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Because I wanted Ethan to myself. I wanted to own his words, his smile, his outdoor, masculine scent. I didn’t intend to share one tiny piece of him.

  The van grew larger, and I tucked my hair behind my ears. I’d washed it especially this morning, and it was a little flyaway. I’d added lipstick and mascara too, something I didn’t bother with unless the farrier was due.

  The chickens scuttled past me, and I was glad the day was warm. It meant the tight red T-shirt I’d teamed with my jodhpurs showed off my breasts and I didn’t have to shiver to flaunt what I had.

  Flaunt. It was beyond silly to flaunt what I had to Ethan. As if he’d ever want me. He likely had a sexy little thing tucked up in bed waiting for him to return from work and screw her senseless. She’d be petite, pretty, a smile-a-minute kind of girl. They’d go to the movies, out for pizza, and plan trips to foreign cities to broaden their minds.

  The van clattered over the grid.

  I saw his face through the shadows of the windscreen. He raised his hand in greeting and drew to a halt.

  I untied Misty from the hook on the stable wall and led her to the centre of the yard. The shoe on her front fore was loose and sent a metallic tinkle echoing into the barn. The noise was different from the sound her other hooves made, and I’d be glad to get the shoe replaced.

  ‘Bora da,’ Ethan said, climbing out of the van and stretching to his full height.

  ‘Hi.’ I didn’t reply in Welsh.

  Ethan could speak it fluently, or so he’d told me. Even though I’d lived in the country for ten years, I’d never got round to familiarising myself with more than the road signs.

  ‘Nice day.’ He pulled open the van’s back doors.

  ‘Yes, beautiful.’

  He glanced at me and grinned.

  Oh, it was such an enticing smile. His teeth were white, his skin tanned and his hair sun-kissed. He wore tattered jeans with worn brown leather chaps, clumpy boots and a black T-shirt with a small horseshoe embroidered over his left pec. Beneath it Burrows Remedial Farrier was stitched in gold.

  ‘So what’s the problem?’ he asked, lifting out his anvil.

  Damn the way the material on his top stretched over his shoulders.

  I opened my mouth but forgot what I was going to say.

  When I didn’t answer, he looked up at me. ‘The problem?’

  ‘Yes, loose shoe. Did a lot of road work at the weekend.’

  ‘Shouldn’t take long.’ He dumped a toolkit on the ground next to his anvil and then came towards me.

  Misty watched him. So did I.

  He bent, arse facing my way, and scooped up Misty’s leg.

  She continued to chew what hay remained in her mouth, not caring that one of the most beautiful men in the world was examining her foot while I took in the glorious sight of his buttocks. His jeans were faded to perfection, and the way the chaps fastened around his thighs and waist was delicious.

  He set Misty’s foot down. ‘Yeah, I’ll change that now.’

  ‘Thanks.’

  He withdrew a tool from his back pocket, and the muscles running down the sides of his spine flexed and danced beneath the material of his top as he set about removing the useless shoe.

  ‘So how have you been?’ he asked.

  ‘Good. What about you?’

  ‘Busy.’ He tossed the worn shoe into a metal pot at the back of his van. ‘But can’t complain, keeps a roof over my head and food on the table.’

  The way he spoke was divine. His words all soft and deep with a rolling lilt to the vowels.

  He picked up a new, shiny shoe and placed it on the anvil. He gave it several hard whacks with a hammer, biceps bulging, and then picked up Misty’s foot again.

  ‘So your divorce is all through now?’ he asked.

  I stared, unblinking, at his arse. He’d remembered. ‘Er, yes.’

  ‘You must be glad, huh?’

  ‘Definitely. Much better off without that cheating loser dragging me down.’

  He huffed, then began to file Misty’s hoof. His T-shirt slipped up his back, exposing a patch of sexy golden skin.

  I blew out a breath and wondered what that strip of skin would smell like, how it would feel against my fingertips, how it would taste coated in sex-sweat.

  He began to bang the new shoe into place, his biceps and the round of his shoulder bunching.

  Misty was impervious. I, however, had lust racing around my system. I’d have to find some relief later, when I was alone. Ethan had the ability to turn me into a rampant masturbator after he’d been to the yard.

  I fiddled distractedly with Misty’s grey forelock and created a little fantasy about Ethan fucking me in the hay barn. He’d be all strong and confident, but tender and sweet too. I’d orgasm around his big cock, cling to those thick shoulders of his, maybe pull my nails down his back, marking his acres of perfect skin.

  What would his simpering little girlfriend say when he got home and she saw those red lines?

  ‘There, all done.’ Ethan set down Misty’s hoof and turned to me. His cheeks were flushed and his brow a little damp with exertion.

  ‘Thanks.’ I urged her to step forward and was pleased to hear all four shoes making the same solid sound. ‘I’ll put her into the paddock, then settle up.’

  ‘Yep.’ He wiped his forearm over his forehead and reached into his van.

  I walked away, wishing he hadn’t turned to his van. I would have loved, for one moment, to pretend that maybe, just maybe, he was looking at my retreating arse – which wasn’t that bad; riding Misty several times a week was damn good at firming my gluteus maximus.

  But he didn’t look, he wasn’t looking.

  I opened the gate to the paddock and Misty went through, head in the air, searching for her friends on the other side of the field. After unclipping her headcollar, I gave her a final pat and she cantered off, neck arched and tail flying.

  Walking back, I twisted the lead rope into a coil and watched as Ethan popped the ring-pull on a can of Coke and took a long slug. Damn, the man could audition for any Diet Coke advert and knock all the other contenders out of the water.

  ‘Here.’ I pulled twenty pounds from the tiny pocket in my jodhpurs.

  ‘Cheers.’ He placed the drink in the back section of his van, folded the note and shoved it into his pocket.

  ‘So I guess we’ll see you again in three weeks.’

  ‘Yes.’ He glanced at the sky and then set his attention on me. ‘Let’s hope this weather lasts.’

  I nodded. ‘It’s gorgeous.’

  He tipped his head; the right side of his mouth twitched. ‘Yes … it is.’

  My heart-rate picked up, my mouth dried and my nipples tingled. If only he was talking about me that way, with that soft admiration in his eyes.

  But no. He was too young. He’d never look at an older woman like me and consider using the word ‘gorgeous’.

  Would he?

  I stepped away, gesturing to the barn. ‘I, er … best get on. Sort out the haynets and that.’

  He glanced at my breasts and rubbed his fingers down his jawline. The sound of flesh on stubble grated in the quiet stillness of the yard. ‘Yes, you do that.’

  I clenched my fists and wandered into the barn. I glanced at my chest. As I’d suspected, my nipples were hard little pebbles poking against the inside of my bra and were visible through my top.

  God, what must he think? Randy old woman, desperate for attention.

  I reached for a hay bale that had toppled down and dragged it up my body, attempting to stack it high.

  ‘Let me do that.’

  Ethan was right next to me. Close. His arm brushed my shoulder, and he curled his fingers into the orange string that held the bale together. He tugged it from my grip and, seemingly without effort, threw it up to where I’d hoped to shuffle and shove it.

  ‘Thanks,’ I said.

  He stayed next to me, his body heat radiating onto my already hot arms, and his scent – wood, smoke, horse
s – mixing with the earthy, sweet smell of hay.

  He snagged his bottom lip with his teeth, then, ‘Anything else I can help you with, Lynn?’

  The way he said my name, that alone was enough to shoot yet another salvo of lust into my veins. ‘Er, no, that’s fine, thanks.’

  ‘Are you sure?’ He raised his eyebrows, and a slim crease ploughed across his forehead.

  Well, you could kiss me, fuck me, make me scream your name right there, on those bales.

  ‘Yes,’ I managed. ‘I’m sure.’

  He reached up and with his knuckles pushed my hair over my right shoulder.

  The slight graze of his skin against my body was like having someone take away the strength in my legs.

  ‘I think maybe …’ he said quietly, ‘there is something else I can help you with.’

  ‘You do?’ I swallowed; my stomach was tight, my breathing shallow.

  ‘Yeah, well …’ He shifted from one foot to the other. ‘I think it could be of mutual benefit.’

  I looked down. I couldn’t help myself. His words, the way he’d said them, it was too much of a temptation.

  My heart-rate rocketed. I could hear my pulse in my ears. A thick bulge had appeared behind his fly, the outline of his cock clearly visible.

  ‘Ethan … what …?’ I pressed my palm over my mouth. I didn’t know what to say. What to do.

  He smiled again and leaned his head closer to mine. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and urged my hand from my face. ‘Lynn, I was looking forward to seeing you today as it was, but this tight red top of yours …’ He paused and nodded at my chest that was rising and falling rapidly with my breaths. ‘It’s my undoing.’

  ‘It is?’ Was this really happening?

  ‘Yeah, I’ve been waiting for your divorce to come through to see if … you know …’

  ‘No, I don’t know.’

  ‘See if you fancied a romp in the hay.’ He chuckled.

  ‘But …?’ He wanted to romp, with me?

  ‘But what? We’re both single now.’ He swept his lips over mine. They were soft and a little damp.

  ‘Are you? Single, that is?’ I asked.

  ‘Yeah, have been for a while. Thinking I might take my chances with an older woman.’

  Oh, God, I was going to erupt soon, either that or wake the hell up. ‘You do realise that I’m much older.’

  ‘What’s a decade between friends … or lovers?’

  ‘I think that may be decades, in the plural. I’m forty-five.’

  He shrugged and came closer still. ‘And I’m twenty-seven, so not quite.’ He slid his hands up my arms, over my shoulders, and cupped my face. ‘What do you say? Are you up for making this day even hotter?’

  I was dreaming, that must be it. And if that were the case, well, I could do whatever I wanted. It was my dream.

  I nodded, losing myself in the dark flecks of blue in his eyes.

  Suddenly, his mouth landed squarely on mine; he pushed his tongue between my teeth and groaned.

  I gasped at the urgency of his kiss and clung to his shoulders. The solidity of his body beneath served only to ramp up my desire. Winding my tongue around his, I let the sugary Coke flavour of him melt into my taste buds. I felt heady with it, light and carefree.

  I also wanted to lose the clothes.

  ‘You’re so damn sexy,’ he murmured, kissing my cheek. ‘You always make me drive away from this yard with a hard-on.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Yeah, really.’

  OK, time to get on with this. I pulled at his T-shirt, and he stepped away briefly to discard it. His chest was as beautiful as I’d imagined it to be, his nipples small and dark, a scattering of pale-brown hair over his sternum.

  He didn’t let me admire for long but quickly yanked at my top and flung it behind him as soon as it was over my head. He looked at me greedily and palmed my breasts.

  ‘Yes, more …’ I arched my back, losing myself in the pleasure of his touch.

  The front clasp undid, and the weight of my flesh filled his palms. He kissed me again, tugged at my nipples and swept his tongue over my lips.

  ‘Over there,’ he said, nodding behind me. ‘And strip, woman, I need to see you. All of you.’ There was urgency in his tone.

  I hurried to pull off my riding boots, struggled with my tight jodhpurs, and then stood in nothing but a pair of small red knickers and watched him shuck his jeans.

  The laces on his clumpy boots slowed him down, which meant I got to enjoy the show of him losing his chaps and denims. A horse whinnied in the distance, and the chickens paraded across the yard again, clucking to announce their presence. But my attention was on Ethan, all of Ethan.

  His hair flopped around his face as he kicked his jeans aside. His black boxer briefs were tented by his cock, and his abdomen was tense, the muscles sculpted and honed by his job.

  He wore a seductive, appreciative smile as he looked at me. ‘Like what you see?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes.’ I hesitated. ‘Do you?’

  ‘Fuck, do you even need to ask?’ He cupped his cock through his boxers and stepped up to me. ‘I’m hard enough to hammer all the damn nails I own.’

  In one swift movement, I was in his arms and he was lowering me to the bed of hay. The thin wisps felt strange on my skin, prickly yet soft. Ethan felt different too, different from any other man I’d ever been with. He was bigger, stronger, and his desire for me seemed to flow off him in waves.

  ‘I need to taste you.’ His lips travelled down my neck, over my collarbone, and then he laved first my right then my left nipple.

  I shot my fingers into his hair and fluttered my eyes shut. His mouth was so hot, his tongue so firm.

  After a few luscious moments he sat, curled his fingers into my knickers and yanked them down my legs. ‘Spread.’

  I did as instructed. Hay poked at my buttocks, and the warm air washed over my pussy.

  ‘Oh, yeah.’ He gave me a sinful look. ‘I may be some time.’

  He settled between my legs and without preamble swept his tongue through my folds.

  I drew up my knees, arched my back and stared at a swallow’s nest in the eaves of the barn. His attention went to my clit. He circled and stroked it, building up a pressure that was already growing.

  ‘Ethan, yes, please, more …’

  He gave it. Pushing two, maybe three fingers into my entrance. I was wet for him, and my arousal eased the way.

  I clenched around the invasion. Wondered if he’d make me come like this, because I would, soon. This was better than any fantasy. I bucked and writhed, twisted my nipples and became lost in the moment.

  ‘Baby, no …’ He was suddenly above me, his chin coated in my juice. ‘Not yet, ride me.’ He rolled off, shoving his boxers down at the same time.

  I was panting; the coil of lust in my belly was ready to release. ‘OK.’ I stared at his cock as it sprang free. Thick and twisted with veins, it rose from a patch of pale-brown hair.

  I didn’t need telling twice. I straddled his hips and let my entrance pout over his cockhead.

  ‘Ah, yeah,’ he said, spreading his hands on my thighs and widening his eyes. ‘Do it, do it, Lynn, the way we both need it.’

  I sank down, feeling the domed head of his dick ease into me. He was wide, his girth impressive, but I could take him. I would take him. I allowed my head to fall back. I shut my eyes and rejoiced in the exquisite sensation of being filled by hot male cock, not silicone, real live flesh that pulsed and twitched as I took it in as deep as I could.

  My clit butted against his hard body, my arse landed on the top of his thighs.

  ‘That feels fucking amazing.’ He stared up at me. ‘Fuck!’

  ‘Yes, fuck …’ I began to move. Gyrating my hips, back and forth, lifting up and down. Squeezing my internal muscles over and over, hugging him tight.

  ‘Ah … yeah, more baby …’ he said, bucking up to meet me.

  I increased the pace.

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sp; He matched what I gave.

  We were wild, animalistic. Our passion had been unleashed. He was a magnificent stallion, I was his wanton mare. My orgasm was galloping towards me, its speed and intensity making me dizzy. I wasn’t sure how I’d cope with the force of it when it hit.

  Still I kept on.

  Ethan suddenly sat. He embraced me tight, kissed me hard. The change in position increased the pressure on my clit and I came. It was swift, powerful, spreading from my pelvis to my head, to my toes. I dragged my fingernails across his back. A tidal wave of bliss shot through my system.

  ‘Yes, Ethan, yes, oh, God, yes …’ I cried against his mouth.

  My release seemed to set off his. He pulled back, stared at me, his teeth gritted and his nose wrinkled. ‘Ahh … Ahh …’ He puffed as he rammed me down harder onto his cock, penetrating me even deeper. ‘That’s it … fucking hell … yeah.’

  He shut his eyes, and I cradled the back of his head as his orgasm ravished his body. He trembled; his skin was damp and he held his breath for several seconds.

  ‘Fuck …’ he said then kissed me again.

  Indeed. Fuck we had. Spectacularly. It had been everything I’d ever hoped it would be and more. Ethan Burrows had burrowed deep and hit the spot. He’d likely spoiled me for all other men with his youthful beauty, eager cock and sinful smile.

  I heard a noise behind me, rhythmic banging, footsteps on concrete.

  I was in a daze, high on coming. It was my imagination.

  ‘Shit,’ Ethan said, his attention flicking over my shoulder.

  A lump of fear stuck in my chest. I turned. Angharad, the elderly owner of the yard, stood in the entrance of the barn. She was partially silhouetted by the sunshine, but I could see she wore her usual boots, tweed jacket and headscarf. She also had her hands on her hips.

  ‘What the bloody hell is going on here?’ she asked, shock in her tone.

  I went to move, extract myself from Ethan’s arms. But what was the point? We’d been caught red-handed, in the buff, his cock still wedged in my cunt. There was no excuse, no words to explain what we were doing or what was going on.

  Because it was exactly as she suspected, and I hadn’t felt so good in a very long time.

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