Miss Spencer Rides Astride (Heroines on Horseback) (22 page)

“William,” she gasped. He paused in his motions, concern on his face.

“Did I hurt you?”

She nodded, then she shook her head. “I don’t know.”

He looked serious. “Let me see what I can do.”

Slowly, gently, he rocked his hips, kissing her sweetly as he moved, letting his lips and tongue move in tandem with his body’s rhythm. Grainne felt her body relax again, and she swung her hips as well, swaying as if she was cantering in the saddle. She sighed, a long delighted sigh of pleasure, and wound her fingers into William’s hair. He took heart and sped up the pace.
 

“Oh!” she cried, and tried to keep up, but she could not, and the pleasure was overwhelming her again. William’s hands slipped from her face and suddenly he was cupping her buttocks, his hands tipping up her hips, and she could see him rearing up above her, his magnificent body flinging back the blanket, and as the cold air bit at her breasts she cried out, the starbursts in her eyes again, and he shouted at as he reached his climax, and behind them the two horses ate at their hay and ignored the humans with steadfast equine patience.

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“We mustn’t nap here all day,” William said a few minutes, a few hours, a few days later. “We will be caught out in the road after dark.”

“I’m not afraid of the dark,” Grainne said lazily. She ran her fingers lightly over his bare chest, smiling as his muscles tensed. “Let’s just live in this barn. There is hay enough for the horses, and I do not feel like ever leaving this bed of straw.”

“Silly girl.” He kissed her. “You must think me a stableboy in truth, darling Grainne. But the fact is I am sadly spoilt lordling, and I shall not go without a bottle and a good dinner tonight. My mind is quite set upon it.”

She laughed at him. “Spoilt, are you? I shall soon enough put a stop to that. I am a country lass, and you shall be my country lad.”

“That is all very charming,” William teased, putting on his shirt. “But this country lad is not giving up his French cook, nor his butler and footmen, nor his housekeeper and maids. Do you have objections, my dear country lass, to being waited upon hand and foot?”

Grainne buttoned up her habit with practiced fingers. “Only do not let them try to groom my horse for me, William. There are some things a girl must do for herself.”

Half-dressed as she was, hair about her face and stocking feet in a pile of straw, William thought her the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He pulled her close and gave her a long, searching kiss. She looked up at him with starry eyes. “I shall inform the grooms,” he told her seriously. “That they are never to lift a finger to help you.”

Grainne burst into laughter and pummeled her husband on the chest. “William, my love, you always say just the right thing. Now, let’s go find you your supper.”

“And then, home,” he said softly.

“Home,” she repeated. And Grainne smiled.

About the Author

Sydney Alexander has been a horsewoman all of her life, riding horses from a young age at whatever stable would let her work off riding lessons and trail rides. After a long competitive career in show-jumping, eventing, and dressage, she now volunteers with a therapeutic riding center, helping children and adults grow through the power and love of horses. A love of historical fiction convinced her to combine her passions for writing and riding into creating the
Heroines on Horseback
collection of romances. Sydney spends most of her days typing and drinking coffee, and lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York.

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