Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Rebel

And across from them not even twenty meters away was a goddamn horse.

Sable ignored them, wandering her area of the yard, her wide belly swaying as she moved. It was obvious Vicki and Joel’s presence wasn’t on her mind.

All the sights and sounds faded, though, as Joel pressed harder on Vicki’s clit, piercing her body with his thick fingers, stroking her just right so the tension of her orgasm rose swiftly. Another squeeze to her breast, another nip with his teeth to her ear. Another thrust and she broke, her sex pulsing hard, clutching his fingers. Moisture rushed from her and allowed his final thrusts even deeper.

Vicki groaned, letting the aftershocks take her, hoping like hell Joel would continue to hold her because her legs were done. There was nothing left in them to support her, just this awesome total-body relaxation sweeping in.

Even looking across the yard at a horse had no impact. Stress? What was that?

Joel rocked his hard-on against her hip, breathing deep. “God, that was fun.”

She laughed. “That’s my line.”

He pulled his fingers from her body slowly, tiny circles soothing his departure. “We both had a blast. Good for us. And you did awesome with your lesson.”

Vicki glanced across the yard. “She’s over there, I’m over here. I suppose we can be pen pals.”

She turned and caught Joel by the neck, wrapped her legs around his body and clung on tight. “That was incredible. And I feel like a shit that you’re still…”

Joel raised a brow. “What? Now that I’ve had my fingers in your pussy you’re not going to use the big words anymore?”

“Screw that. I wasn’t sure if I’m supposed to offer to help you with your hard-on. I’d love to help you with your hard-on.”

He paused to put his hat back on then walked them toward the barn. “Next time. Now I’m afraid if we keep going there’s bound to be an interruption. We’ve about used all our good luck in terms of the family staying away. Let’s not push it.”

Vicki nodded.

He carried her all the way to where she’d parked her bike. “How long before I see you again?” he asked.

“Things are slowing down at the shop now that we’re done inventory. I’m still on the early shift, but any afternoon you want to get together, I’m game.”

Joel nodded. “I’ll call you. If nothing else, let’s make sure we hit Traders on Friday night, okay?”

Goody. More time in public, although it had to be done. “Sounds fine.”

He handed over her helmet, leaning back and stretching that long strong body of his. “You’re doing great, Vicki.”

He kissed her briefly before winking and turning back toward the barn, his whistle cheerful and loud in spite of the bulge still pressing the front of his jeans.

The walls needed a fresh coat of paint, but other than that Vicki’s apartment building appeared decent enough. Joel scrutinized the carpets as he waited for her to answer his knock. He startled as the door behind him creaked opened and an oversized middle-aged man wearing dirty jeans and a wife-beater peered out.

The stranger eyed Joel up and down once then grunted before shutting his door.

What the hell was that about?

Vicki didn’t keep him standing in the hallway long. The door swung open to reveal her petite form wrapped in a pretty purple dress, her hair loose over her shoulders instead of pulled back into a ponytail.

Joel whistled in appreciation. “Well now, don’t you look nice?”

“Is it too fancy? I don’t usually wear stuff like this, but I spotted it at the…” She paused then shrugged. “I was looking for boots to wear while dealing with the evil horses of hell. I struck out on footwear, but this dress was at the thrift shop, and I thought I may as well go for it.”

Joel closed the door behind him. “Vicki, don’t apologize for shopping at the thrift store. There’s no shame in it, and it makes a ton of sense.”

She leaned back on the wall. “I’m not ashamed. It’s not something I talk about. Ever. So it feels weird.”

Joel paused, glancing around at her tiny apartment. Like the last time he’d been here, he was shocked by how little she had, and yet impressed by how everything was still very obviously hers. The few personal items she had on display seemed extra special because they were so scarce.

“You don’t talk about clothes or you don’t talk about shopping, or what?”

Vicki sighed. “Are we going to Traders tonight?”

“Stop avoiding the conversation and answer the question.” Joel sat in the lone chair by the small table. “We’ll get to Traders when we get there.”

“Stubborn ass.”

“You bet. Now spill.”

Vicki stroked the sleeves of the pale purple dress, the sheer lace over the solid fabric very pretty and very modest. She was covered up a lot more than many of the women Joel had gone out with over the years. The neckline wasn’t too low either, but bar her wearing a puffy winter coat, nothing would hide her chest.

“I don’t talk about clothes or shopping. First because I rarely shop, and second, who am I gonna talk to? The guys at work?”

Joel opened his mouth to ask about her girlfriends, and closed it just as fast. Over the past couple weeks she’d never mentioned going out with the girls, ever.

She lifted a brow. “Yeah?”

He went for honest, although on a different tangent. “I don’t talk about clothes much either. Or shopping. What the hell. It’s a pretty dress and it looks good on you. That’s all we need to worry about.”

Her smile warmed, sunshine spreading across her face. “You’re a slick one, Joel Coleman.”

“Just enjoying the view.” He took a leisurely gaze down her body, lingering on her legs, sad that her knees barely showed. “Although the skirt is longer than it needs to be. I’m kinda pissed we started seeing each other so late in the season. I bet you do Daisy Duke shorts well.”

Vicki peeled herself off the wall and paced forward, skirt flaring around her hips nicely. “I don’t do Daisy Dukes at all. But for you? Sure.”

He opened his arms and she walked all the way against him, and Joel got reminded all over how much he’d been wanting her. Fooling around and kissing wasn’t going to be enough for much longer, not when she rubbed her torso over his as the kiss continued languidly.

He held her loosely, avoiding the temptation to run his hands up her thighs and under that flimsy skirt.

Pulling their mouths apart was tough, damn tough. “We’d better get going or we’re gonna end up—”

Joel stopped dead.

Vicki backed away, her eyes full of fire. Her words husky as she spoke. “Or we’re gonna end up what, Joel? You afraid to use the big words?”

He shook his head. “I’m not going to deny I want to take you to bed, darling. But not now. Not yet.”

They stared at each other for a minute before Vicki sighed heavily. “Damn you.”

He nodded. “Soon, okay?”

Vicki slipped on her shoes. “Don’t know what we’re waiting for, though. Like you want some signal the time is right?”

Hell. “Maybe.”

There was something, though. Something held him back from making the next move, and Joel knew enough to trust his gut.

She was locking her door when the neighbour poked his head out again. Joel couldn’t believe it as the man basically stripped Vicki with his gaze. Joel stepped between them and glared daggers.

The stranger’s door shut a hell of a lot quicker than it had opened.

They were down on the street headed for his truck when she hesitated. “You want to walk?” Vicki asked. “It’s only a couple blocks.”

“If it’s not too cold for you.” He checked her shoes, but they were more practical than fancy. He held out his arm, and she slipped her fingers over his elbow, cuddling close as they made their way down the sidewalk. “Who’s your nosy neighbour?”

Vicki made a disgruntled sound. “He’s a pain in the ass, that’s who he is. Moved in a couple months ago, and I swear every time I hit the landing he’s staring at me.”

“Have you complained to the manager?”

Vicki snorted. “Right, what am I supposed to complain about? That my neighbour opens his door? Joel, no one gives a shit.”

He fell silent for a bit. “I give a shit.”

She offered him a smile. “Yeah, you. Thanks, but it’s okay. I make sure I have my keys ready when I get home, and he’s never really bothered me.”

The more he thought about it, the less he liked it. “If you ever get worried, let me know, okay?”

She squeezed his arm then pointed across the street to a window decorated for Halloween, and talk turned to more general things.

A rush of heat and sound hit them as they walked into Traders. Joel took her coat, then her hand and led her toward where the family usually gathered.

Vicki stayed close to his side, her warmth like a gentle connection between them. “I am drinking tonight, just so you know.”

“You mean a drink, right?” He laughed at her sudden jab to his arm. “Well, if body weight has anything on it, half a glass of wine should make you wasted.”

“I can hold my liquor,” she insisted. Her gaze stopped on someone in the room, and she swore. “Hide me.”

He followed her line of vision to spot Eric Tell and a group of his cronies gathered around a table. Joel pressed his hand to her back and guided her forward. “Ignore him. Not worth the energy to spit.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. A nice direct hit, right between the eyes would be fun.” Vicki made a face. “Tell me again this is a good idea.”

“This is a great idea. Come on.”

Thirty seconds later they had chairs in the Coleman section of the bar. Tonight the group was smaller, but just as loud as usual. Pool tables and drinks, conversation and teasing.