Page 13 of His Wilde Little (Saddle Up #2)

The mulled wine was supposed to help break the ice, not like we needed to, but to broach the topic of whatever was going on between us, some wine lubrication might’ve been required, and I owed him after he got through his first school trip to the ranch.

“I’ve always had a rule that said I would never date someone I worked for,” he said, a point he’d made before, and the reason I didn’t want to push that first kiss, or the ones that came after it when I caught him trying to—what I could only assume was impress me with the goats.

“You’re not working for me, you’re working with me,” I countered.

I’d given it a lot of thought, and I wasn’t going to let this end because he thought I was the boss.

I didn’t want to be the boss. I wanted to be the baby being taken care of, and he knew that already.

He’d practically awakened the little sleeper agent in me with those two magical words. Good boy.

After half the thermos was empty, we were finally getting somewhere with what we wanted. And that was each other’s tongues down each other’s throats. I’d never been proficient in tonsil tennis, but I was making up for the lack of it now.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, wiping my mouth with a thumb. “Looks like you’re wearing lipstick.”

“So do you,” I giggled and hiccoughed. “Oops.”

“Adorable. But it’s getting cold, and we’ll get sick if we stay out here all night. It’ll only get colder.”

I pulled at his shirt, my cold hand against his chest. He didn’t even flinch.

He pushed himself closer, giving my hand more space against his chest. “Oh my god,” the words came out in a whimper, my body a full shiver as I pulled his hair between my fingers and still, he didn’t move to signal any type of pain.

“I hope you’re not starting something neither of us will finish,” he said.

“What do you think I’m starting?”

Our lips locked in an embrace, and I was suddenly straddling him. The heat our bodies created combated against the cold of the outdoors, and if anyone was to pass by, they’d have probably seen the steam created from our bodies vaporized into the air.

“This is my reward for those stickers,” I said, clenching my knees around his thighs and pulling his legs together. “Do you think I’ve done a good job—Daddy?” The word rolled right off my tongue with apprehension.

“I knew you were into that,” he whispered, stroking a hand up my back as he kissed up my neck, and pulled at my hair, pulling my head back whilst he kissed at my chin and then around my Adam’s apple.

I moaned, the strange dampened vocal feeling of his tongue at my neck, like he was sucking the sounds right out of me.

I didn’t want to go inside and have all those eyes on us, or disturb them from their sleep, this was the most intimate I’d been physically in a while. In theory, I’d been intimate and both hands knew what I wanted.

After becoming too warm even outside now, I pulled away from him. Sliding off and sitting with my back to the stable wooden wall. He reached out with a thumb to my cheek, stroking me. “Just kissing,” he said. “Got you all hot and bothered.”

“I got carried away.”

Lorenzo’s fingers traveled down the length of my neck, shoulder, and arm until he met my hand, sliding his fingers between mine. “No, you didn’t,” he said. “I liked it when you called me Daddy, and I liked it when you were moaning.”

I nodded. “Ok, and I like it when you call me a—”

“Good boy.”

Another whimper left my throat. “Yeah,” I let out. “And I know you mean it as well, which makes me even more—”

Lorenzo placed his hands over my crotch. “All excited,” he said. “If we weren’t outside, I might’ve even suggesting getting out of those tight jeans just to give you a little more mobility and freedom.”

Staring at him, my eyes huge like I was trying to absorb every word he said to me. “We could go into the stables. Or we could go the guesthouse, where you haven’t slept in weeks.”

Licking his lips, he looked away. His eyes darting around as if he was trying to think of an excuse not to take me to the guesthouse, where I was hoping this would be taken to the next level, and I was so desperately touch starved that I’d end up masturbating over his lingering hands for a while because he certainly wasn’t going to fuck me while looking after three rescues still in need of constant attention.

“Or,” he said, continuing to stroke my face, and now looking at me. “We could take our time.”

Just as I’d thought and predicted. There was no dick for me here tonight. “We can take our time,” I agreed, but I was desperate now. “And I want more stickers.”

“You’ll get them when Daddy gives you them,” he said, leaning in and pulling me with a finger under my chin for a kiss. “And you’ve got to be a good boy to get them.”

“You’re gonna make me wait forever, aren’t you?” I asked, keeping my freshly kissed lips close to his. “I don’t wanna wait forever.”

“No, not forever,” he said, planting another kiss to my mouth. “But I want to make sure this is ok.”

Immediately shaking my head. “You’re not gonna ask my dad, are you?”

“You’re an adult, you can make your own decisions,” he said with a big smirk. “I just mean, make sure this isn’t the wine talking. And I want to see how everything is tomorrow. Plus, if we do anything else now, I won’t have anything to entice you to do work with, and collect those gold stars.”

From that, I gathered the gold stars could be earned by flirting as well. At least, that’s what I hoped, because the door had been bust wide open now for it all. “I promise to be a good boy then,” I told him.

“How much of a good boy?”

My hand on his crotch now, I didn’t know what I was feeling. Thick, hard, and throbbing. I gulped hard on the knot that should’ve been his hard something in my throat. “So good.”

Just as stood and adjusted ourselves, my mom arrived in her fur-lined jacket, carrying a casserole dish. “Where are you outside?” she asked. “You’re both gonna be sick as dogs if you stay out.”

“It’s been warmer,” I said, fanning my face.

“Well, we were inside, but Jace brought over some mulled wine, and well, we were talking, which interrupted their sleep cycles,” he said, saving me from what I could only assume was my mom about to sus my actions toward Lorenzo, who she still assumed was straight.

“Ok, I am glad the two of you are getting along,” she said. “Especially since he didn’t want anyone else around, but I’m glad you are because it saves me every day letting Mary out into the field.”

I shuddered. That was one of the reasons Lorenzo was useful, alongside helping me get over my fear of horses, he was there for Mary more than anyone else now, and she needed that. Someday, I had felt awful for how I avoided her and whichever field she was galloping around in.

“You know, you’re more than welcome to have your meals at the house as well,” my mom continued. “Those horses should be fine for a couple of hours, and you should be able to sleep in a proper bed again.”

Maybe now she was being my wing woman, even without knowing it. “I think he’ll do that soon,” I said. “Well, it was fun having that chat with you, but I’m going to go to bed since you wanted to take all the horses out tomorrow, right?”

He looked at me and nodded with that sweet smile, the type that had me run warm, and that wasn’t the only warm thing about to run down my leg. I’d been blueballed and now that little bit of warm precum in my briefs was cold and yucky.

Once I got home, I immediately took a shower and masturbated furiously until I came, sitting under the warm water as it rained above me. I was exhausted and all I could hear were Lorenzo’s soft, sweet words in my ears, repeating how much of a good boy I was.

That night, I masturbated once more in bed and then promptly fell straight to sleep with thoughts of straddling Lorenzo as if he was the horse I’d been training to ride the entire time he’d been here.

There was a pep in my step and a weight lifted off my shoulders as I got ready for the day.

I gave myself stickers for the chart from yesterday, and noted how overdue a present I was, but still wasn’t going to do anything until I knew my family weren’t going to go broke.

As I headed to the kitchen, I thought about how I never saw the finances of this place, so when my sister got mad, I assumed we were going to lose everything.

I put the coffee pot on and shoved a couple frozen croissant pastries into the oven to bake.

The first full pot of coffee almost went right into my thermos, until Olivia let out a grunt and held out her mug.“I need it,” she said. “I’m working overtime.” Still in her pink tartan patterned pajamas and hugging her laptop to her chest.

There would never be a good time to ask, so I went ahead with my questions.

“Are we gonna lose the house?”

Her eyes snapped open. “No, we’re asset rich, or whatever dad likes to say,” she said. “We have a nest egg for the ranch, if it comes to needing it, and dad is pushing for it. I kinda thought that’s why he got three horses instead of just the one, so that he would force my hand.”

I sighed, pouring the rest of the coffee into my thermos. “Lorenzo doesn’t even think people will want those horses as studs either. Whatever papers they had, we don’t have them. And if he sells them, Lorenzo goes.”

Olivia groaned, sitting at the breakfast bar on a stool. “One less person to pay, but he’s not going to sell them. I’m surprised mom hasn’t told you what dad’s plans are, you two talk more than you and him.”

Slouching for a brief moment before remembering the croissants, I sprung to action, gathering my hand towel and rescuing them from the tray in the oven. They were perfectly golden brown. “Ok,” I said after the moment of panic, placing the baking tray on the counter. “What’s this big plan then?”

“He wants to open this place up and have people come learn to ride horses up here.” she said. “The money for that would be good, but the horses we’ve got are either rescues, or Mary, and she might be too old to ride.”

The light at the end of that tunnel meant Lorenzo was going to be sticking around. “Long term plans then,” I said.

“We also have two more stalls in the stable,” she said.

“I don’t want him buying anymore, but he’s mention it himself, and with Saddle Up coming next year, he might want to go shopping for a well-trained horse.

” Her eyelid visibly twitching. “And that doesn’t even account for all the costs with getting a horse from Texas, or taking ours to Texas, which I’m hoping and pleading he won’t even try. ”

All I took from that was Lorenzo would be staying, and I didn’t have to worry about this fizzling out into nothing, which seemed to be how all my situationships ended.

I wondered if some of those guys still thought of us together, even after a year of no content.

Not like much happened beyond what we said to each other on the internet.

“I’ll be coming out to the stables later,” Olivia said as I topped my thermos and packaged croissants into Tupperware.

“What for?”

“I need to speak to Lorenzo, and because there should be something coming for him,” she said with a big smile. “I think he likes me, well, he flirts with me.”

Every impulse told me to rub it in her face that he was probably just being nice to her, but those impulses were childish, and I was not about to regress without Daddy Lorenzo around. Although fighting for him, I could see happening if she still thought he was straight.

“Oh, for the cameras,” I said. “Yeah, that should be good. He’ll get more free time that way.”

“Good, then he can help me outline a plan on what we need to do to get some type of horse-riding school up off the ground,” she added.

“And he’ll also be able to help me with the animal upkeep,” I said. “You know, since it’s getting colder, they need more eyes on them, and I think he’s got a perfectly good set of them to help me.”

Her upper lip turned into a snarl almost before she drank more coffee. “See you later then,” she said, waving me off almost dismissively.

It wasn’t my sister’s fault she was a grump, my dad put her in that position, and she was just one bad day away from leaving the ranch altogether, but for me, it wasn’t a thought I would ever entertain.

I didn’t want to be out there in the world renting or working a nine-to-five, sitting around at a computer all day, my limbs yearned to stomp through wet soil and trudge through morning snow.

Unfortunately, I would have to wait for winter for that, but until then, I had the orange and red leaves changing and falling around me to look forward to each morning.

Lorenzo was outside the stables when I walked towards him, his arms out. I pushed the thermos into his hand. “It’s just one today, my sister was up, so I—”

“Not the coffee,” he said, “I want you.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a deep embrace, and squashing the Tupperware between us, and thankfully not the croissants. He planted a kiss on my forehead, and then another on my lips. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” I whispered back, kissing up at his face. “I brought breakfast.” I freed the hand with the Tupperware and gently shook it.