and ready for tomorrow.

  That tug from inside me streams back toward the ranch as we drive away. My head tells me it’s the best thing to be leaving Violet for now. To avoid that whole wedding situation that could get sticky and to give me some time to figure this out. But my body betrays me and says I’m an asshole for pulling this kind of middle-of-the-night disappearing act. Not only an asshole but a coward.

  What will she think of me when she realizes I’m gone?

  Well I know I can make it up to her when I get back. I’ll surely be able to charm around when I explain that the championship had to be played, my team needed me. I have a slight twang that I don't have her number to even send a text. And I can hardly ask Chloe for it or ask her to give her client a message from me.

  She’ll just have to wait for me until I get back.

  And I know she will.

  21

  Violet

  I must admit to wishing that Diego had dragged me to his room to spend the night and refused to take no for an answer. Not that I’d have protested too hard. I haven't slept with a man since Peter, the one and only and that was no better than the sex. In movies you see a couple all entwined arms and legs, his one arm protectively around her as she uses his solid chest for a pillow.

  I really want that. I want it with Diego at least, like I’ve never wanted it before. But Chloe is a formidable mistress of the house. Diego wishes me a goodnight, with a kiss on the cheek, his stubble scratching mouth still swollen from the ferociousness of his kisses.

  He squeezes the tips of my fingers conspiratorially and I laugh lightly, feeling like we’re naughty children being watched by a parent.

  I sleep like a baby, comfortably numb from the pounding Diego gave me up against the ranch house wall. Although I’m sore as fuck, I’m already clamoring for more of him.

  I come down to breakfast with my heart violin-bowing in my chest every time I think of him.

  “I’m sorry about last night,” Chloe says as soon as I come in. “I felt so bad standing over you like a Mother Superior in a bad nunnery. But Diego’s a dog and I was just worried he might try to seduce you.”

  You were about an hour too late, I think to myself, snuggling my secret into my chest like a soft toy.

  “What a way to talk about your fiance,” Edie says and the other two women laugh along with Chloe.

  “Oh Edie,” she says, “you missed the convo I had with these two. That was all a big game we played to throw off our daddy’s match-making. I’d never marry a player like Diego. Trust me on that.”

  “Well, he’s gone now so we can all relax,” Dallyce says.

  “Gone where?” I blurt. My heart lurches against my ribs.

  “To his charity match on the coast, then another in London where he’s always hanging with his bestie. Didn’t he tell you he was going?”

  “No,” I say trying to sound nonchalant and failing disastrously.

  My heart has stopped doing the macarena and now sinks like a deflated chest pump into the pit of my tummy.

  “See that’s exactly like him, mysterious disappearing acts,” Chloe says. “Oh well it was fun while it lasted, some masculine attention.”

  “Was it, Violet?” Modesty asks, eyeing me warily like she can read my turmoil. Is that how it is having a friend? They feel your pain as well as your joy? “Was it fun for you?” she repeats.

  I nod hard and the women get back to discussing their day. But Modesty’s gaze doesn’t leave me for long and her eyes snap back to scour my emotions like radar.

  I finish up with breakfast quickly, Suddenly I can’t swallow down one bite of food. The world has suddenly taken a giant leap back from me, like I’m pushing it away again, or trying to escape. I get up to go to my daily task, focused solely on grooming and getting to know Freesia. Modesty had said she was working on the wedding today but she quickly begs Dallyce to swap with her for an hour. I hear Dallyce asking why as I leave the room in a kind of daze.

  The pain is like nails driving into me. I can’t liken it to my parents and sister all being killed at the same time but on top of that open wound, this makes everything feel so much more terrible. I get now why the women were trying to keep me separate. Pain on pain is hard to hold up for.

  Modesty comes running down the hallway to catch up to me.

  “Violet, are you sure you’re alright? You looked so happy last night dancing with Diego and now you seem... upset. Did anything happen?”

  “I guess this is what it feels like to be played,” I can’t hold back from telling her.

  I’ve never done the complaining about being dumped thing, never having had either a girlfriend to complain to or having been dumped. This is virgin territory and it sucks. Aside from the friend part. Modesty diverts me from our path to the stables and pulls me toward the huge kitchen where she seats me at the big island while the cooks rush around making wedding food.

  “Is this how it goes?” I moan. “The man adores your body like you’re the only perfect girl in the world and once you give in to him, he vanishes? What a fucking cliché I am.”

  “Oh crap Violet, did you? You didn’t?” Modesty stops piling up ice cream in a dish and stares at me open-mouthed.

  I nod.

  “I did.”

  “Shit, when? Sorry, you don't have to tell me that.”

  “Yesterday morning out on the range. He spanked me just before the big head guy came to rescue me.”

  “Ohmigod Violet, he spanked you/” She squeaks. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be. You were right it’s the most deliciously freeing thing ever. I loved it so much I came back for more last night during the cookout and that was even more amazing, don’t you see how bow-legged I am today?” I say, laughing wistfully.

  “I can’t believe it, I mean I don’t know what to say. It sounds really hot but I can see it’s upset you so that sucks.”

  “You don't have to say anything. I’m just glad to be able to share it with someone.”

  “You can always talk to me. I guess this isn't very professional but I feel like you’re a friend, not a client.”

  “I like that more,” I tell her, picking up a spoon and filling it with a huge scoop of ice cream. “And yeah, it was hot.”

  “Wait I have to tip the coffee over top, then at least we can pretend it’s like breakfast.”

  “Too late now,” I say. “And this is my
first break up so I get to eat ice cream for breakfast guilt free. Hey that’s my first not guilty moment.”

  “You’re going to be okay Babe. This will hurt a while and then you’ll let it go and be ready to revenge date.”

  “You know what. I don't regret it. I’d do it again because it was wild and amazing. That’s why I’m miserable it ended so abruptly.”

  “Yeah, men can be dicks at times.”

  “Are all the good ones taken?”

  “No way – you come on one when you least expect it. The one’s you think are bad can turn for the good too.”

  “Rafe adores you, My god he can’t take his eyes or his hands off you for a second when he’s with you.”

  My heart sinks again because I can’t imagine how that will ever happen to me. I’m twenty six years old, in a couple of years I’ll be thirty and no guy wants a woman that old. I’ve wasted so many of the best years of my life in grief trauma. The fun years, the time to gather experience and learn how people function.

  “I feel like I’m emerging from a coma,” I tell Modesty, sucking on my spoon while cooks run back and forth around us.

  “More like emerging from a cocoon to be a beautiful butterfly,” Modesty tells me.

  “You always know what to say.”

  “Not really but you don’t have to be a professional therapist to be able to feel someone’s emotions.”

  “That’s what Diego said, something similar. He knew exactly what I was feeling.”

  Talking about him brings his gorgeous chiseled rough face and incredible physique crashing right back into every cell of my body.

  “I don't think Diego is as wolfish as everyone makes out,” Modesty says. “He’s got his own feelings too, even if he is a jerk with them.”

  I don’t know what I think. I finish up the rest of the ice cream and head out to the stables. I focus on Freesia and on making her feel good with the most careful brushing I've ever given her. She seems to appreciate it. Even though I’m a wreck, up one second plunging down into a pit the next, it feels good to be doing something for someone else instead of wallowing in my latest misery.