Confined with the CEO and the Bodyguard

by Jordana Pearce

  “I’ve never been on a horse before,” Sadie says. She switches to my other side. As we’ve talked, my discomfort fades.

  Then, my arm brushes her breast and a tingle of desire surges through me. It lands in my groin and...uh-oh.

  There’s a soft buzzing sound. “Thank you for your time today, Mr. Wilson.”

  “Dakota,” I insist.

  “Sorry,” Sadie says, flashing me a half-grin. Her eyes glitter like jewels from beneath strings of black hair. She’s trimmed it, unevenly, so that it falls over her forehead and then dangles over her shoulder in a sleek, straight line.

  My gaze drops to her breasts. My stomach feels as if I’ve been dropped over a cliff. I haul my eyes back up to where they belong and ask, “Would you like to try it?”

  An uncertain smile ghosts over her lips. “Riding a horse? I would, actually.”

  “Tomorrow morning? Maybe around ten?”

  “Great.” This earns me a full smile. “It’s a deal. I’ll let you take your shower now.”

  She moves past me and is gone.

  The next morning, my heart is hammering with anticipation when Sadie’s shadow grows long in the entrance to the barn. She’s wearing jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt.

  “Hi,” I call out. My voice comes out like a seagull’s squawk. I feel like I did when I had a crush on Courtney Brooks back in middle school—and sound like it, too. I signal the horse I’m lunging to stop. “Whoa, Cookie.”

  “He’s pretty.”

  Sadie is at my side. I sense her more than see her. “Cookie’s a she,” I inform Sadie as I detach the lunge line and adjust the saddle. “She’s a gentle girl, and will be perfect for your first ride.”

  I direct her to the boots and helmet I’ve set out for her. I will admit that I did take the opportunity to check out her ass as she bends over to put them on. It’s tight and cute and hugged perfectly by the cheap denim. My midsection coils into a slippery knot.

  Once she’s on the horse, time flies quickly. There’s nothing like seeing a person who’s never been on one before. It gets me every time. Once the ranch is profitable—if it’s ever profitable—I have plans to work with disadvantaged youth. I remember the first time I got on a pony as clear as day. The initial sense of power. And the moment the animal moved, the realization that it could throw me off and stomp on me. Learning to work with the gentle animal gave me confidence and patience that’s helped me all my life. I want to put that back into the world.

  Working with horses always puts me into a focused and present headspace. The hour flies by. I wonder if this is how it feels for Sadie when she’s doing bodywork. I’m probably grasping at any possible way to make a connection. As I hold Cookie’s bridle for her to dismount, I wonder, what is it about this woman that draws me?

  From the moment I set eyes on her, I wanted her. The two weeks of physical separation only heightened my need to touch her. Kiss her.

  Oh, man. I am in so far over my head.

  “Kick your feet out of the stirrups,” I instruct as though being near Sadie hasn’t fried my brain. “Now, bring your leg over the horse and slide down.

  Sadie tries. Her long legs are slim. She winces and sits back down. Cookie blows out a tolerant sigh. “Ow. I didn’t realize it would make me sore like this.”

  On her second attempt, Sadie makes it. But she doesn’t stick the landing. Instead, she crumples and would have fallen if I hadn’t dropped Cookie’s reins to scoop her up.

  My heart hammers against my ribs. Sadie’s heavier than I expected, pure bone and muscle. But when her wiry arms wrap around my neck, there is no mistaking the sweet press of her breasts against my chest.

  Oh, I am so fucked. I want her so badly.

  “Dakota,” she says in a husky voice. “Thank you for the lesson. And for rescuing me.”

  I’m confused by what she means. We hold on to one another for a little too long. Then, my Horse 101 training kicks in and I abruptly let go of her. Disappointment flashes over her face as Sadie turns away to remove her helmet. I retrieve Cookie’s reins.

  “You didn’t need rescuing,” I tell her. She must have meant how I kept her from falling when her knees gave out. “Riding uses different muscles. I should have warned you. Eventually, you get used to it.”

  I do not miss the way she glances at my thighs. Heat rushes through me. The imprint of her body against mine is burned into my skin.

  “Would you like to come and help me put Cookie away?” I ask.

  “Sure. I’ve never been in a barn before,” Sadie says. She glances around curiously.

  Long-suffering, patient Cookie plods behind us. Sadie and I walk the aisle, our bodies inches apart. Tension crackles in the air between us like static electricity ready to zap the first person who makes contact. My fingers are unsteady as I remove Cookie’s tack and hang it on the post outside her stall. Sadie is looking at the dappled gray gelding in the stall across the aisle.

  “What’s this one’s name?”

  “Diablo.”

  She laughs. “Why did you name him ‘devil’?”

  I close Cookie’s stall door and lean against the jamb. “Because he’s a pain in the ass. His first owners thought to breed him, but changed their minds. Most horses are gelded before they exhibit problem behaviors. Diablo lost his nuts a little too late. Still thinks he’s a stallion, don’t you, boy?”

  Diablo is my horse. I rub his nose. It’s velvety soft. He seeks my hand, knowing I often give him a treat. When he doesn’t find one, he jerks his head away.

  The tension between us is thick. Sadie stands close to me. I’m not sure which of us moves first, but my hand brushes the indentation of her waist and her palm rests lightly on my bicep. Our eyes meet. Her pupils are black and dilated, her lips softly parted. Her breath is warm on my cheek.

  “Sadie,” I say in a low, hoarse voice. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for weeks.”

  Her response is to kiss me.

  Our lips meet, eager and seeking, exploring the precise contours of each other. With a husky gasp, she presses against me. Her breasts pillow and press against my chest. She feels like silk and steel. Her hips are hard planes but the flat expanse of her stomach is pliant beneath my touch. I want to strip her naked and explore every inch of her exquisite body.

  I pull back. Sadie shudders, her shoulders twitching with tremors. “Come inside and see the house.”

  There’s no way I’m going to fuck her in a barn. Not for the first time, anyway, and it’s clear that’s where things are headed. We need a bed, now.

  She nods once, her sharp chin bobbing decisively. “Show me.”

  In the two weeks and two days—not that anyone’s counting—since Sadie’s arrival, neither Beau nor I have taken the time to show her around the ranch. I lead her up the hill, with my arm draped over her slim shoulders, adjusting my stride to match hers. We move in lust-hazed unison. My stomach is a cage full of agitated butterflies.

  We kick off our boots at the entrance and wash our hands in the outdoor spigot.

  “Welcome to the Big House,” I say. Our footfalls are soft on the polished brick herringbone floors.

  “The vigas are beautiful,” she says, scanning the barrel ceilings overhead. Before I moved here, I didn’t know the wood beam design was a part of traditional adobe architecture. I just liked the way they looked. But she would know, if she grew up here.

  How is it possible to fall in love with a woman you’ve barely talked to? It was instant. Yet I can’t keep her for myself. Beau and I already have an agreement.

  I don’t like to think about what Sadie would think if she knew.

  “I first learned what they were when I came here,” I tell her. I should have said when I bought the ranch. There’s no real reason why I don’t. It’s habitual, that’s all.

  “From Chicago?” she asks.

  “Yeah.” I’m not sure how she knew this about me. Beau must have told her.

  “I’ve never been. Spent most of my life her
e in New Mexico,” she says. “Dakota, can I be honest?”

  “Please.” I pretend to bow, which I quickly regret due to the bulge in my jeans. I want them off my body. Fortunately, my green-eyed guest has the same idea. She stalks toward me, barefoot. I notice that her toes are long and carefully painted hot pink.

  “I’m not here to see the architecture.” Her voice is husky, but there is nothing teasing about it. She is perfectly straightforward. Her hand lands on my belt buckle. A shudder wracks my body. Yes. “Where is the bedroom, Dakota?”

  My cock siphons all remaining blood from my brain. I take her hand in mine, treasuring the delicate press of her warm palm. The drugged feeling is back.

  We don’t make it to the rear quarters of the house where my bedroom is. Instead, I lead us to the nearest flat surface: the unused guest suite with a king-size bed. Sadie giggles and turns around, walking backward as she strips her T-shirt off in one smooth motion. She tosses her head and throws the cotton aside with a knowing grin.

  I groan at the sight of her tits in a sheer bralette. She backs up until her legs hit the edge of the bed and she collapses onto it. I cover her with my body. Her hands are pushing up my shirt, warm on my skin. “Mm, Sadie, you’re delicious.”

  I tuck my finger into the edge of her bra and pop out her nipple. It’s pale pink like spring rose petals. It tastes like sweet woman. She undulates upward, and sighs.

  “Dakota, I want you to fuck me,” she growls in my ear. Her hips grind upward against my caged cock. Damn. She’s so hot for me. It’s impossible to think. I want her too, and I can have her.

  “Slow down, sugar,” I murmur in her ear. “We’ve got time to do this right.”

  She wiggles beneath me and half-groans, half-sighs with frustration. I grin and nibble her puckered bead. Sadie hisses.

  “I’ve had two weeks to daydream about riding you, Dakota,” she mutters. “I’ve never been so frustrated in my life.”

  She tries to wedge her hand between our bodies and yank my belt buckle free. I’m enjoying the friction of denim on denim. The fabric confines us, keeps us from finishing too soon. I’m not ready to dive in, so to speak. I want to savor her. Instead of rushing, I expose both of her nipples to the air and palm one while sucking the other. Sadie moans. Her hands work the hem of my shirt halfway up my back before I give in and let her strip it over my head. Hot skin against skin. It’s been ages since I felt anything this good.

  We are kissing with slow, heated, wet fervor. Open-mouthed. I taste her neck. She is earthy and clean. When I can bear it no more, I roll onto the bedspread beside her and work the fastening on my pants open. Sadie’s hand invades, seeking my hot cock. She sighs and strokes my hard length before freeing it reverently.

  “Mm, this looks incredible, Dakota. May I taste?”

  “Please,” I choke out. Now that we’re close to fucking, time cannot pass soon enough. But now it is Sadie’s turn to tease me. She scoots off the edge of the bed and stands up. With her lower lip caught between her teeth and a knowing gleam in her eye, she works the bralette up over her head and tosses it away. The flat plane of her stomach undulates as she unfastens the button on her jeans and works them down. A triangle of fabric covers the strip of hair on her mons. It’s tiny, and the scrap is semi-transparent with her juices. The sight jolts through me.

  “Fuck, me,” I moan.

  “In a minute,” Sadie grins. She kneels between my legs and captures my cock. Her hands work the shaft while her mouth closes over the purple swelling head. Every few seconds, her green gaze catches mine. Sparks. Oh, fuck, yeah. It’s better than I could ever have imagined. My fingers dig into her hair encouragingly. Half-formed words come out of my mouth in pants.

  “Oh, Sadie. Like that. Harder, baby. Yeah.”

  I’m close to release. I can last a long time under the right circumstances, but I’ve been anticipating this moment for so long. Now that it’s here I want it to happen more than anything.

  Sadie eases off. She grins and straddles my hips. I catch her by the waist and trace the edge of her obscenely tiny thong with my fingertip. She’s soaked through. I can see the outline of her lips. I gently circle the apex where her clit is. Sadie’s hips lock. Her eyes close. Her head falls back, and black hair waterfalls down her pale back. She comes in a little pulse that I can feel with my finger.

  I tug the material aside and get a good look at her pink, lust-swelled sex. “Nice.”

  “Are you ready, Dakota?” she asks.

  “Any time you are.”

  She takes my cock and slides it along her slit. Inch by glorious inch she takes me inside, deeper, further, until she is seated hard against my pelvis. Sadie looks down at me with a knowing smile. “I’m ready to ride.”

  I start slow. I rotate my hips, feeling the tight squeeze of her around me. She enjoys being on top, though I’m already thinking about other positions. I’d like to see her ass in the air as I fuck her from behind. I want to push her legs as far wide as they’ll go and pound her until she comes so hard she sees stars.

  But for now, I’m still getting the sense of what she likes. She playing with me, rotating her hips and shuddering with half-closed eyes. I roll her nipple between my fingers. Sadie bucks. I do it again. She moans.

  “Like that?” I ask.

  “Love it.” She grinds down hard over my cock. I’ve never felt anything as hot’s and wet and tight as her pussy. Instinctively—my brain sure as fuck isn’t working right now—I press her clit again. Sadie goes wild. She’s taking every inch of me, seeking more, and loving the ride. I’m only a step behind her. My palms grasp her hips and hold her as I spurt inside her.

  And that’s when I hear Beau’s very unwelcome drawl...

  “Well, what do we have here?”

  6

  Beau

  This is a new development—one I’m not too pleased with being left out of.

  I mean, hey, it’s Sadie’s choice who she fucks. I just thought...well, I was pretty sure I was getting some vibes from her earlier, and I’m disappointed to think I misread the situation.

  “Beau,” Sadie says nervously. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and eases off Dakota’s cock. I feel as though I’m her dad catching her with her boyfriend—which is patently not the case, or my erection would be grossly inappropriate. But I’m not. I’m just the old guy feeling left out of this love triangle.

  From the nervous way she’s acting, Sadie seems to like feeling caught out.

  Dakota exhales sharply. “Jeez, Beau, your timing sucks.”

  I’ve startled him. Dakota’s gaze skims over Sadie’s naked body before he collapses back onto the bed. “Sorry. I’ll, uh, head out until you two are finished.”

  “Wait.” Sadie’s sharp command halts me mid-turn. Her tits are perfect, perky teardrops topped with the palest nipples I’ve ever seen. Their delicacy is at odds with her otherwise tough exterior. It seems like an indication that her insides are softer than I might otherwise guess. “Beau...” Sadie glances at Dakota, hesitating. “What if you...would you like to join us?”

  Hell yes. My dick leaps to attention at her invitation.

  Dakota waves me over. It’s a good thing we’ve already discussed this potential situation, not that Sadie needs to know about our presumption. My friend doesn’t sit up. He just raises his head off the bedspread high enough to catch my eye and indicate his approval, the lazy bum.

  “Is she too much for you?” I grin at my friend. That gets under Dakota’s skin. He’s young—sometimes I forget he’s not out of his twenties yet—and there’s no way he’s going to admit he can’t keep up with a guy who is eight years his senior. My friend is so easygoing that it’s easy to forget how much pride and ambition he has until I poke a sore spot, whether by accident or on purpose.

  This time, it’s on purpose. I’m only half-aware of my movements as I flick the buttons on my plaid shirt open, shrug my arms out of the sleeves and deposit it on the floor. My feet are bare and make no soun
d on the polished brick floors. When I reach the foot of the bed, Sadie flicks me an unreadable glance before lowering her attention to my waistline. Her hands work the belt buckle of my pants open.

  My semi-erect cock bobs free. Sadie sucks me into her mouth with a faint moan. I work my fingers into the slippery strands of her hair. My balls tighten against my body, heavy with need.

  “Nice,” Dakota says. He’s rolled over onto his side, head propped up on his hand, watching. Wet sounds fill the air. She’s working my cock like a pro: flicking her tongue over my head, squeezing my shaft with each rhythmic pump. Sadie is bent on driving me to climax. I need to do something to gain control before she pushes me over the edge.

  I make a fist in her hair and pull. She freezes. Her mouth is an O around my tip, eyes wide with surprise.

  “Take me all the way,” I command. My grip never relaxes. I flex my hips forward—as far as they’ll go with my back still wrenched—and face-fuck her. Sadie chokes, pops off, and swallows hard. I release her. She sits back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “Beau, lay off. She can’t take it.” Dakota says. I side-eye him. I have a pretty good idea of what Sadie needs from me. As if in confirmation, she glares at him. I can practically see her hackles rise. Defiantly, she puts her hands on my hips and pulls me back to the edge of the bed. My shins scrape the frame. She moves onto her knees and gets a better angle.

  “Watch me.”

  “Ready?” I ask. She pumps me once and nods tersely. Sadie has something to prove, whether to me, or to Dakota, or to herself, I can’t tell. I wind my fist in her hair again and aim her face at my hard length. She opens, and this time there’s no hesitation. I slide deep into her throat, then out a few inches, and even further. Oh, fuck, it’s so good.

  Her lips touch the root of my cock. My dark pubic hair tickles her nose. The need to let loose creeps over me, relentless.

  At the last second, I pull away. Sadie falls back onto the bedspread, wearing nothing but a triumphant expression. I grab my cock and paint her face and body with creamy streaks of cum. Sadie giggles, dips a finger in one thick stripe and tastes it. Dakota, interested, moves behind her.