Take It Easy

by Scarlett Brooks

  “There’s a hundred more acres!?” I asked.

  Logan chuckled as he helped me down the hill. “There is, yes. I want to buy it just to protect it, though. There are three natural rivers, one natural waterfall, and a lot of hunting ground on this property. I don’t want to see it destroyed. Especially since it makes for wonderful riding trails for the horses I eventually want to take on. I’m putting in a bid for it Monday.”

  “You mean your horse rehabilitation project?”

  Logan stopped walking and looked over at me. “I see someone’s been asking around about me.”

  My cheeks flushed. “I just meant--I’m uh-- Lauren maybe mentioned...”

  His hand patted my arm. “It’s okay, Gwen. I promise.”

  “I just don’t want to make you think--.” I was worried that he thought I was only interested because of his money. Which wasn’t the case at all.

  “I don’t think anything other than the fact that a beautiful woman was curious about me. I should take it as a compliment that my passion to rehabilitate neglected horses is what stuck.”

  I smiled up at him as he led me to the barn. And it was a beautiful barn. It was painted a rich red with stark white support beams. And the inside of it was fully-stocked with anything and everything a horse could ever want. Saddles of all shapes and sizes hung on the walls. There was a massive walk-in closet full of tack and other supplies most people didn’t even think to get their horses. Fleece blankets and tendon boots. Saddle pads and leg wraps. Brushes and shampoos, all neatly lined in organizers along the walls of the closet.

  There was even a barrel full of bagged horse treats that hadn’t been opened yet.

  My jaw fell open as I walked down the concrete expanse of the walkway that separated one side of the barn from the other. The lofted section had a sturdy wooden staircase that led to all of the fresh hay for the stalls, and each side of the barn boasted of seven very roomy stalls for horses.

  Though only two were occupied.

  “Trigger!” I exclaimed.

  I jogged up to his stall and watched him put his face over the edge. He nuzzled me as I laughed, my arms wrapping around him. I kissed his face and slid my hand down his neck, smiling as I gazed into his eyes.

  “How are you feeling, boy? Hmm?” I asked.

  “He’s feeling great, now that he’s seen his vet,” Logan said as he walked up behind me.

  “Well, I hope the vet treated him well. Huh? Did you get treated well, good boy?”

  “Our vet treated him perfectly.”

  I peeked over my shoulder at Logan just before another horse put its head over the stall. In the stall right beside Trigger’s was a beautiful palomino horse. The horse boasted of a white coat with brown dots all over it, and a beautiful white mane and tail that took my breath away. I kissed Trigger before I went over to it, sliding my hand slowly down its face.

  “Well hello there, beautiful,” I said.

  “This is the newest addition to my family. Gwen, meet Bubblegum,” Logan said.

  “Bubblegum. Well, hello there, Bubblegum. It’s nice to meet you.”

  She bucked her head until my hand was at her nose, then she puffed air into it. I giggled at the feel of it and she shook her head. As if she was laughing with me. I had to admit, his horses did have personalities of their own. And Bubblegum was a wild one, I could tell.

  “Can I ride her?” I asked.

  “That’s the plan. Let me go get their gear, and we’ll get set up,” Logan said.

  Thirty minutes later, the two of us were riding out of the barn on the backs of our horses. We slipped out the back and trotted over to the beginning of the trail, then we let the horses have at it. If they wanted to gallop, we hung on. If they wanted to walk, we sat beside one another and talked. The trail was beautiful, and the sounds of nature had me mesmerized. The thickness of the foliage around us. The way the tops of the trees let in streams of light that made the expanse around us seem magical. At one point in time, we came across one of the three natural rivers Logan had talked about, so we let the horses stop to drink.

  But when the trail came to an end, there was a beautiful gazebo sitting next to a massive lake.

  “Oh my gosh,” I whispered.

  It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. The evening sun hung right at five o’clock, casting a warm hue over the mirrored lake. The gazebo had a stone base with a beautiful wooden top, and the natural field around us had wildflowers blowing in the soft summer breeze. Whites and pinks and blues wafted around, waving at us as the horses made their way to the lake’s edge.

  “Don’t worry. We don’t have to tie them up. They’ll stay here and wait for us,” Logan said.

  I took his hand and he helped me down, but I still couldn’t take my eyes off the world around us. It was as if I had stepped into something out of a fairy tale. He threaded our fingers together and led me to the gazebo, where there was a spread of food that pulled my attention away from the views around us. There was an inset into the stone base that had a ledge filled with pillows, and it beckoned to me as the food sat around the outer rim of the pit. Logan helped me in, then I braced myself for his step down. And once we sat, he picked up a grape and held it out for me.

  “Hungry?” he asked.

  I plucked the grape from his fingertips and ate it with a smile on my face. I picked up a cracker with a slice of cheese on it and held it up to him, and he ate it with a grin that boasted of more to come. The food was divine. Chicken salad with cheese crackers and a fruit salad as well. Vegetables with ranch dressing to dip it all in and BLT sandwiches on toasted buns. There was a gallon of sweet tea for us to gorge ourselves on and two buckets of feed strapped to the gazebo outside for both Trigger and Bubbegum after they were done at the lake.

  “This place is breathtaking, Logan,” I said.

  “The view doesn’t compare to what I have in front of me, Gwen.”

  I giggled and shook my head as I popped another grape into my mouth. The two of us ate silently, taking in the moment as our bodies scooted closer to one another. The more we fed each other, the more our bodies gravitated around the bench. And soon, I was between his legs, leaning against his chest as he fed me my dinner.

  “Let me know when you get full,” Logan said.

  “I could ask you the same thing,” I said.

  “But don’t get too full, because I have one last surprise after this.”

  I reached up and felt him take another bite of his sandwich from my hand. “There’s more?”

  The dance his eyes did should have clued me in, but it didn’t. We finished our food while talking aimlessly with one another, then we cleaned up and made sure Trigger and Bubblegum ate before we headed back. I slung my leg over Logan’s beautiful horse and we took off across the field, galloping through the flowers as the wind blew through my hair. We hit the trail and the horses took the reins. I latched onto Bubblegum’s mane and let her have control. They both guided us down the trail, like they each had it memorized, and they didn’t stop until we got to the back of the barn.

  “All right, let’s get you two some treats and ready for bed. Huh?” Logan asked.

  I didn’t understand how the night could get anymore perfect. But as the two of us wound down the horses together, I figured it could. We unloaded our saddles and brushed them down together. I heard Logan talking with Trigger while I talked with Bubblegum. We cleaned their hooves and got them water. Side by side, like they were

  horses.

  Not just his.

  “Ready for the last leg of today?” Logan asked.

  He offered me his arm and I gladly took it.

  “Lead the way, handsome,” I said, grinning.

  And for once, I watched Logan flush at my words.

  14

  Logan

  “But I don’t have a bathing suit,” Gwen said.

  “I figured as much, which is why I have one of my undershirts and a pair of boxer briefs I don’t mind retiring after
tonight. I can go get them for you and you can change in one of the downstairs bathrooms,” I said.

  “In one of them?”

  I grinned. “Or anywhere else you’d like.”

  I led Gwen up from the barn and back to the porch where my hot tub was. It sat off to the side, unobtrusive to the porch and the sitting area on it but close enough for people who sat in the tub to interact with those on the porch furniture. Gwen’s eyes darted between myself, the tub, and the house. As if she was debating on whether or not it was a good idea.

  “Or we can go inside and put on a movie if this makes you uncomfortable,” I said.

  “No, no. It doesn’t. It’s just that--.”

  “Gwen, what is it?” I was worried I’d pushed too far. I had fallen for her, big time, and I wanted to show her how I felt.

  Her eyes panned up to mine. “An undershirt and a pair of boxers doesn’t sound very comfortable.”

  I chuckled. “Well, I could make the comment that a bra and panties is basically the shape of swimsuit wear, but I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

  “I mean, you aren’t wrong. But there is an issue with that as well.”

  My eyebrows rose at her comment. “And what is that issue?”

  A devilish grin crossed her face. “I’m not wearing a bra with this dress.”

  I tried to stay a gentleman. I tried not to let my eyes fall. But when they did, I couldn't stop staring. I had been so focused on her smile that I hadn’t noticed any fucking thing else about her outfit. I watched her slip the straps of her beautiful summer dress off her shoulders. The damn thing had a bit of built-in support, but not much. And the second that thing slid over her beautiful breasts, I felt my mouth go dry.

  They were perfect teardrops against her chest. I wanted to reach out and kiss them with my lips.

  She walked in front of me and dropped the dress all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of it, her confidence shining out for miles as she hooked her fingers into her panties. She slipped out of her flats and wiggled that perfect ass at me, jiggling it for my viewing pleasure before she slid the fabric down her legs.

  She held her underwear up between her fingers before dropping it onto the ground.

  “Going to join me?” Gwen asked over her shoulder.

  Never in my life had I gotten out of my clothes as quickly as right then. She walked up the three steps to the hot tub and slipped in, and I watched her nipples pucker with the heat of the tub. She rolled her head back and moaned. A sound I wanted to hear over and over again. I shed my clothes and scrambled up the steps, slipping into the hot tub and making my way beside her.

  But we didn’t stay parted for long.

  The second I made my way for her, she slipped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her. And when our lips crashed together, the dam inside me broke free. My hands slid against her legs. Up her thick thighs, toned with muscle that I remembered from the charity event. Our tongues slid together effortlessly, already having met one another before. Electricity shot through my bones. Fire filled my veins. My hands worked their way up to her hips. Up to her waist. Up to her breasts.

  Then, my lips broke off and kissed down her body.

  “Logan,” she whispered.

  “Mm, Gwen. You’re so beautiful. Holy shit,” I murmured against her skin.

  I felt her fingertips exploring me like my lips explored her. I pressed her into the wall of the hot tub as she sat there, her legs spread to accommodate my body. I kissed down her neck. Nibbled against her shoulder. I cupped her breasts and brought them together, allowing my tongue to lap at both of them at the same time. Her nipples engorged for me. Pulled to painful peaks I sucked between my teeth. Her hands gripped my hair. Raced down my sides. Raked down my thighs as I knelt and floated in front of her.

  I wanted to worship every inch of her for as long as she would let me.

  I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back in for a kiss. My hands fell to the back of her thighs, gripping them and pulling her into my swollen girth. Our tongues collided. Our teeth clattered. Her slight excess bled through the slats of my fingers, molding to me in every way I asked. The water was hot. Our sweat blended together as I pulled her into me. I felt my cock pulsing. I felt her pussy leaking into the hot tub, infusing the sweet smell of her into the water around us.

  “I need you, Logan,” she whispered against my lips.

  And who was I to deny what this beautiful woman wanted?

  I sat her on top of the edge of the hot tub and grabbed my dick. I eased it into her, then slid her off the side and into me. Sliding her down every inch as she moaned and shivered against me. I eased us back into the water. I let the water do the work for me as I knelt down into the hot tub. I fisted her ass, imprinting my fingertips into her skin as I slowly pulled her out.

  Then, I pushed her back down.

  “Oh, shit,” she bit.

  “You are so tight for me, Gwen. Holy hell,” I groaned.

  I pulled her out again and slammed her back down, feeling her cling to me. Her knees curled into my ribcage fluidly and her arms tightened around my neck. I fucked my cock with her body as she kissed and nibbled on my shoulder. My neck. My earlobe. The sensations this woman made me feel were undeniable. I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself off for long. Our kisses became sloppy as I moved her body faster, the hot water sloshing around us.

  “You feel so good, Logan. Good Lord. I love your body. Every inch of it,” she whispered.

  “None of it compares to yours, Gwen.”

  And I meant every word of it.

  Her breasts filled my chest perfectly. Her stomach pressed into my abs beautifully. Her thighs molded to any place on my body I put them with ease. I felt my cock trembling. Throbbing and aching for release as I slid against her swollen walls. Her wetness grew. The heat around my cock overtook the heat of the water around the rest of my body. I lost myself in her. In the gray of her eyes as she looked into mine. In the softness of her hair as I fisted it and Logan her head back.

  “Logan!” she exclaimed.

  I raked my teeth down her neck, feeling her pussy jump at my command.

  I moved us back over to the edge of the hot tub. I slid my cock from her and turned her around, moving her to the one place I wanted her. I fisted her hair and bent her over the edge, lining my cock up with her entrance.

  Then, without warning, I slipped back into her swollen pussy.

  “Oh, shit,” she moaned.

  “There’s that spot. You like this, don’t you? You like me taking you from behind,” I growled.

  “Logan. Faster. Move faster, please.”

  “Oh trust me, I will.”

  I eased my cock into her, but only once. And when I drew back, I set a relentless pace. I pulled her head up from her arms, allowing her moans and groans to fill my backyard. The stars twinkled over our heads. Her body jumped for me, jolting against my body as my cock filled her to the brim. Her hands curled around the edge of the hot tub. She bucked back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I felt my toes curling. I felt my hips stuttering. But I knew she wasn’t there.

  Not just yet.

  “Oh my goooooosh,” Gwen droned out.

  “Fucking hell, you’re so beautiful.”

  Then, an idea struck me.

  I released her hair before my hands pressed down against the edge of the tub. I hovered over her, like an animal taking its prey. I kissed her shoulder as I filled her up, rolling my hips deep and swiveling my cock around inside her. She collapsed at her knees, planting them into the seated edge of the tub. I felt her body giving way, and when I looked into the hot tub I grinned.

  Time for the ultimate attack.

  “Do you want to cum?” I asked, pressing my lips against Gwen’s ear.

  I felt her nod furiously as I slowed my movements.

  “How badly?” I whispered.

  “So badly. So badly. I’ll do anything. Please, Logan.”

  “Anything?” I asked.


  I felt her nod quickly again as a grin crossed my face.

  “I’ll hold you to it,” I said.

  I reached over and pressed the button on the wall of the hot tub and the jet roared to life. And I knew I had her in that right spot, because she jumped back against me. I kept my hands planted on the edge of the tub. Curled around, holding her in place as she jumped and moved against my cock like the beautiful woman she was.

  “Holy shit, Logan! Oh, fuck. It feels so good,” she moaned.

  “That’s right. Cum for me, Gwen. Take what you want. Take what you begged for,” I grunted.

  I held myself there, feeling her buck ravenously against my cock. Trapped between my thick, throbbing girth and the powerful, bubbling jet. I kept myself rooted, unwavering as she darted around. I gripped my left hand tightly over the edge of the tub and reached around as she quickly stroked me to my end. I dipped my hand into the water. Between her thighs. I managed to pull her juicy folds apart just enough for that stream of water to barrel right onto her aching clit.

  And it only took seconds for her to meet her end.

  “Holy fuck, Logan! Yes! Shit!”

  “There is it. Cum for me. Make me cum with you, Gwen. Squeeze that cock.”

  Her hands braced herself against the tub as she slammed my cock all the way into her pussy. Trying to get away from the stream of water and shook her and quaked her to her core. She milked my dick, pulling me closer into her body as I released her pussy lips. I wrapped my arms around her as I met my end, pumping threads of hot cum against her swollen walls.

  “Oh, Gwen,” I groaned into her neck. “How perfect you are.”

  Pump after pump. Thread after thread. Until my balls were empty and my cock ran dry. I reached over with my shaking hand and turned off the jets, feeling Gwen crumble into the hot tub. I caught her in my weakened grasp. I rolled us around until I was sitting on the seated edge in the tub and she was in my lap. My cock floated effortlessly out of her body as she laid against me, her head on my shoulder and her lungs drawing in air at a furious pace.