Chapter 9

Cortland

Tonight's dinner with Austin was simply magical. From the moment I saw her, my heart was alight with anticipation. As we sat down to eat, the conversation flowed effortlessly, and each moment was filled with laughter and joy. The food was delicious, but it paled in comparison to the beauty of her smile. Her eyes twinkled as she spoke, and I found myself getting lost in their depth.

As the night wore on I was unable to stop myself.  I stood and pulled her to me, capturing her lips. Her kiss left me feeling like I was floating on air, and I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. It's been a long time since I've felt such a connection with someone, and I knew right then and there that this was the beginning of something truly special. I can't wait to see where this adventure takes us next.

Having said that, I must remain cautious. Austin is like a young colt still learning the ropes. Push too hard, and you risk overwhelming both her mind and body. I will need to remind myself to take things slowly and steady. This is new territory for me as I am used to being chased by women, not chasing them.

Observing her equestrian skills was truly breathtaking. However, I must admit that I feel envious of the saddle she's using. It would be an honor to have her ride me with as much grace and finesse as she does with that saddle. She possesses a natural talent for horseback riding, evident in her perfect sense of timing and rhythm. The horse she's riding is remarkably tall yet possesses a short back and can properly handle his legs. Once he gets the hang of it, he has the potential to run remarkably well in both large and small arenas. Without a doubt, they will be the team to beat.

Certain equine specimens exhibit a propensity for optimal performance in arenas of specific dimensions, whereas exceptional specimens possess the ability to collect and adapt to patterns of varying sizes. It is my fervent desire to witness the emergence of such an equine athlete. As for my identity, I have yet to develop such profound sentiments for any female in such a short span of time, let alone entertain thoughts of a shared future. My nascent emotions are a source of immense bewilderment.

I do a little work checking emails and looking at broodmares that owners want to breed with our stallions. We're on the hunt for top-notch mares to sign contracts with, so we can increase the odds of having a winning foal.

Once finished, I head to my bedroom, set my alarm for dawn, and drift off to thoughts of Austin riding her horse. Only true horse enthusiasts will get it, but there's something damn sexy about watching a rider and their horse click. They just get each other, and it's pretty damn arousing. Anyways, gonna be a long night ahead.

 Morning comes way too soon. Can you believe the person who came up with the alarm clock? Ugh, I'm already up and following my new routine to go to Austin's. And guess what? This time she's actually wearing a bra. She's standing on the porch, smirking like she knows something I don't.

"Oh man, I was hoping to witness another tata liberation show today. You had me excited yesterday!" I quip.

"When you're free ballin', I'll release the tatas. Kidding!" Austin teases.  She gives as good as she gets.

"Wait, how do you know I'm not letting the boys hang loose right now?" I quip back..  

"Ah well, I suppose it's a mystery that will remain unsolved." she shrugs.

"Hey, why not give it a shot?" I say, moving closer to her.

"Didn't we agree to take it easy?" she questions.

As I lean in, I can feel her body tense up ever so slightly. I can't help but feel a sense of power knowing that I have an effect on her. But I quickly reassured her that it's all in good fun, just a prelude to what's to come.

"Consider it an appetizer," I whisper in her ear with a playful grin. I can see her relax a bit, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. I always enjoy teasing her, making her squirm just a little before giving her what she really wants. It's all about building up the excitement, making the end result that much more satisfying. And I know she's ready for it.

"Hey, let's feed these horses," she clears her throat.

"Sure thing," I chuckle. As much as I want to take her inside and have my way with her, I know there's work to be done. I help her with the feeding and promise to come back later to load up the trailer. I remind her to take it easy on her ankle and wait for my help.  Of course, this earns me an eye roll. It's not exactly the response I was hoping for, but at least she's willing to wait for me. After all, we gotta make sure she can get in her boots for the show.

When I arrive in the evening, to give her a hand, while loading up the trailer.  I see how organized she is. Austin's a pro at Barrel Racing, you can tell just by looking at all the gear she's got in there. She's already got buckets, a first aid kit, and shoeing supplies loaded up, so that's one less thing for us to worry about. All we gotta do is load up the grain, hay, and tack she wants to bring. Luckily, the showgrounds have got bedding covered, so we can leave that behind.

So, after everything was finally loaded up, Austin and I made our way inside for some grub. Tonight's special? A juicy roast with potatoes and carrots, plus a side of salad and some homemade bread. Let me tell you, the aroma wafting through the house was pure bliss. We cozied up around the island and tucked in, stealing glances at each other every now and then. Good times, good times.

"So, what's the plan for tomorrow? When are you hitting the road with the horses?" I ask taking a bite of dinner. 

"I was thinking around nine in the morning. It's a bit of a drive, and I need to set up the stalls before unloading our four-legged friends." She responds after swallowing her own bite of dinner. 

"You know what, I'll join you. We can make it a road trip," Cortland chimes in.

"Seriously? Don't you have your own horses to worry about? “She asks, pausing her fork mid-bite.

“Austin, you see, I've got four brothers to help to load up and transport our horses to the showgrounds, but alas, there is only one of you - and you are still on the mend.”  Cortland states, in all seriousness. 

"Seriously, you're not gonna give up, huh?" she says, giving me a playful nudge. I swivel around on my bar stool and flash her that irresistible grin.

"I heard from this hot brunette that the word 'no' is open to interpretation," I grin.

She playfully hit me, "Quit being a brat. I just did what I had to do."

I delicately take her hand into mine and bring it up to my lips, tenderly planting a kiss on each of her fingers. Her response is immediate as she lets out a soft moan, drawing closer to me. My anticipation grows as I conceal my excitement beneath my trousers. In a moment of passion, she surprises me by kissing me passionately, igniting my senses and leaving me craving more. I lift her onto her stool and move between her legs, pressing my throbbing, excited manhood against her, grinding my hips in a tantalizing dance of desire.

Her pleas fill the air like sweet music, urging me to continue. The sensation of grinding my hips against hers while we kiss is heavenly. I slowly slide my hand under her shirt, tracing the curves of her ribs until I reach her magnificent breast. The delicate lace of her bra and the firmness of her nipples press against my fingers. With utmost care, I caress her nipple, rolling it gently between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.

I indulged in a luxurious breast massage, paying particular attention to her delicate nipple. As she reclined with a sensual moan, I continued to grind my hips, eliciting deep, passionate sighs from her. The intensity of her reaction only fueled my own desire, and I felt myself growing increasingly aroused. Moving from her breast, I trailed kisses down her neck, savoring the tender spot where her neck meets her shoulder, as she reached the brink of ecstasy.

With a resounding cry, my name escaped her lips as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Her body undulated with each thrust, and I felt myself hardening to the point of exquisite pain. The sound of her voice, the sensation of her body, it was all too much for me to bear.

"Fuck Austin, what a devilishly decadent evening we've had," I purr with a satisfied exhale, my henley shirt draping elegantly over my form, concealing any potential disarray. I press another tender kiss to her plush lips, gazing upon her stunning countenance, which radiates a timeless beauty that leaves me breathless after our passionate tryst.

As I bask in the afterglow of our passionate encounter, I chuckle to myself and marvel at the power she holds over my body. Never before have I experienced such a luxurious sensation. Her touch is pure ecstasy and I am entranced by her every move. We are both lost in the moment, indulging in the ultimate expression of pleasure and desire. She jests, encouraging me to revel in the experience as she too succumbed to the ecstasy. In this moment, we are both consumed by the opulent bliss that only true passion can provide.

"Women, you're gonna be the death of me, but damn, what a way to go," I say to her.

My heart is swept away by the enchanting allure of this woman. My desire for her is so intense that I succumbed to my passion and experienced an unexpected release. Every fiber of my being craves her, to bask in the ecstasy of her embrace and savor the delicious sensation of her warmth and tightness enveloping me.

"Oh, Austin, if I don't leave right now, I may just have to whisk you away to your room and grant you a tantalizing preview of the pleasures I have in store for you."

"Hey, I really want to, but we gotta get up early tomorrow and you know it," she says, snuggling into my chest.

"Haha, you're such a cockblocker," I chuckle.

"Hey, it's not my fault you have no self-control. Otherwise, I would have let you crash on my bed, but you made it clear that sleep was not on the agenda." This chick can definitely hold her own.

"My dear Austin, rest assured that once I grace your bed, slumber shall be but a distant memory. For I shall lavish upon your body the utmost adoration, until you are left completely spent and unable to even stir.”  The mere sound of my voice, laced with a seductive rasp, sends shivers down her spine and I can sense her arousal mounting.  She has such a hold on me that I have to force myself to step away.