Chompin' at the Bit (Horse Play #2) (36 page)

Her legs wrapped around my waist as I pressed her against the wall, and I pushed against her. Panting breath-lessly, she broke our kiss as she rocked her hips eagerly against my straining erection and pressed her face into my neck to release a moan. Her hips continued to move persistently against my ever-hardening cock. The only thing keeping our bodies from joining was my boxers and her yoga pants, and I was hoping to rectify that right fucking quick.

As the sounds of her pleasure echoed in my ears, her long, precise movements against me changed slightly, and her arms tightened around my neck. Prickles of pleasure shot through my entire body until they settled in my groin as her fingers tugged at my hair before moving down my back and clawing desperately at my shirt.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Mmm … Oooh … Yesyesyes!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening; save for my jeans now being around my ankles, we still had most of our clothes on, and I was pretty sure Madison just fucking came.

I pulled my face back to look her in the eyes. “Did you just—?”

She didn’t give me a chance to finish before she turned to me with this needy little whimper that caused me to thrust my hips against her again. Her lips landed squarely on mine as she held eye contact, and there seemed to be remorse lingering in her eyes as I continued rocking my hips—which was ridiculous since I was feeling pretty damn smug about getting her off fully clothed

Common sense soon kicked, in and I remembered exactly where we were while we groped each other. “Baby,” I groaned against her lips. “We shouldn’t do this here.” While my brain was telling my mouth to say one thing, it was sending an entirely different signal to my dick as I continued to thrust against her, causing her eyes to roll back as she tried to stifle her cries by kissing me harder.

Even though it took everything in me, I pulled my lips from hers. “What if we get caught?”

“We won’t,” she said, sounding pretty damn sure. “Now shut up and fucking kiss me.”

“I don’t have a—” before I could even get the rest of my sentence out, she reached into her bra and pulled out a condom.

“I ran back to the house,” she informed me, her voice breathless and thick with lust.

Against my better judgment, I let her slide to the floor and yanked her pants down her legs. I knew the only way we’d avoid being busted was if we made this quick, which meant a majority of our clothes would have to stay on.

With her pants around her ankles, I smirked. “Turn around,” I ordered gruffly, getting a small, excited nod from her in return before she faced the wall.

Now that her back was to me, I pulled my own boxers down and rolled the condom on. The longer I kept her waiting, the more I noticed she seemed to be squirming and craning her neck to see what was going on. Unable to take it any longer, I closed the space between us, my cock resting against her ass as my hands ran over her shoulders and down her arms. When they reached her hands, I clasped them and brought them over her head, effectively pinning them against the wall beneath my own.

“Is this how you saw this going down?” My lips trailed down her neck and back up again, my teeth nipping at her earlobe.

“N-not exactly,” she stammered. “It’s far,
far
better than anything my twisted mind cooked up.” I bit down on her neck lightly, careful not to leave a mark, and she whimpered.

Keeping my left hand over hers on the wall, I brought my right hand down, being sure to grope her breast roughly over her shirt before I moved south to align my cock with her pussy. Stepping up onto her toes, she arched her back so her hot little ass stuck out, and I pushed forward slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warmth as it sheathed me entirely. We moaned simultaneously as my hips lay flush against her ass.

Knowing we could be caught at any minute, I pulled out before burying myself in her just as quick. A long string of whispered profanities blew past her lips as I continued to move my hips behind her, my free hand squeezing her waist firmly and pulling her against me roughly.

Pressure started forming inside me, tightly coiling like a spring just waiting to release. I was barely balanced on the edge of an intense orgasm when Madison’s moans increased. The volume of her voice was bound to attract some unwanted attention should anyone be passing by, so I released my hold on her hands to cover her mouth while leaning next to her ear and shushing her quietly.

With her second orgasm ebbing, I continued my manic thrusting, hoping to join her when a third orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly and she bit down on my hand. What the fuck was going on? Wait
…
Why did I care? I was clearly doing something right.

That was when I felt that coil inside me release, and I buried my face in her neck to keep from crying out as I came. After a few short jerks of my hips, I raised my head, placing tender kisses to her damp skin as I removed my hand from her mouth, and pulled out of her.

Madison’s hands trembled as she lowered them and turned around. “Wow,” she said, still out of breath. “Just …
wow.
”

Chuckling, I removed the condom and quickly zipped up my pants while Madison readjusted her pants and smoothed her hair. “We should stop by the washroom in the main barn before going to lunch,” I suggested.

When the coast was clear, we exited the barn together and ran across the yard to the other building. We were both laughing like a couple of high-schoolers who just snuck away to have a nooner in the parking lot when they should have been in class. Which, I guess wasn’t too far from what actually happened.

When we reached the main door, Madison poked her head in first. “Hello?” There was no response, so she nodded, indicating that we were safe.

Madison and I parted ways for a few moments, going into the separate washrooms to wash up before we headed over to Wayne’s place for lunch. We’d barely walked through the door before we were acknowledged.

“Well, there they are! We thought maybe you two got lost or something,” Wayne announced, kindly drawing Tom’s attention to us as we entered the kitchen. The two men were sitting around the table playing a hand of poker while they waited for us to arrive.

Not wanting to suggest in any way what the two of us were actually up to, I looked around the kitchen and found Bones lying under Wayne’s chair. “Oh, well we were just looking for Bones. I hadn’t seen him in a little over an hour.” I looked to Madison for her to back up my fib, but the way her nose scrunched up, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“Well, that’s odd. Madison knew he was coming with me to the house,” Wayne said.

I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I wanted to fucking die.

Thankfully Madison had enough sense to change the topic, not that Wayne would ever,
ever
forget this. The man had a mind like a steel trap; nothing escaped. “What do you guys want for lunch? Tomato soup and grilled cheese? I’ll head to the market tonight, Daddy.”

“Sounds good, Madi.” Wayne turned his attention to me. “Jensen, why don’t you join us and we’ll deal you into the next hand.”

With a smile from Madison before she opened the fridge to grab what she would need for lunch, I walked over to the table for what I expected to be the most awkward card game in the history of man.

Chapter 30. Something is Amiss

“
I
won’t be long,” Madison told me as we entered Wayne’s place after closing up the barn for the night. “I just need to make a quick list of what all he’ll need for the week.”

With Bones on our heels, we walked into the house, and the smell of Wayne grilling his food in the backyard hit me. When I recognized Wayne’s dinner as steak, I grew concerned—especially considering her stomach was still a little sensitive.

She looked up at me with a smile, though. “Guess Dad’s about to eat. Come on, this’ll only take a second.” She tugged me into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Dad! I’m here!”

“Hey, Madi! I’m just out here cooking. I’ll be right in,” he replied.

“No, that’s okay. No rush. I’m just checking to see what all you need from town. Is there anything non-food related? Razors? Shaving cream? Shampoo? Anything?” she inquired, bending over to rifle through the fridge a little.

“Nah, just groceries, kiddo. Thanks.”

Madison closed the fridge and pulled a pad of paper and a pen from the drawer next to it so she could jot a few things down. Then, she moved to the pantry and looked around in there. As she started writing a few more things on the pad in her hand, Wayne entered the room with a plate in one hand and a beer in the other. “Hey, Dad.”

“Evenin’,” he replied, setting his dinner on the counter. “I’m just going to go wash up before eating. Feel free to leave the pup here. If I don’t see you kids when I get back, you have a good trip into town.”

I noticed Madison’s eyes wander to the very rare steak, and I feared the worst. “Madi, why don’t you go grab the truck? I can finish the list,” I suggested, in hopes to get her out of the house before she threw up all over Wayne’s meal.

“Hmm?” she asked, almost as though she wasn’t really focused on anything. “Oh, um. No. I’m almost done. You can go grab the truck, though. I’ll meet you out there.”

“You’re sure?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, offering me a smile that seemed off.

Nodding, I backed out of the kitchen, watching her the entire time and hoping that she didn’t get sick. Once I felt certain she was okay, I walked out the front door and toward our place to grab the truck. I pulled to a stop outside Wayne’s place minutes later and waited for Madison to appear. She didn’t. Guessing that she probably got caught up in a conversation with her dad, I went back inside.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I witnessed upon entering; Madison had just shoved a forkful of dripping red meat into her mouth and was chewing eagerly while she cut into another slice.

“Madison, what the hell—?” both Wayne and I said in unison as he entered the kitchen from the other entrance.

The silverware clattered to the plate as Madison brought her right hand up to her lips, swallowing the masticated piece of meat in her mouth. “Oh, God,” she mumbled through her fingers, her eyes darting back and forth between her father and me like she had no idea what she’d just done. “I—I—” She dropped her gaze to the steak on the counter. “Sorry?”

Wayne seemed concerned as he stepped closer to Madison. “You feeling okay? You know that’s real beef, right? Not like that ham you try to pass off as real pork?” Even though I was still really fucking confused and worried about what we just walked in on, I smirked.

Madison’s hand fell from her lips, her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “You know about that?” she asked, evading the first half of what he said.

“Never mind that …” He picked up the steak, and I watched Madison eye it, licking her lips and then looking ashamed. “What’s going on?”

Frowning, Madison shook her head. “I don’t know. It just smelled so good. Maybe my iron’s low? I’m so sorry.”

It wasn’t iron; there was something much deeper to blame here.

“We should go,” I suggested as my mind ran rampant with thoughts that maybe we hadn’t actually dodged the bullet like we originally thought this week.

Madison smiled sheepishly at her father before dropping her eyes to the floor as she crossed the room to me. She seemed almost disappointed in herself for indulging in a little red meat, when she really had no reason to be. Clearly, her body was craving something it needed. Probably for a good reason.

We drove in silence for about fifteen minutes before I finally spoke. “Do you want to talk about what happened back there?”

“I honestly don’t know. One minute, I’m finishing up the list, and the next, I’m staring at Dad’s steak, practically salivating. I’ll make an appointment with my doctor to have my iron levels checked. I’m sure that’s all it is,” she said, but there was something in her voice that told me she might not believe her own theory.

“What if it’s not?” I said, tightening my grip on the wheel and waiting for her to get angry.

Through my periphery, I saw Madison turn to me. “Well, what else could it be?” she asked with a light laugh.

“What if you’re pregnant?”

Her laugh died in her throat. “Pregnant? Maybe you’ve forgotten, but I got my period on Sunday. I’m not pregnant.”

She sounded pretty convinced. Who knew; maybe it was just low iron and
I
was over-reacting.

“You’re sure?” I asked. “Should we pick up a test? You know … just to be sure?”

“Jensen. I’m not pregnant. I think I’d know by now.” Honestly, it sounded more and more like Madison was in denial. “While we’re in town, we need to pick up some food for camping too. Ice for the cooler, food, drinks.” She was changing the topic, probably hoping I would let it go.

“Drinks?” I asked, still ninety-nine percent certain I was right.

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. Water, maybe some tequila—because you know Kyle’s going to want to go there.”

“I’d really feel better if we just picked up a test,” I tried to suggest, only to be shot down again. She told me that because her period was earlier than she expected that a test probably wouldn’t even give us a conclusive answer, and that she would talk to her doctor the following week when she went to discuss her iron levels.