Page 14 of His Wilde Little (Saddle Up #2)

I’d been awake for a while, mostly because now sleeping on the floor in the stable didn’t actually seem all that comfortable.

I snuck out earlier to shower and when I got back, the horses were still resting.

I think they knew there was a big day ahead of them, all four of them, and I was going to need Jace’s help now more than ever.

He’d come to me armed with coffee and croissants, and I pulled away after a kiss.

“Why are you awake so early?” he asked. “At least this time I’m not catching you with your—” His eyes dipped by my waist, looking to where my cock was. “I—”

“It’s ok,” I chuckled. “I told you, I’m usually first to wake, but I also figured you could use a hand, and in return, I get a hand back.”

He audibly gulped.

“Not that type of hand, but with the horses.”

“Oh, yeah, I knew that. I was just thinking that’s what you meant.”

“Good, because it is,” I told him. “And there’s a couple gold stars in it for a good boy.”

His tongue pressed between his teeth like an invitation to touch his tongue with mine, I wanted to be biting on it, and feeling it submit to the will of my mouth.

At least now, I didn’t have to think these things, I could act on them.

And I did, pulling him in once more for a kiss, this time, tasting the coffee on his tongue, freshly brewed it seemed on his warm tongue.

“That’s a taste of the reward you’ll get,” I whispered to him.

“Ok, Daddy,” he whispered back.

I pushed my fingers through the hair on the back of his head, careful not to whack his Stetson off. I liked that title the most, it was an ultimate show of dominance to have it, but a soft dominance, where all I wanted to do was play in return.

“Also, Olivia will be coming over soon, so we might not be able to be all over each other,” he said.

“I guess that means we’ll have to keep what I have in store for you behind a locked door,” I said, tipping his head back and kissing him once more. “If you can wait for it.”

That slow, submissive nod with those big eyes had my cock chubbed, and he was going to make my day even harder with how much of it we were about to spend together.

We had some coffee and the croissants before we dug into the day’s work ahead.

I tried to time it so that we finished when I’d normally take the horses out.

It was important for them to get out of their stables, and I was sure they were jealous of Mary who was able to gallop around in the freedom of a field all day.

The eggs were collected, the goats were milked, and Diane was flirting with me again, trying to get me to try her cheeses, which she’d worded in a way that sounded like a euphemism, and I didn’t know for what, but the idea of it being cheese related almost made any hunger I’d worked up vanish.

At the open stable door, Jace stood with his hands cocked on his hips and a slouch to his shoulders. Before approaching, I scanned the area and then snuck up behind him, placing a hand around his torso and pulling him in to kiss his neck. “You ready to take on a horse?”

He giggled. “I think I’m ready to take on a Daddy first.”

“Let’s see how you perform first, and then maybe, you’ll graduate to riding.”

He tensed forward but my grasp on him was solid. “If we’re still talking about horses, I’m never going to ride, but if we’re talking about you,” he turned his head slightly to see me. “Then I think I’m already prepared to take a riding lesson. What do you think?”

I gave his cheek a kiss before letting go. “We’ll see, we’ve got to see how well these horses are first before you go on to bigger things.” I winked, although he probably didn’t catch it.

The Wilde family ranch had a lot of land.

I could tell it had potentially once been used to hold cattle or sheep, and from conversations with Tom, it felt like he wanted to get it back to that, even if his daughter had other ideas, and Jace, even more of them.

I was constantly asked for my opinion and constantly told them I was only here for the horses.

The fields were fenced off with the smaller field closer to the stable being used for Mary on her daily freedoms. There were a couple of trees on the land, thick, solid looking things that were losing all their orange leaves to reveal small bird nests high up.

All four horses were going into the one field, with extra precaution and eyes on Mary.

Olivia, Tom, and Martha had all come out to witness it, although none of them helped get them there.

I did that alone with Jace’s comments telling me he would watch over the other horses.

His fear was holding him back, just when I thought we were making progress.

At the wooden fence, Tom leaned on it and sighed, a pop from his back, followed by a cooing relaxed noise. “You know, they’re looking a lot better,” he said.

“Their coats are glossy again but they’re still fragile,” I told them all. “And Bramble and Ashwind still have an unhealthy attachment to Coal with the way they’re interacting just now.” The three rescues were a couple of moves away from slumping into a puddle together.

“Kinda feels mean on Mary,” Jace said.

“Yeah, are they excluding her?” Olivia asked.

“I don’t think Mary wants to get in on their business,” Martha added. “You know, she’s always been independent. And she likes being near her trees.”

As much as the trees were nice to look at, I was worried for the rescues since they could scrape themselves on the trunk in an attempt to scratch at the tape holding the gauze and ointment keeping their wounds from infection.

The risk wasn’t too high since most of them were healing, but with the state they came to us in, they were healing a lot slower.

“You think they’ll be good enough to ride soon?” Tom asked.

I looked to Jace as he rolled his eyes, and by his side, Olivia doing the same eyerolling. It was uncanny, but they were siblings.

“They need to be out here exercising regularly again before I could commit to a timeframe,” I told him. “Let’s stick to short term goals and get them looking a bit thicker first before we start with saddles, let alone the weight of someone.”

“Not this again,” Olivia said. “They’ll be ready when they’re ready, and if they’re going to be ridden, then they’ll need extra food as well. There are so many costs you haven’t thought about, and it’s annoying.”

He laughed. “I’m an ideas guy, I always have been, and it’s why I’m trying to bring all these ideas out,” he said.

And he wasn’t lying. He had a lot of ideas, and seemingly too much free time on his hands to talk to everyone about them.

Part of the reason I accepted the job was because we spoke with each other at the Saddle Up event earlier this year.

I was falling out of love with what I did, especially after that kid’s injury, and he was filling my head with all these ideas that had me excited to get back on the proverbial horse.

“I will say one thing, it’s not looking likely they’ll be fit and ready for March,” I said. “They’re not going to want to travel all that way first of all, and if you’re just looking to sell them, I’ll say now, you’re not likely to break even on all the food costs. Trust me.”

He grumbled a little. “I do, it’s why I think a horse-riding school is the way to go with it now.”

“I think it’s a good long-term goal,” Martha added. “Well, I best be back down there.”

Tom followed. Then it was just me, Jace, and Olivia. All watching the horses as they played together.

“Are they fighting?” Jace asked.

“No, that’s not fighting,” Olivia said. “I think they’re kissing.”

“Oh yep, they’re kissing.” Specifically, Bramble and Ashwind, while Coal watched as if he’d been the one to set them up.

“Looked like they were butting heads for a second,” he chuckled. “But now you’ve got to see, that’s why they look so dangerous. I bet their heads would just splash. ” He demonstrated with two fists together and an explosion opening them up as if his fingers where their brains flying everywhere.

And after Olivia got a call, it was just me and Jace standing at the fence with a bucket of feed for the horses. Mostly just apples and carrots. We stood together, inching closer to each other. If anyone was walking up behind us, they would see this and think we were just huddling to conserve heat.

“We should’ve brought chairs,” he said, leaning on me with his near full body weight.

“I don’t want to tempt fate, but I think we might be able to sneak away for a little while,” I said.

“To your place?” he asked, perking up.

I smirked. “I was thinking so that we could change out the hay in their stalls.”

“Oh, yeah, we can—”

“I’m kidding.” I took his hand, sliding my fingers between his and squeezing. “I want to go somewhere I can kiss you without anyone seeing, and I want to give you a gold star, but they’re not on me.”

He squeezed my hand back in a rhythmic pulse, as if mimicking his rapid heart as it raced. “Where are they?”

“At the house, they’re in my other jacket, you know, the denim one with the nice faux fur inline,” I said. “And it might take a while to find them as well, so we might have to leave these guys out here for an hour. I’m not sure yet. You think that’s ok?”

A rabbit in headlights as he looked at me. “I—I—I don’t know, are they ok to be left here? You haven’t wanted to leave them alone.”

I had reason for it as well. “I didn’t want them to fall back into old habits, and I don’t think they will. So, what do you say, an hour at mine, help me find you those sticker rewards, and you can—I don’t know, tell use those magic hands you use to make those croissants with.”

He giggled. “Those were premade, but premade by me, and then frozen, so—”

A kiss shut him up, he was a rambler when he was nervous, and I enjoyed this method of silence. Although I felt like I could still taste the words on his tongue. And they were delicious.

We went back to the guesthouse where I’d barely touched since arriving, only to occasional charge my eReader, or grab something quick to eat whenever Jace couldn’t, or had forgot.

I didn’t blame him on those days because he was going home exhausted after all the pressure I put on him to be around the horses.

As soon as the door closed behind us, I picked Jace up and he wrapped his legs around my waist. He kicked his boots off as I stepped out of mine, while I pushed him against the wall.

In that pinch point, I was able to begin undressing him out of his jacket, but more importantly, out of his shirt.

I found skin, so soft, so hairless, I immediately rubbed my face against it, my mouth seeking out his hard pink nipples.

The sound of his heart racing sent tingles and sweat from his body right onto my face.

Away from the wall and into the bedroom, he shed the shirt and jacket that had been falling off his arms. I placed him on the bed and climbed on in front of him, stripping before him, my fingers now far too excited from touching his skin to function properly.

So, I tore my shirt off, a series of buttons popped off, except the last, which I plucked away with newfound sexually charged strength.

“I’m ready for my reward, Daddy,” he said, unbuckling his belt and slipping his jeans off.

“Wait no more,” I said. “You’ve been a real good boy.” I whipped my belt out of the loops, a crack thwipped in the air, causing Jace to moan loudly. “But the question is, how good have you been?”

He laid there, sinking his teeth into his lip and nodding. “So good.”

“Then let me reward you for all the good things you’ve done,” I said, picturing myself as one of the heroes in a romance novel, the one I’d yet to finish on my eReader. I briefly climbed off the bed to get out of my jeans and promptly jumped back on in my boxer briefs tenting near the opening.

Jace stared at the bulge, wiping the sweat on his hands down his thighs before reaching out to it. “Can I touch it, Daddy?”

“See if he’s awake first before you touch him,” I said, flexing my cock with a bounce. “Looks like you’re about to make a new friend.”

He pulled my boxers down and lifting himself up with his hands around my thighs, his hands didn’t touch my cock, he just latched on with his mouth, immediately going in with that deep throat of his, taking my throbbing cock all the way until his nose was nestled in my small bush of pubic hair.

I caressed the back of his head, my palms flinching with gentle pushes as his tongue worked magic along my shaft.

Through moans, I encouraged him. “Good boy.”

And when he pulled away, his eyes watered, slightly bloodshot, and his mouth was covered in saliva and a big smile. “How good?”

“Very. My turn,” I said, “lay back down. I wanna taste you now.”

His eyes widened. “You’ll have to be gentle.”

“That’s my middle name, maybe.” I winked at him, kissing his forehead and he fell back onto the pillow and giggled.

“I’m ready.”