The Wicked Horse Boxed Set (The Wicked Horse Series)

by Sawyer Bennett

  “Take it,” Maggie whispers before opening her mouth and sucking me down deep.

  I give a bark of relief, my hands holding her head steady, and I start to move my hips.

  Slowly at first, to gauge her level of flexibility, going a little deeper with each stroke. Maggie hums against me, her eyes looking up and telling me to go harder.

  Deeper.

  Faster.

  Her throat opens up, takes the head of my cock on one stroke, then takes another inch on the second. Maggie sets an easy routine, sucking in air through her nose in perfect synchronicity to my thrusts. I am fucking that beautiful face in perfect harmony with her body’s acceptance of my cock.

  Soft tongue grazing the underside.

  Tightness as I push into her throat.

  Her hand squeezing and twisting my shaft as I pull back.

  The complete acceptance of me into her while letting me dictate how this is being done.

  Best. Fucking. Blow Job. Of. My. Life.

  I move faster, my body giving all signs that it’s ready for release. My lower back muscles get tense, my balls tighten, and the blood in my veins races with every furious pump of my heart. I actually go a little dizzy with the need to come, and yet the desire to prolong this exquisite face fuck of beautiful, sweet Maggie wars within me.

  She hums again in appreciation, taking my cock deeper than ever, and puts her hands to my ass to pull me even deeper than that.

  “Christ,” I mutter as my hips pick up the pace, not wanting to choke her but also desperately needing to get to the finish line. It’s in sight, and I know I can do this.

  I look down at Maggie, find her eyes on me as I told her to put them, and I see encouragement and tender care in that gaze. It’s the only thing I see, and it gives me renewed desire to coat her mouth with my semen.

  “Going to come, Maggie,” I groan as I hold her head and pump in and out of her mouth.

  Her fingers flex into the muscles of my ass, and I feel the sting of her nails. My balls tighten further, aching with the need to give it all up to this woman who is starting to worm her way deeper into my life.

  Into my heart.

  I falter over that thought, actually causing a stumble in my measured strokes, and I go a little too deep. Maggie makes a slight gagging sound and I immediately pull back, grazing my thumbs over her cheeks in apology. I slow my thrusts a bit, making sure she’s able to breathe. Her eyes are warm as she stares at me… my veined cock pushing in and out past those swollen lips.

  But is that…?

  Begging I see in her eyes?

  Is she begging me to give it up to her?

  Confusion courses through me as I try to forget that she used to beg me to give it up to her. She really didn’t need to, knowing my body would ultimately betray me, but it always made me feel that it was my choice to give her what she wanted. With that came extreme humiliation after the last shudder left my body and I plummeted from the sexual high.

  I stumble again, pull almost all the way out of her mouth, and Maggie senses my turmoil. She takes the base of my cock again, squeezing it gently. She pulls her mouth free, licks her lips, and whispers, “Stay with me, Bridger. This is just me, and this is all about you.”

  I stare down at her, my cock aching with need. I could easily jack off my conclusion and bathe her face, or I could barrel past this fear and take mine and Maggie’s fates in my hands.

  She looks at me patiently, with no recrimination if I don’t choose her, and that makes my final decision. She’s giving me the control, and that makes all the difference to me.

  “Open back up,” I order her and she does so quickly, latching that gorgeous mouth back onto my dick.

  I set back up a quick pace, and she falls in with me, sucking and licking and letting that throat work tight magic on me. Maggie’s eyes shimmer with reassurance, and they never give up their hold on mine.

  We stare at each other while I pump into her mouth and I willingly give myself permission to orgasm while lodged deep inside of her. Pure passion erupts and I pull back slightly so the head of my cock sits against her tongue as I start to come. I don’t want it in her throat. I want her to taste it. I want her mouth awash with my semen, and I want the knowledge I’m giving it up freely with no fears holding back a single, precious drop of my lust.

  I spend myself in Maggie’s mouth, and it is utterly fucking divine.

  “Mags,” I groan as my entire body quakes with release and her hands come back to my ass where she lovingly presses against my muscles, indicating for me to give her more.

  I push further into her. She swallows down the head of my cock and the mouthful of cum.

  She swallows my fucking soul.

  Everything goes still around us and I focus in on her face, my dick still stuffed inside of her. Her eyes are aglow with respect for me. You did it, Bridger. And I loved every drop you gave me.

  I pull free from her warm hold, tingles still rippling through me, and haul her up from the floor. My mouth crashes on to her and I swipe my tongue inside, seeing if she left any part of me behind. I get a vague taste of my cum, and she swipes her tongue against mine as if she’s claiming every last bit of it back.

  I feel sated and energized all at once, knowing something monumental has just happened to me. I’ve spent years fighting against invisible chains that have held me back, learning to live an unrealized existence. But tonight… Maggie’s busted those chains and I eagerly wonder what else I can willingly give to her without destroying myself at the same time.

  Bending down, I lift Maggie into my arms and carry her to the bed. I lay her down and climb onto her, holding my weight so as not to crush her body.

  She puts a hand to my cheek. “That was beautiful.”

  “You’re beautiful,” I tell her honestly. I’ve never said that to a woman with such brutal truthfulness before.

  “I hope we can do that again,” she says with a shy smile, and I realize a travesty is occurring.

  Sweet, beautiful Maggie is left wanting.

  “I have something else I need to do first,” I tell her with a promising glint in my eyes.

  “What’s that?”

  I push down her body and spread her legs. My only answer is when I put my mouth on her pussy and dive in. Maggie moans and her hands go to my hair, and for the first time, I don’t seem to mind. Maybe I’m too sated by that amazing orgasm or I’m on a metaphorical victory lap since I just battled and persevered over some pretty fucked-up demons. Regardless, I let Maggie’s fingers grip into my hair and I let her push my face down into her sweetness, while I lick and suck her like a starved man.

  “M-o-o-m-m-m-m-m-y,” Belle cries from her room down the hall.

  Ordinarily, nothing would distract me once I was on a mission for some great sex, and I’ve fucked my way through all sorts of attention breakers. But the minute I hear Belle’s voice, I rear off Maggie and scramble off the bed. She does the same, deftly grabbing my t-shirt from the floor and throwing it on as she runs out the door. I manage to hop into my jeans and have them zipped and buttoned by the time I make it to Maggie and Belle’s room.

  I find Maggie on the bed with Belle cradled in her arms, her little face pushed into Maggie’s neck. The bedside lamp casts them in a warm glow, and my chest aches at seeing Mags comforting her daughter.

  She turns her head and gives me a smile. “Nightmare.”

  Part of me feels like I’m intruding, and yet part of me feels the need to offer assistance. Belle’s been in my house less than two days and I’ve already fallen for the little brat, my first real experience with a kid. She’s terribly funny for a two-year-old and smart as hell, and she could easily provide me ceaseless hours of entertainment. I never knew I could be so easily captivated by a kid.

  I push past any uneasiness and walk into the room, setting my ass on the edge of the bed near Maggie’s bare legs. Luckily, my t-shirt swallows her and she’s adequately covered. I place a palm on the mattress on the other side of h
er hip and lean in to look at Belle’s face.

  She stares at me with luminous eyes the same shade of green as her mom’s.

  “You okay, kiddo?” I ask as I touch the tip of my finger to her nose.

  She nods up and down at me, but she doesn’t give up the clinging hold she has on her mom.

  My gaze slides to Maggie, who peers at me over the top of Belle’s head. Her eyes hold a look of amused frustration for our interruption. I answer her by moving my hand and grazing my thumb down the side of her hip, letting her know it’s okay. I’ll make it up to her.

  “Need anything?” I ask her as I stand from the bed.

  She shakes her head at me before laying her cheek on top of Belle’s head and closing her eyes in blissful happiness that she can provide comfort to her daughter.

  “Okay,” I say, hating to leave Maggie’s side but also sensing this is a moment that she and Belle should have alone. “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, Bridger,” she says softly.

  I go back to my room and shed my jeans before crawling into the bed. The taste of Maggie is still on my lips and I’d give anything for her to come back in here after Belle falls asleep. I wait, wondering if she’ll want me to finish what I started, and then I wait some more. After about half an hour, I creep down the hallway, the soft glow of light spilling out from the room. When I turn the corner, I see Maggie on her back, sound asleep, with Belle curled into her side. My cock is sadly dejected even as my heart warms.

  Stepping into the room, I pull the covers over both of them before turning out the light and returning to my room. I go to sleep with the memories of me coming inside of Maggie’s mouth.

  Chapter 18

  Maggie

  Bridger pulls the Ford truck to a stop before a massive barn weathered gray from the elements. I see Woolf standing out front in a pair of well-fitting jeans, a plaid western shirt, and cowboy boots. He looks good, but not as good as Bridger who is in the same attire.

  When he came out of his room this morning, he was dressed like a true cowboy, even carrying a cream-colored Stetson in his hand. I’d never seen him dressed this way, as he tends to wear dark jeans with fitted t-shirts along with heavy, biker type boots. I was in the kitchen feeding Belle some cereal when he walked in and advised us he was taking us horseback riding.

  I didn’t argue because I was getting sick of this house and Belle who has far more energy than me was going stir crazy as well.

  I didn’t know Bridger had a truck as he kept it parked behind the work shed, but it totally fits him, way more than the flashy Corvette. He’d even had Belle’s car seat strapped in, which meant I had to sit beside him on the drive to the Double J. We took the same back road we’d taken the morning we’d left to get Belle. As the truck bumped and lurched over the gravel and dirt road, I tried not to get too hot and bothered by the way my leg pressed against Bridger’s.

  To say last night was a miracle realized is an understatement. Bridger totally gave into intimacy. The moment we shared when he came in my mouth was beautiful and wondrous. Granted, the evening didn’t end on a perfect note as Bridger was well on his way to giving me an orgasm when Belle woke up from a nightmare, but regardless… it was one of the best nights of my life.

  Bridger’s different today as well. He seems more open and laid back. He’s wearing a smile, and I wonder how much of that is to my credit or his own. I also wonder when we’ll be able to explore his new adventurous side again, and if he is willing to take it even further.

  After putting the truck in park and cutting the ignition, Bridger hops out and rounds to the passenger side to get Belle out of her car seat. I get out on the driver’s side and wave to Woolf as he walks toward us.

  When I turn back to the truck, my breath hitches as Bridger shuts the door and carries Belle perched on his hip. She’s chattering away at him in that new language she’s developed that’s filled with clearly annunciated words mixed with babble. He smiles at her and says, “Oh, really? I had no idea.”

  I put my hand over my mouth and suppress my laugh, as he clearly has no idea what she’s saying but is valiantly trying to carry on a conversation with her.

  We all come to a stop at the front of the truck. Woolf leans his face into Belle’s and says, “Hey pumpkin… what’s your name?”

  “Belle,” she says with a giggle.

  “Pretty name for a very pretty girl,” Woolf says, and that makes Belle go all shy. She tucks her face into Bridger’s neck to hide, and my breath hitches again when Bridger’s hand comes to the back of her head to hold her there.

  Woolf smiles at me. “Hey, Maggie.”

  “Hey, Woolf. Thanks for inviting us over.”

  “Sure thing,” he says as he turns and heads into the barn, but he speaks to Bridger over his shoulder. “I saddled Lucy for you.”

  “Perfect,” Bridger says, clearly at ease with the horse chosen. He told me on the way over here that he works on the range for Woolf sometimes, so he truly is a cowboy as well as a sex club owner.

  Again, complex man.

  Inside the barn, a dove-gray horse stands placidly outside of one of the stalls. The barn is long and has at least ten stalls on each side. Every one appears to hold a horse.

  Bridger walks up to Lucy, and Belle’s eyes go wide with wonder.

  “Ho-sie,” she says as she points to it.

  “That’s right,” Bridger tells her and sidles up closer to her head. “Her name’s Lucy, and you can pet her.”

  Bridger puts his hand on Lucy’s muzzle, encouraging Belle to do the same. She hesitantly reaches out and strokes the horse with a bright smile on her face.

  “Want to go for a ride?” Bridger asks Belle.

  For the first time, a moment of doubt courses through me. I mean… this isn’t a little pony but a full-size horse. And my daughter is only two and is oh so very small.

  “Bridger,” I say hesitantly. “Um… I’m not sure she should…”

  “She’s going to sit in my lap,” Bridger says, shooting me a glance and then looking back to Belle. “Want to ride with me?”

  Belle nods her head furiously, but I’m still uneasy. I reach a hand out to touch his arm, and he turns to me.

  “She’s only two,” I say with obvious worry. “And if she were to fall… I just… I don’t know if she should…”

  My words trail off, torn between wanting to give in to that look of delight on my daughter’s face and my need to protect her from danger.

  Bridger takes his free hand and puts it behind my neck. His fingers grasp me gently and his thumb strokes the back of my neck. “Maggie… I promise it’s safe. Lucy is the gentlest horse known to mankind, and I swear I won’t let her fall. I’ll only walk around the paddock and I won’t do anything crazy, I promise. She’ll be totally fine.”

  I chew at my lip, my gaze going back to the large horse and then back to Bridger, who waits for me to make a decision. I can tell he’ll abide my wishes, but I can also tell he really wants to get on that horse with my daughter.

  Ultimately, I decide to trust in Bridger, knowing he’s been our protector from the start, and he wouldn’t ever do anything to harm a hair on her head.

  “Okay,” I say with a tremulous voice.

  His eyes soften. He then shocks the hell out of me by leaning in to give me a soft kiss on my lips. I’m shocked he does this in front of Belle and I’m even more shocked he does this in front of Woolf. I just didn’t think Bridger was in to public displays of affection, because hello… man averse to intimacy.

  I gasp in surprise as his lips graze against mine and let out a sigh of sweet joy. When he pulls away, he turns to hand Belle to Woolf and then with one hand on the saddle horn, he hauls himself up into the saddle.

  And damn… no man should ever look that fucking sexy.

  Bridger shoots me a grin and it’s knowing. He can tell by the look on my face I’m lusting after him at this moment, and if he were so inclined to check, he’d find my panties wet. He then turn
s to Woolf, who hands Belle up to him. He actually sets her sideways on the inside of his thigh where he can wrap one large arm protectively around her. Then he takes the reins. With a soft cluck and tap of his booted heels to Lucy’s flanks, the horse starts plodding out of the barn. Woolf and I follow them, watching as Bridger directs the horse into a grassed paddock whose gate is already open.

  Woolf and I stand at the fence, resting our forearms on the top as we watch Bridger patiently walk the horse in a large circle while Belle laughs and giggles in unrestrained glee. By the second lap, the knot of anxiety in the middle of my chest starts to loosen and I actually start to enjoy watching them together.

  “I’ve never seen Bridger with a kid before,” Woolf says out of the blue. He doesn’t turn to look at me but keeps his eyes on the horse and its riders. “He’s damn good at it.”

  “Total natural,” I agree.

  “I’ve also never seen him kiss a woman before,” he observes.

  “Really?” I ask, turning my head to Woolf.

  “Well,” he says with a sly glance at me before turning back to look at Bridger. “I’ve seen him kiss a woman with the expectation of blowing a nut after, but never seen him kiss a woman just because he wanted the kiss and nothing else.”

  I don’t know what to say to that, but my heart flip-flops over the implications that the kiss I just got was apparently very special indeed. I watch Bridger slowly walking a horse around in circles to entertain my daughter, and I realize how lucky I was to get that kiss.

  “Maggie,” Woolf says softly and I turn to look at him. His face is somber, and something bottoms out in my stomach from that look. “Bridger has some seriously dark demons. His past is… well, it’s really bad. I never thought there would be a woman who would have the ability to push him past that, but I think that might be you.”

  “You do?” I whisper, wanting to believe him because it’s what I want.

  “I do,” he murmurs. “But it’s not going to be easy. You’ve clearly made some breakthroughs with him, but it’s going to get harder before it gets easier.”

  “What happened to him?” I ask, hoping a clearer understanding of the mystery of Bridger Payne will let me help him.