Wicked Burn (32 page)

Donny shrugged as he shuffled over to the refrigerator, still looking half asleep. “The cops were over at my house last night,” he mumbled. “All those flashing red lights sort of make sleeping difficult.”

Niall and Meg exchanged a pointed glance. “What were the cops doing there?” Niall asked.

“Busting my brother Jake for armed robbery,” Donny said dully. He uncapped the milk jug and started filling glasses in a listless fashion.

“I thought Jake was in Pontiac,” Meg said, referring to the prison.

“He got out last week. Guess he missed it, cuz it didn’t take him long to buy a ticket back,” Donny said with a mirthless grin.

“Well,
shit
,” Meg muttered, shedding her principal persona in her compassion for what the boy had to endure on a regular basis.

“Yeah,” Donny agreed, giving the impression that he thought Meg’s description was pretty much dead-on. “Hey, Tim,” he said a second later when Meg’s husband came into the kitchen. “I saw Vic taking off on Traveler just now, so I guess he’s not eating,” Donny informed them.

Niall’s heart seemed to grow heavier in her chest at Donny’s casual statement. Was Vic back to ignoring her again so quickly? She took a deep, fortifying breath, determined not to be conquered by her fears and insecurities on such a glorious morning.

During breakfast Donny mentioned that he was going to be exercising some of the horses in the corral.

“Are you going to exercise Velvet?” Niall asked.

Donny nodded as he shoved a spoonful of oatmeal in his mouth.

“Well, maybe I could come out and watch—sort of meet her.” She paused when she saw Donny’s surprised expression. “Velvet is the one that you said maybe I could try to ride, isn’t it?”

Donny swallowed rapidly. “Yeah, but I thought you were too scared to try and ride.”

“Well, let’s take things a step at a time,” Niall said with a nervous laugh. “I’m not promising anything, but maybe if Velvet and I could get used to each other . . . Well, we’ll see.”

“
Awesome,
” Donny muttered before he started shoveling his oatmeal into his mouth with notably increased energy and enthusiasm.

Meg caught Niall’s eye and winked. Niall’s cheeks grew slightly hot at her friend’s subtle acknowledgment that she knew what Niall was doing. Niall supposed it was a small enough sacrifice to make in order to lift Donny out of his gloomy mood.

Or at least she thought that until she was standing outside the corral fence later, watching Donny send Velvet through her paces. Velvet was a beautiful, sleek mare that Niall supposed was rather small and delicate when it came to the average size of horses in general.

But the soft-eyed creature had looked absolutely enormous when Donny had brought her over to the fence a moment ago. The horse’s nervous prancing at being restrained when she’d just been running free a moment ago evoked an old, unnamed terror in Niall. She knew logically that she was perfectly safe, but she’d still been uncommonly relieved when Donny turned the mare’s head for another turn about the corral.

She put her arms up on the highest rung of the fence and watched as Velvet took a small jump at Donny’s urging. It was amazing how much she enjoyed observing the beautiful animal in action when it was at a distance versus within feet of her. She didn’t want to disappoint Donny, but she was doubtful that she’d ever conquer her fear sufficiently to be able to get on a horse’s back.

The storm last night had broken the hot spell. The temperature was currently in the low seventies, and the sun felt pleasant on her back and neck. She grew so comfortable and drowsy watching Donny and Velvet that she didn’t notice the muted sound of a horse’s hooves approaching in the grass behind her. A familiar voice called to her.

“Niall.”

Niall turned around, blinking in disorientation into the bright sunlight that was partially blocked by an enormous dark shadow.

“Give me your hand.”

She reached up instinctively, before conscious thought struck her brain. She rocketed through the air abruptly, as if on a jet-propelled elevator. Strong hands gripped beneath her armpits.

And the next thing she knew, she was sitting on an enormous horse between Vic’s long, muscular thighs.

He chirruped softly and flicked the reins with a subtle movement of his wrist.

“Oh!” Niall muttered in amazement when Traveler turned around and headed back toward the barn. For a second she felt her world tottering off balance, but then Vic’s thighs tightened around her and his left arm rose to encircle her waist, anchoring her in place. Niall heard a loud whoop in the distance and dared to turn her head slightly toward the corral. Donny was waving and laughing as he raced Velvet in their direction.

“Just relax. I’ve got you,” Vic murmured near her ear.

A shiver of pure excitement rippled through her, mixing with her anxiety. Their bodies pressed so tightly together that she could almost feel the vibrations from his low, rumbling voice resonating from his chest to her back. It thrilled her to feel the big, powerful horse moving beneath her, but it was the male animal behind her that made her heart pound even harder than it had when Vic had first plopped her in the saddle before him.

“It feels so strange,” Niall muttered as Vic slightly shifted the reins again and Traveler obligingly turned onto one of the horse paths that led out of the stables. A warm, wonderful feeling pervaded her when she heard Vic’s soft laughter.

“Strange bad or strange good?”

“Strange good, I think,” she replied in a hushed voice, still trying to absorb the myriad unusual sensations that barraged her.

Vic’s big hand spread across her waist and belly, pushing her even more snugly into him. Niall bit her lower lip so as not to moan at the exquisite sensation of being held so tightly in his embrace.

“Don’t fight the movement of the horse,” he breathed close to her ear, causing goose bumps to rise on her neck. “Move with it, Niall. The horse doesn’t just
carry
you, it’s a joint venture. That’s why they call it
riding
,” he added with a chuckle that made her nipples tighten.

But despite her excitement and her desire to please Vic, her muscles were still tense and rigid from the abruptness and novelty of the experience. She gave a muffled cry of alarm when Vic encouraged the horse to increase its pace.

“Shhh,” he soothed softly next to her ear. “Just focus on Traveler’s rhythm. Feel it with your body.”

It was Vic’s body that Niall focused on almost exclusively, however, even as the landscape rolled past her vision at an alarming speed. As if Vic had read her mind, he lifted her body slightly so that her thighs partially rested on his. Niall’s eyes went wide. She whimpered. The new position also placed her pussy directly on Vic’s balls and the root of his penis. She was painfully aware that she didn’t want to jostle and crush that sensitive part of him with her body weight. The realization forced her to match the rhythm of both the animal and the man.

“That’s a girl,” Vic muttered huskily. “Now you’re riding.”

Pride swelled in her breast even as arousal spread in her sex like a molten river flowing out to every cell in her body. It felt so good, so singularly hot to move to the primitive tempo that the horse set while Vic’s hard, male body surged and settled rhythmically beneath her own. She could easily sense his tension and arousal. His cock pressed into the furrow of her ass cheeks like a stiff, straining pillar. Traveler’s movements beneath them created tiny, electrical pulsations against Niall’s increasingly sensitive sex. The friction built until it was nearly unbearable when Vic prompted Traveler to go even faster.

Niall moaned in agony. Sweat beaded her upper lip and chest. The world flew past her, but all she was aware of was the man who held her so tightly against him, rocking her against his steely, hot flesh until she thought she would explode.

“Vic,
please
. . .” she muttered helplessly.

“I know. We’re headed back,” he said in a strained tone. Niall vaguely recognized that he’d turned Traveler around and that they were approaching the stables at a rapid clip.

She existed inside a sun-gilded world of voluptuous excitement and sinuous movement. She’d never been as sexually excited in her life as she was when Traveler slowed outside the stables. Her arousal felt like some kind of biological imperative that she couldn’t have denied any more than she could will herself to stop breathing.

“
Donny!
” Vic swung his leg over the back of the enormous horse and lowered himself to the ground in one swift movement that he made look as easy as walking. Niall gasped when he reached up, grabbed her by the waist, and brought her down next to him with nearly as much ease. Her eyes widened when she looked up and saw how rigid his face was . . . how greatly his light eyes glowed with lust.

She wasn’t even aware that Donny ran up behind them until Vic spoke.

“See to Traveler, please,” he said tersely before he grasped Niall’s hand in his and pulled her toward the cottage.

Niall felt dazed as she stood in Vic’s dim, cool kitchen and watched him shut the front door and lock it with a decisive flip of his wrists.

“No interruptions,” he said with a pointed look when he turned to face her.

“No interruptions,” Niall agreed wholeheartedly before she stepped into his arms.

EIGHTEEN

She strained up to find his mouth, groaning in immense satisfaction when he dipped his head and met her with equal hunger. The taste of his salty sweat on her tongue caused a fever to sweep through her. She gave herself wholly to the exquisite sensations that flooded her body, pressing her achy nipples into Vic’s hard chest, rubbing her hips and thighs against his muscles, pulsing her pussy and belly against his cock, which strained tightly against denim. Without ever making a conscious decision to do so, she stepped back slightly and began to rip frantically at the fly of his jeans. An unbearable torment plagued her, and Niall knew only Vic’s cock plunging deep inside of her would assuage that hurt.

Vic broke their kiss roughly when she shoved down his fitted, dark blue cotton boxer briefs and fisted the pillar of his penis. Tears sprinkled down her cheek at the blessed, familiar sensation of his teeming, heavy, hot flesh in her hand.

“I want you so much,” she confessed shakily as she looked up at him through the shimmering window of her tears.

“
Fuck,
” Vic whispered tensely beneath his breath. His fingers rose to her waistband, where he unsnapped her jeans with even greater haste than she’d unfastened his. “Hold on to me, Niall,” he ordered as he bent to pull her jeans and panties down over her thighs. Niall quickly kicked off her sandals before he swept her clothing down over her ankles and off her feet one at a time.

Then Vic was lifting her into the air again . . . this time to ride him instead of his horse.

Niall gasped softly when he backed her against the wall. Her hands went up to grasp his shoulders in a white-knuckled grip. She glanced down between their bodies and watched, wide-eyed, as he arrowed his ruddy penis into her. She cried out when he thrust his hips and the fat head of his cock pushed into her body. It had been so long since he’d stretched her channel over his girth. Niall found that despite her immense desire, her unaccustomed body resisted him at first. Her legs widened and then encircled his waist tighter as she struggled to accommodate him.

Vic grunted in animal-like pleasure as she opened herself farther to him. He bucked his hips in three powerful thrusts that seated his cock completely in her body. Niall shut her eyes and bit his shoulder to still her screams at the harsh impact of having his cock filling her completely once again. It felt overwhelming. She instinctively tightened her leg muscles around him as well as her inner muscles, holding him fast inside her . . . never wanting to let go.

Vic responded to her muscular caress by giving a feral growl and proceeding to pump her with a hard, relentless rhythm. Niall screamed into his rising and falling shoulder, the sound muffled by his hard flesh. His cock rubbed and agitated her depths even as his balls and pelvis slapped and pressed against her moist, sensitive outer tissues and erect clit, making her nerve endings burn. He held her body steady with his hands beneath her ass. Niall had no choice but to completely take every driving thrust—the wall behind her, and Vic’s flexing arms working her back and forth over his engorged penis, increased the pressure and friction exponentially.

He bent his head and placed his face at the juncture of her shoulder and neck before he proceeded to nail her to the wall with a brutal force and tempo. Niall lifted her face and screamed out loud as she came more explosively than she ever had in her life. A few seconds later Vic’s triumphant shout mingled with her cries of pleasure. More tears scattered down her flushed cheeks at the sensation of his cock throbbing while his seed jetted powerfully into her womb.

 

 

Vic’s lungs moved like a bellows as he tried to slow his out-of-control breathing. He hitched Niall higher in his arms until her bottom rested on the hard ridge of his bent forearm. He pressed himself tightly against her, sandwiching her gently between his body and the wall. Their bellies and chests expanded and contracted against one another in agitated bursts that slowly segued to a sinuous, shared rhythm.

Vic closed his eyes and nuzzled the fragrant skin at Niall’s neck. He never wanted to think again. He just wanted to feel.

He just wanted to feel
this.

When the unwelcome thought eventually did reach his lust-scorched brain that he couldn’t keep Niall pressed against a hard wall forever, he backed away, fully taking her weight in his arms. She made a muffled sound of alarm near his ear at the movement.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’m taking you to the bedroom,” he informed her gruffly.