My head is buzzing on the ride back to the house. That was . . . so much more than I expected.
I knew that Riona had a whole lot of something bottled up inside of her. Anger, or determination, or something . . .
But I had no idea sheโd be so fucking wild.
She was raw and primal. Ten times sexier than I expected. And that body . . . fucking hell.
Iโve never seen skin so creamy and flawless. Or a pussy that fucking perfect. Standing in the water, with her red hair all wild and wavy around her shoulders, she looked like Aphrodite. Like a goddess made flesh for the very first time.
And like a goddess, she had a kind of terrifying intensity. Her skin was paler than normal from the cold water. Next to that, her red hair and green eyes looked as vivid as a venomous snake. Maybe more Medusa than Aphrodite.
I would have been intimidated, if I werenโt so fucking aroused.
I had to splash myself with the cold water to keep my cock only semi-hard. Because Riona naked was the most gorgeous thing Iโd ever laid eyes on.
I got my erection tamped down, then I looked over at her, and I saw those green eyes fixed on my cock, and I knew she was almost as aroused as I was. I knew I had to have her.
I clarified the little matter of the ex-boyfriendโfor Rionaโs benefit, not because I gave a fuck about the surgeon. I knew from the second I met him that he wasnโt the right man for her. He didnโt have a fraction of the strength it takes to tame a woman like Riona. To grab hold of her and force her to respect you.
Rionaโs a fighter. Sheโs driven to lock horns with any man who tries to assert his power over her. She wonโt be taken gently.
I suspected that she was tired of Dean for a while, and only dragging things out because he was a useful shield between her and me. A way to make me keep my distance.
Hearing that she had already broken up with him told me everything I needed to know. I knew that Riona wanted me, whether sheโd admitted it to herself or not.
So I grabbed her and kissed her and buried my face in that sweet shell-pink pussy with its tuft of wild red hair. It was intoxicating. She tasted sweet and spicy, like cinnamon. I could feel her responding to me immediately, her body betraying any restraint she tried to maintain.
And the way she sucked my cock . . . good god, it was like she was starving. Like she needed my cum to live. I never would have thought sheโd let go like that. I thought it might take months to dig down to that kind of ferocity. But it was waiting, right below the surface. Dying to be released.
Now I want to be close to Riona. I want to grab Pennyโs reins and pull her over so I can rest my hand on Rionaโs thigh, and tell her that sheโs fucking gorgeous, and sexy, and brilliant, and stubborn. That she drives me insane and I canโt get enough of her.
But I know I canโt do that. Riona will spook.
Already sheโs silent and pale, deliberately not looking over at me. Mulling over what just happened between us.
Iโve spent every minute of the last two weeks with her. Iโve gotten to know this woman better than sheโd like to admit. I know that it terrifies her to lose control. It terrifies her that Iโve seen through her armor, seen the actual person beneath.
Now that sheโs been exposed to me, she wants to clam up again. She wants to rebuild those walls.
Thatโs fine . . . Iโll let her think that itโs working. That sheโs still in control of this thing between us.
And then, when the moment is right . . . Iโm going to capture her again. Iโm going to find her most vulnerable places, the cracks in her armor, and Iโm going to split it wide open. Iโm going to grab hold of herโstripped-down, raw, and genuine. And Iโm going to force her to admit what she actually likes.
But not just yet. Right now, I need to pull back and give her space. Let her get comfortable again. Let her think she has control.
Meanwhile, Iโm just biding my time.
We ride back the way we came, slower on the way back because Iโm sure Riona is sore from riding. This is unfamiliar exercise to her, unfamiliar motion.
I was surprised how well she did.
I guess I shouldnโt have beenโsheโs smart and competitive. Quick to catch on to something new. Wise enough to respect the horses.
When we get back to the house, I see Grady in the round training ring, chasing a brand-new horse. Itโs an Appaloosa, probably two years old. Its front half is a smooth, glossy black, while its back is white with dappled black spots, like a rug thrown over its hindquarters. Itโs a beautiful animal, with long legs and a well-shaped head. But I can tell immediately that itโs wild and bad-tempered, and totally unbroken. It bites and snaps at Grady when he tries to get near it. He hasnโt gotten the bridle over its head.
I halt the horses a good way backโI donโt want Brutus getting riled up by the sight of the other horse and its fury. Grady tries again, unsuccessfully, to
fit the halter over its head.
I lead Brutus and Penny the long way around to the stable, where I show Riona how to remove their saddles again, how to feed and water and rub them down. She seems genuinely interested in that, not jumping off and wandering away the moment the ride is done, like so many tourists do after their first ride.
Riona is highly attentive to Penny, brushing her coat and patting her affectionately.
โSheโs such a good horse,โ Riona says.
โShe is.โ I nod. โSoโs Brutus, but you have to remind him of that.โ
I give Brutus a good scratch on the shoulders like he likes and feed him a couple of carrots. Penny gets apples, since theyโre her favorite.
โWhat are they doing to that horse in the pen?โ Riona asks me. โLooks like Grady is trying to break it,โ I say.
โWhat does that mean?โ
โYou gotta teach a horse how to accept a rider. That one looks like itโs never had a person on its back.โ
Riona goes to the doorway of the stable so she can watch.
She stands motionless, head slightly tilted, watching Grady try again and again to slip the bridle over the horseโs head. It snaps and bites at him, or slips its head away at the last minute, forcing Grady to swing the horse around again, holding tight to its mane.
โHow long does it take?โ Riona asks me.
โCould be a couple hours. Could be all day.โ I chuckle. โCould be forever if Grady doesnโt calm that horse down a little.โ
Grady is dogged and tenacious, but he doesnโt always know how to connect with a horse. He treats each one the same. And no horse is the same.
Once Penny and Brutus are comfortably eating, I walk over to the ring with Riona.
The Appaloosa is highly agitated, trying to rear up but prevented from doing so by Gradyโs grasp on its mane. The whites of its eyes show as it tries to jerk its head away from Gradyโs grip.
โWhereโd you get that one?โ I ask him.
โFrom the Fosters. Nameโs Star. Sheโs been running wild with her mother and brother on their land, โcause Allan Foster broke his leg and hasnโt had a chance to do shit all with her. Jemma Foster sold her to me cheap โcause she says sheโs too vicious to train.โ
As heโs talking, the horse rips its mane free with one sharp toss and starts galloping around the pen. Grady has to jump up on the rail to keep from being trampled as Star circles round again.
โFucking hell,โ Grady shouts, barely pulling his legs up in time. โYou want some help?โ I ask.
โYou think youโre still the horse whisperer when you barely seen one in three years?โ Grady laughs.
โI think I remember โem all right,โ I say.
I look over at Riona. โYou okay if I take over here for a bit?โ I ask her.
I know I donโt have to follow her around every minute while weโre on the ranch. Weโre in the middle of nowhere, fenced off from the world. Sheโs safe here.
But it feels strange to leave her alone for any amount of time after weโve been attached at the hip so long.
โGo ahead,โ she says. โYour sister told me I can borrow her laptop. If your internet is decent, I can probably log in to my google docs and get some work done from here.โ
โAlright,โ I say.
Riona heads back toward the house, and I feel a strange pull to follow after her.
But Star is still galloping around the pen, snorting furiously, and Grady already looks hot and flustered, with the job barely begun.
I slap him on the shoulder. โGo ahead and grab some water. I got this.โ
I drop down into the pen, standing in the center so the horse can get used to me. I stay still and relaxed, holding up my hands and saying, โWoah. Calm down, now,โ in a low, comforting tone.
Eventually Star drops down to a trot, though sheโs still skittering around me, eyeing me warily.
โRelax. Relax,โ I say.
As she starts walking, I take hold of her mane, but gently. I let her keep moving, walking around me, giving her the freedom to lift and shake her head as she likes.
Eventually, when sheโs calmed down a little, I touch her face and ears, and run my hand down her neck, so she gets used to being touched around the head.
โAlright. Thatโs not so bad,โ I say, patting her cheek.
Sheโs still not exactly comfortable with me. But sheโs calmed down a bit.
I hold the bridle close to her face so she can see and smell the rope. She shies away again, and I wait patiently until sheโs accustomed to the pale- blue rope, and the texture against her cheek.
After a long while, I slip it over her head.
She doesnโt like that one bit. She tries to rear up, whinnying, but I gently hold her down, patting her head, rubbing her neck, and speaking softly to her.
Grady comes back out of the house, having gotten a drink and probably some food, too.
โHowโs it goinโ?โ he says.
Just from the sound of his voice, Star rears up again and yanks at the bridle, trying to pull away from me.
โJust stay back over there,โ I say to Grady, though using my softest tone so it doesnโt startle Star. โYouโre ugly, and youโre scaring her.โ
โIโve heard that too many times,โ Grady says, grinning. He stays back, though, out of sight of Star.
I start resting my hand on the horseโs back. Just getting her used to weight and pressure.
Sheโs never had a rider on her back, not for a second. Sheโs never carried anything, not even a saddle.
Eventually I start pressing a little harder on her back. Letting her feel a small amount of weight.
She keeps circling round me, held in place by my hand on her bridle. I start to lean on her back, and even pull myself up for a second or two. She startles and skitters away the first couple of times I do it, but eventually the pauses between feeling my weight against her back and her jerking away become longer and more spread out.
I like to break horses bareback, without a saddle. They hate the feeling of the saddle when theyโre not used to it. Itโs more tolerable to them to feel a person alone, at least to start with.
Itโs better for me, too. I can feel the horseโs heartbeat thundering, feel how overheated itโs getting.
So when I finally pull myself all the way up onto Starโs back, I do it with just the bridle and rope, nothing else. No bit in her mouth. Trying to make it as pleasant as possible.
Still, she bolts and starts running. Sheโs trying to throw me off, though sheโs not quite enraged enough to buck or roll. She thinks she can sprint away from me, if she runs fast enough.
Iโm not trying to hold her back. Actually, itโs the oppositeโI lean low across her neck and I whisper in her ear, urging her on faster and faster.
We gallop around and around the pen. When she starts to slacken her pace, I squeeze my knees against her thighs and urge her to run harder. Sheโs galloping full out, running faster than she probably ever has before. She was loose on the Fosterโs land, galloping around wherever she pleased. But she had no predators, nothing chasing her. Sheโs never run flat out, with all her might.
Soon I can feel her heart thundering, and her pace slacking.
Horses can only gallop full out for a couple of miles. They can go a long way in a day. But theyโre not tireless.
In fact, the animal with the greatest endurance is a human. You could run a horse into the ground, if you had unlimited time and distance to chase it. Weโre not as fast as them, or as strong. But thereโs no creature more tenacious than us.
Star will tire before I do. I knew that before we started. And thatโs why I already knew the outcome of this struggle.
There was no battle between Star and me. I already knew who would win.
Thatโs why I approached her with gentleness and patience. I wasnโt afraid of her, or afraid she might beat me.
I only had to show her that Iโm not her enemy, not her adversary.
I ride Star at top speed until she tires, then I let her canter around and around the pen. Finally she drops to a trot, and then a walk. Sheโs tiredโnot beaten and broken down. Just exhausted enough to be at peace with me on her back.