Submission: Guilty Pleasures #3 (BBW Erotic Romance) (8 page)

Lifting his head, he looked at me
in the soft light.

“And if I have anything to say
about it, I plan to put a smile on your face and make sure it stays there.
Starting now.”

He moved over me, his body pressed
against mine. I ran my hands over his chest, looking up into his eyes. I let
out a long breath, relaxing for what seemed like the first time in weeks,
letting go of all the confusion and doubt that had consumed me.

“I like that idea. I like it a
lot.”

He held my gaze for a moment
longer. “So this is it then? This is us...together?”

I nodded my head. “This is us,
Chase. Just us.”

Just us together was so incredibly
beautiful. Chase was gentle and slow, his lips and fingers tracing slow lines
over my skin, trails of fire that joined and blended, lighting a blaze deep
inside me. There seemed to be no moment where he wasn’t attentive to what I
wanted...needed...without saying a word.

When he entered me, it was every
coming together we’d ever had, magnified. He held himself above me, his body
warm, his scent filling my nostrils.

I ran my hands down his strong
back, over the smooth skin, over the strong curve of his ass, leaving my hands
on the sides of his hips, in that place where I could feel his muscles moving
as he flexed his hips forward, slowly driving himself into my accepting body.

He held my face between his hands,
his eyes never leaving mine, as he rocked himself back and forth. I was lost in
the depths of his brown eyes, not really aware of anything but the heat of his
body and the feel of his cock filling me.

I saw him smile, and I smiled
back. “What?”

He kissed my forehead. “You.
You’re humming. I’ve never heard you do that before.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this
relaxed before.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You’re not
supposed to be “relaxed”. I must be doing something wrong.”

I shook my head. “No, Chase, what
you’re doing is exactly right.”

And he did do everything exactly
right, for a very long time. I soon gave up humming for short cries, exchanged
those for screams and moans, as Chase took me on this journey with him.

When I came, the first time of
many, I clung to him, my body far from relaxed, every muscle taut, pulling me
toward my release. He held himself above me, his own climax held back, letting
me toss and thrash beneath him. I felt like my body wanted to rise off the bed,
the only thing keeping me from flying away Chase’s weight.

I finally opened my eyes, looking
up at him. There was a smile on his face. I traced the corner of his lips with
my fingers.

“Hey...thank you.” My voice was
soft, a bit hoarse from screaming.

He kissed my fingertips. “You’re
welcome.” He hesitated, still watching me.

I cocked my head. “What?”

“You. And this...” He shook his
head. His voice was rough when he spoke. I had the impression he was holding
back tears.

“This...where you go, where I send
you. That I can give you this, just by being with you, by making love to you.”
He shook his head.

“What you do to me, Abby.” His
eyes were soft. “What you do to me is the most wonderful thing a man could ask
for.”

And he buried his face against me
then, his body tense, moving quickly inside me. And he took his release then,
his body trembling, crying out as he filled me with his heat, his tears warm on
my neck.

It was a long time before we fell
asleep, both of us unable to get enough of the other, both of us finally
sensing there was nothing between us, nothing to keep us from loving one
another.

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T
he sunlight through the windows
woke me.
Chase must have pulled the drapes open after he got up
.

I stretched, the cat grumbling as
my feet unearthed him from the covers.

“Get up, lazy cat. There are
things to do...mice to catch, bugs to chase...all that nifty stuff you get to do
here.”

He looked at me, yawned and curled
up on Chase’s side of the bed.

“Who are you talking to?”

Chase was leaning against the
doorframe, jeans and shirt already slightly dusty, smelling vaguely of hay and
horse.

“The cat. Why are you up so early?
And why didn’t you wake me?”

I sat up in bed, holding my arms
out to Chase. “Come wake me up...” I smiled, but Chase stood in the doorway.

“Nope, not today. I have other
plans...for you.” He crossed the room, pulling the blankets off the bed.

“Come on, get dressed. I’ve got
something to show you.”

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T
he barns were cool and shady in
contrast to the blazing sun outside. I’d brought an apple for Celeste and she
accepted it without hesitation. It had taken her a couple weeks to get used to
me, but she seems to have forgiven me for replacing her in Chase’s heart.

Chase led me down the row of box
stalls to the other end from Celeste’s stall. There was an unfamiliar whiny and
stomping coming from one of the stalls.

“Did you get another filly for
breeding?” Chase had bred Abby’s Smile recently so it seemed odd he’d have
bought another so soon.

“Not quite...” Chase being
mysterious drove me nuts.

“What is it? Or who is it? Another
stallion?”

He smiled, taking me by the hand.
“Come on.”

He opened the top half of the door
to the last stall. There was a beautiful horse, a chestnut mare, looking around
at her surroundings, obviously new to the ranch.

“Well, what do you think?” Chase
leaned on the door, looking at me, not the horse.

“I think she’s a nice horse. You
know I don’t know anything about horses though.” I turned to him.

“Why ask me?”

“Because she’s yours, Abby. I
bought her for you, to ride, to pet, to feed apples to.” He pulled a shiny red
apple out of his pocket, handing it to me.

“Here. See how she likes you.”

I was staring open-mouthed. “You
bought me a horse?”

Chase laughed. “Yes, Abby. It’s
what I do. I buy horses. And I buy things for you. So, I bought you a horse.”

The apple was cool in my hand. I
held it out tentatively toward the horse. She ambled over, sniffed the apple
and then bit it in half. She chewed contently for a moment before taking the
rest from me. I reached out to pat her nose and she snorted against my hand,
looking for another apple.

“Well, I guess that’s a positive
sign.” I laughed, the horse nosing my hand.

Chase put his arm around my
shoulder. “I want you to learn to ride so you’re comfortable around these
things. Plus, you need something besides that mangy cat to keep you occupied.”

He turned me to him. “I know it’s
been a big adjustment, being out on the ranch so much. I wanted to give you
something that made you feel you were part of the place, not just a guest. If
you don’t like her, well, no harm done.”

I hugged him hard. “I do like her.
It’s just a big surprise, in more ways than one.”

“You’ll teach me to ride?” I
looked up at him.

“You bet. Nothing will give me
greater pleasure.” He kissed me, his lips on mine sending that familiar but
delicious thrill through me.

He broke away, looking down at me,
his eyes dark. “I have an ulterior motive though. There are a whole bunch of
places on this ranch we haven’t, well...“broken in”, which you can only get to on
horseback.”

I laughed. “Are you getting tired
of having me in your bed already, Chase?”

He smiled down. “Never.” He nodded
at the horse.

“You can name her if you like.
She’s got a long pedigree name, but you can pick out something you like,
something shorter.”

The horse and I regarded each
other for a moment.

“Nawashi.”

Chase’s eyebrows went up in
surprise. “Really? And you know what that word means?”

I nodded. “You bet. The Internet
is my friend. I looked up what all that fancy knot tying you did to me is
called. And the person who ties them. ‘Rope master’...”

Chase laughed. “Okay. She’s your
horse. It’s a rather unusual name though.”

“I’m an unusual girl, I guess. That
first night was a very important one for me though, because it’s the first
night that we met and I want to always remember it.

He pulled me against him. “I’d
happily tie you up anytime you need to remember.” His eyes held his smile, but
his voice grew serious.

“I love you, Abby. For many, many
reasons, but right now because you’d name a horse an obscure Japanese term that
reminds you of being bound and tied.”

His lips brushed mine, a lingering
kiss following.

“And I wouldn’t want it any other
way.”

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