door.
“Avery, are you riding with us?”
Avery nodded but Tristan took her by the arm. “She’ll
ride with me for a bit.”
“I would prefer to ride with my sister.” Avery argued,
trying to pull her arm free as Marshall and Maya watched them with bright
interest.
“And I would prefer if you rode with me for a while.”
He squeezed her arm and glared down at her.
“I’d be more comfortable in the carriage.” She
protested, glancing down at her barely-clothed body.
A look of irritation flashed across his face. “Stop
your arguing and do as I tell you, girl.”
Her cheeks reddened with anger as he dragged her towards his
horse and lifted her easily into the saddle. She pushed his shirt down
but her nakedness rubbed uncomfortably against the cold leather, and she
frowned as he wedged his body behind hers.
“I’m not wearing any underclothes.” She hissed at him.
“I am well aware of that.” He gave her a wolfish grin
and a shudder of need went through her.
She did her best to ignore it and frowned at him. “The
leather is cold and… uncomfortable.”
“We definitely don’t want that.” He reached into one
of the saddle bags and pulled out another of his t-shirts. “Here, place
this underneath you.”
She looked at the shirt in his hand. “Are you kidding
me? Just let me sit in the carriage with my sister.”
She had braided her long hair and secured it with elastic,
and he tugged gently on the end of it. “Your choices are the cold leather
or my shirt. Take your pick.”
She continued to hesitate and he leaned forward, his breath
tickling her ear. “Or perhaps you would prefer to have my hand there?”
She shivered violently as the memory of his hand between her
legs, his fingers rubbing against her, went through her head and he grinned
again. “It seems as though you would prefer option three.”
Quickly, before he could do what he threatened, she plucked
his shirt from his hands and tucked it beneath her. She arranged it so
that it was covering the saddle and protecting her from the leather.
“Better?” He inquired.
“Yes.” She muttered.
“Good.” He clicked his tongue to the horse and wrapped
his arm around her waist, rubbing her abdomen through his shirt as they
followed the others. Like yesterday he dropped back until there was some
distance between them and the other riders. She squirmed nervously as he
placed a soft kiss on her neck and cupped her breast familiarly.
“Please stop that.” She pushed his hand away from her
breast and leaned forward.
He frowned and yanked her back against him. “Why do
you deny me the pleasure of touching you?”
She swallowed. “My lord – “
“Tristan.”
“My lord,” she said pointedly, “what happened this morning
was a mistake. I should not have allowed you to,” she paused, “to touch
me so intimately.”
“You seemed to enjoy my touch this morning.” He
stroked her bare thigh and she shivered again.
“Please, my lord.” She said softly and he frowned at
the obvious distress in her voice. He stopped touching her, holding the
reins with both hands and allowing her to lean away from him.
“I’m sorry. I did not mean to lead you on this
morning.” She said quietly. “The other women are already agitated
by my presence. If they find out that I am warming your bed, I’m afraid
they will make my life – difficult.”
She cursed at how weak she sounded but she needed him to
believe that she was worried only for herself. She feared that if he
realized it was Maya she was concerned about he would send Maya away despite
her abilities with his children, in order to indulge in his obvious desire for
her. She was not completely naïve to the ways of men, and she knew there
were many who could be like a dog with a bone when it came to sex.
He didn’t reply but he made no move to continue touching her
either. They rode in silence for a few
“Avery, are you riding with us?”
Avery nodded but Tristan took her by the arm. “She’ll
ride with me for a bit.”
“I would prefer to ride with my sister.” Avery argued,
trying to pull her arm free as Marshall and Maya watched them with bright
interest.
“And I would prefer if you rode with me for a while.”
He squeezed her arm and glared down at her.
“I’d be more comfortable in the carriage.” She
protested, glancing down at her barely-clothed body.
A look of irritation flashed across his face. “Stop
your arguing and do as I tell you, girl.”
Her cheeks reddened with anger as he dragged her towards his
horse and lifted her easily into the saddle. She pushed his shirt down
but her nakedness rubbed uncomfortably against the cold leather, and she
frowned as he wedged his body behind hers.
“I’m not wearing any underclothes.” She hissed at him.
“I am well aware of that.” He gave her a wolfish grin
and a shudder of need went through her.
She did her best to ignore it and frowned at him. “The
leather is cold and… uncomfortable.”
“We definitely don’t want that.” He reached into one
of the saddle bags and pulled out another of his t-shirts. “Here, place
this underneath you.”
She looked at the shirt in his hand. “Are you kidding
me? Just let me sit in the carriage with my sister.”
She had braided her long hair and secured it with elastic,
and he tugged gently on the end of it. “Your choices are the cold leather
or my shirt. Take your pick.”
She continued to hesitate and he leaned forward, his breath
tickling her ear. “Or perhaps you would prefer to have my hand there?”
She shivered violently as the memory of his hand between her
legs, his fingers rubbing against her, went through her head and he grinned
again. “It seems as though you would prefer option three.”
Quickly, before he could do what he threatened, she plucked
his shirt from his hands and tucked it beneath her. She arranged it so
that it was covering the saddle and protecting her from the leather.
“Better?” He inquired.
“Yes.” She muttered.
“Good.” He clicked his tongue to the horse and wrapped
his arm around her waist, rubbing her abdomen through his shirt as they
followed the others. Like yesterday he dropped back until there was some
distance between them and the other riders. She squirmed nervously as he
placed a soft kiss on her neck and cupped her breast familiarly.
“Please stop that.” She pushed his hand away from her
breast and leaned forward.
He frowned and yanked her back against him. “Why do
you deny me the pleasure of touching you?”
She swallowed. “My lord – “
“Tristan.”
“My lord,” she said pointedly, “what happened this morning
was a mistake. I should not have allowed you to,” she paused, “to touch
me so intimately.”
“You seemed to enjoy my touch this morning.” He
stroked her bare thigh and she shivered again.
“Please, my lord.” She said softly and he frowned at
the obvious distress in her voice. He stopped touching her, holding the
reins with both hands and allowing her to lean away from him.
“I’m sorry. I did not mean to lead you on this
morning.” She said quietly. “The other women are already agitated
by my presence. If they find out that I am warming your bed, I’m afraid
they will make my life – difficult.”
She cursed at how weak she sounded but she needed him to
believe that she was worried only for herself. She feared that if he
realized it was Maya she was concerned about he would send Maya away despite
her abilities with his children, in order to indulge in his obvious desire for
her. She was not completely naïve to the ways of men, and she knew there
were many who could be like a dog with a bone when it came to sex.
He didn’t reply but he made no move to continue touching her
either. They rode in silence for a few
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