Second Chances (17 page)

“Fuck you, asshole.” Grey shot back.

“You like her, a lot. Admit it.” Matt didn’t need Grey to confirm a damn thing. He could sit up there on his
high
horse
as long as he wanted, but it was going to be fucking awesome to see him fall off the damn thing and straight into Miss Claira’s heart.

When grey didn’t bite at his bait Matt decided to let it go and focus on a different piece of the puzzle.
“We can’t keep her locked up at the farm, Grey. She’s sweet, and
very
innocent, but she’s got a job and who says she wants us bossin’ her around?”

“If she doesn’t like it
then she can start talking. She obviously likes you two well enough to make the effort.” Grey’s frozen cock twitched between his legs at the memory of her bare breasts, wet with suds, bouncing as she rode Mason’s hand in the tub. He knew, without a doubt, what Mason had done to her tight little ass to make her fall apart like that. He stood up in the stirrups, adjusting himself as he let out a curse. “Fuck, these peas are melted.”

“She’ll want you, too, when you stop bein’ a dick and give her a chance.” Matt squirmed, his saddle feeling more and more like a frozen torture chair to his balls. At least he’d had some release this morning. God had he ever. He didn’t know how Mason had held back and he sure as hell didn’t know why Grey’s balls hadn’t exploded already. It wasn’t just because Claira was so beautiful. This thing inside him that pulled him to her was brutal and relentless.

Grey grunted a cryptic response and heeled his paint to a brisk trot once they hit the clearing at the top of the bluff. Wondering what Mason and Claira were doing back at the ranch, Matt spurred his horse to a gallop and caught up with his brother, the ache in his groin growing more punishing with every stride. Whatever it was, it had to be more fun than this. Good-time Charlie wasn’t having a very good time, at all.

Mason smiled, his hand slowing to a stop on top of his newly acquired stallion when he heard the front barn door swing open. Claira’s shapely silhouette appeared against the bright sun that lit the yard behind her. When the door closed and the dim light of the barn enveloped her, he could see she was still wearing the scrub bottoms the hospital gave her to replace her torn and blood stained skirt. The memory of seeing her limp and white as a ghost as she sat in that hospital bed made his heart take a momentary dive. Seeing his tee shirt swallowing her up caused a whole other organ to stand at attention.

She walked carefully toward him, shying away from the big animal between them, her ey
es watching the horse warily from where she stopped a few stalls down. The beast was enormous. Seeing Mason petting it as if it were no bigger than a dog sent a strange wave of pride through her.  His big hands looked small moving across the massive expanse of its back and shoulders, yet he exuded such a sense of control and mastery in his touch. She wondered if the horse felt the same calm as she did when he touched her.

“He’s beautiful,” she said, stepping back when the horse turned its head and looked at her.

“Easy, boy.” Mason’s soothing voice crooned to the horse as he slid his hands around the horse’s chest and up his neck. He stepped around to the other side and reached a hand out to Claira.

Claira froze for a second, but as usual, something in Mason’s eyes and gentle way eased her
anxiety so she reached out and took his hand. He held onto the halter along the horses head and brought her hand up to the horse’s nose. “No sudden movements,” he said calmly. “Just let him smell you.”

Claira’s heart raced in her chest when the animal brushed his nose against her palm, its hot breath dampening her skin when it took in an inquisitive, powerful sniff and snorted it back out again. The whiskers on his nose tickled her skin and she lifted her hand slowly to feel the
grey-black fur on his chin. “It’s so soft,” she gasped in surprise, running her fingertips along the wrinkled velvet, taking care not to get too close to its mouth. When she dropped her hand a little, afraid to push her luck, the horse’s big head dropped and he nudged her hand with his snout.

“
He likes that,” Mason laughed and guided her hand back to the horse. “I think you found another new friend.”

“What’s his name?” Claira aske
d, feeling as if she were touching some mystical creature, sensing the leashed power that stirred within.

Mason rubbed his hands over the horses head, between his eyes and smiled. “He has an official name as long as my arm that reflects his bloodline, but I’ve yet to find a suitable call
name for him. He has an intriguing personality and I can’t quite pin down just one name that fits.”

Claira lowered her hand and slowly moved back, her gaze moving over the horse’s massive form. She suddenly felt so incredibly small and insignificant standing next to two such
incredibly beautiful beings. Something about the way Mason moved around the horse made her stare in awe. It was like he was part of the animal, like they were two halves of a whole.

Mason caught her watching him and she snapped her gaze back to the horse. “His color is almost like a grey mist, with a little blue mixed in.
Like a ghost. It’s very unique.”

He
chuckled and picked up a brush from a nearby table. “He’s a roan.” He reached out and took Claira’s hand, placing the thin round comb in her hand.

“What’s that mean?
Is that like, a breed?” Claira let him guide her to the horse’s side. Placing his hand on top of hers he began stroking the horse’s coat.

“No, it’
s his coloring. He’s technically black, but a rare gene causes his coat to lose its pigment at the end of the strands, turning them white. They’ve never been able to isolate the gene that causes it so it’s not something that can be controlled with breeding. It’s one of nature’s little surprises that mankind hasn’t figured out a way to manipulate yet. I think that’s part of what makes him special.”

Claira studied the way the beast’s color changed as they moved. “It’s like magic.”

Matt’s free arm wrapped around her torso, pulling her against him as he guided her hand in long, sensuous strokes across the horse’s soft, fine coat. The rhythms of their movements were timed perfectly with the horse’s deep breaths and Claira found herself wrapped in a blanket of peace. Neither of them spoke as they moved. The sounds of the brush raking across the course coat, and the horse’s strong lungs pumping one deep breath after another, were the only sounds filling the large space. She took a deep breath, inhaling the unique scents of horse and hay, closing her eyes as she leaned into Mason’s arms and let him guide her body with his. They moved as one, caressing and flowing together like a dance they’d practiced a hundred times.
Magic.

Clair
a felt like she was in a dream, weightless and floating along on a cloud, when Mason’s grip on her loosened. She opened her eyes just as he lowered her onto a bed of hay in one of the stalls, his warm hands roaming and caressing her skin just as they’d moved along the horse. His bright blue eyes were darker, pulsing with the heat and arousal she saw there.

When her hand touched his cheek he turned into her caress and kissed her palm. “I need you,” he whispered softly, his breath tickling her
palm. “Can you take me?”

Her stomach flipped
and her heart fluttered. Feeling swept along in a tide she couldn’t control, she lowered her hand and tugged at his belt. She needed him, too.

She sat up and attacked the buttons on his jeans with both hands, groaning in frustration when the second button snagged and she couldn’t free it to release him.
Mason stood and made quick work of freeing his cock. Toeing off his boots, he shed his jeans and boxers in one swift movement then reached for Claira, but she swatted him away. “I want to taste you,” she said as she stared in fascination, eye level with his swollen cock. She reached up and ran her finger through the pearly drop of fluid on his tip then brought it to her lips, her tongue darting out to lick it off.

Mason grabbe
d his dick and circled the base in a tight fist. “
Jesus,
” he moaned, torn between the need to sink into her tight core and the desire to fill her mouth with more of his come. Did she have any idea how hot that was?

He knew he wouldn’t last a minute in that hot, sweet mouth of hers but he couldn’t deny her pleading expression. He took a step closer
and brushed the swollen head across her plump lips. “Lick it, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, that’s it.”

Claira tilted her head and twirled her tongue around the bulbous
head of Mason’s penis, exploring the soft, silken feel of it under her tongue. Mason’s breath hissed through his teeth when her tongue pushed against the hole, retrieving another drop and swirling it around and down his shaft. His taste was different than she’d expected, salty with a slightly bitter tint.

When her hot tongue flattened out an
d wiggled along his shaft on her way back to his head, Mason thought he’d bust a nut if he didn’t get inside her one way or another. “Open up, sweetheart. Wrap your lips over your teeth.” When she silently complied, Mason placed his hand on the top of her head and guided his cock past her lips. “Oh, fuck yeah! That’s it. Take all of me.”

Claira didn’t think she
could
take all of him. Her lips stretched around his girth and her jaws stretched and ached as he pushed a little deeper and then retreated.

His hands slid down over her cheeks and tilted her head up a little. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

When she looked up into his sedated eyes and saw a familiar ecstasy flow over his face, a feeling of power overwhelmed her. She was doing that to him, giving him pleasure the way he and Matt had done for her. When he bumped the back of her throat she tensed, but he didn’t push any farther.  He pulled back again and she tightened her lips, swirling the tip of her tongue along the underside of his shaft, sucking on the tip as the rounded edge caught on her lips.

“
Ahhh!”
Mason cried out and pushed back in, his grip tightening in her hair. “So good. I can’t…” He pulled out of her hot mouth, grabbing her up in his arms and consuming her mouth with his own. Lips and teeth clashed ferociously as their tongues dueled in a heated battle for more. Their hands were everywhere, pulling and tugging at clothes until they were both naked as the day they were born and tangled together from toes to nose.

Mason ripped himself from her
arms and reached for his jeans. Removing a foil packet from his front pocket he sheathed himself in seconds before wrapping his shaking body around her again, devouring every part he could get his mouth on. “Must get inside you,” he growled into her ear as he reached down and cupped her ass, pulling her up into his arms. Claira locked her legs around his hips and rocked her slit against the head of his shaft as he walked to the other side of the stall. Pinning her against the wall, he fisted his cock and placed it at her opening, driving home in one hard thrust, sending cries of ecstasy tearing from them both.

Again Claira was blown away at how differently her body responded to Mason.
She was on fire, consumed and controlled by a passion so fierce she thought she would burn alive if he she didn’t touch him, taste him, make him hers. She groaned aloud when Mason broke their kiss and leaned back to look down at where they joined. “Look at us, Claira. Watch as you take me deep inside you.”

Their breathing quickened as she lowered her forehead against his, watching as he slid out slowly and pushed back in, the friction of his forceful thrusts sending more heat to her core.
The sight of what he was doing, being able to feel his every move as she witnessed his penetration nearly sent her over the edge. The musky scents of their arousal, sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin all swirled around her, overwhelming her senses until all she could do was
feel
.

“Mason,” she moaned, pleading. “I need…
” She gripped his shoulders as he tightened his hold on her bare ass, bucking against him when she felt his fingers slide down the valley between her cheeks.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I know what you need. Let me give it to you.” Tapping on her back passa
ge, Mason fucked her hard. Pressing her against the wall he devoured her mouth as it opened on a cry.

Claira bucked against him
again when the tip of his finger pressed into her anal passage, sending twin spikes of white hot pleasure and pain racing through her limbs. “Oh, God. Mason! It’s…” It was too much, not enough. She squeezed her eyes shut, every muscle in her body pulled tight and centered on the place where Mason claimed her over and over.

He
inserted another finger, stretching her passage with each long stroke. When he felt her inner muscles tighten around his cock and fingers, a primal groan ripped from his chest and echoed through the room. “Ah, fuck, sweetheart, I’m coming!” His hips bucked against her uncontrollably, his balls tightening as streaks of hot and cold ran along his spine. His scalp tingled and his toes curled as the first stream of his come erupted from his cock, filling her over and over as her own orgasmic cries filled his ears.

Claira slumped against Mason, he
r entire body trembling around him. She sank her teeth into his sweaty shoulder as another wave of tremors rocked between them. Mason’s arm tightened around her. Puffs of hot, steamy air billowed in her ear as he, too, struggled to catch his breath. They remained there for a while, joined together and panting for each breath before Mason shifted and pulled back to look at her.