The McGilley Trilogy (6 page)

She had taken to shaving regularly between her legs, leaving only a small thatch of curly hair in front, just enough to shield her seam, leaving a little mystery as to the treasure hidden behind there. The first time she had touched her bare folds, she had been shocked at how much more she could feel, how soft and sensitive that flesh was and how caressing her outer, plump lips added to her arousal. She had spent more time enjoying her denuded labia than her lovers had, except for Brett who had taken his time to thoroughly explore every inch of her pussy, inside and out.

Bracing her other hand on the tile wall, Kayla leaned over, sticking her ass back and widening her stance even further. Usually, she liked to take her time masturbating, draw out the pleasure for as long as possible, but her need was too great tonight, her arousal hovering at an all-time high since watching Brett butt fuck that woman, making her wonder at the pleasure to be gained from that taboo orifice. Unable to resist exploring, she added more soap to her hand and reached behind her, rasping one soapy finger over and over her anus, shocked at the pleasure she experienced from touching herself there with a different purpose in mind other than washing.

The pleasure was instantaneous, so acute she had trouble holding her bent over position, but she did. Taking a deep breath, she slowly, carefully breached her back hole with just the one finger, experimentally stroking sensitive nerve endings she never knew about, embracing this new pleasure wholeheartedly. As she finger fucked her rectum, going deeper with each stroke, she imagined it was Brett behind her, Brett bringing her this new experience and suddenly she knew she wanted to feel the first full culmination of this pleasure at his hands. Reluctantly, but determined, she slowly left that newfound pleasure and quickly sought out the bundle of nerves she was familiar with. Her pussy clamped around her two fingers in a welcome grip and Kayla wasted no time seeking out her clit with her thumb. One stroke over that small, swollen knot had her gasping, two had her spasming and three had her crying out as she shook with her release.

Chapter Four

Brett entered the stables and took a deep, appreciative breath of horse, hay and manure, and welcomed the sound of soft neighing and the clip-clop of shod hooves. He had more fond memories of growing up with those odors stinging his nostrils and the sounds of a full stable echoing in his ears as he and his brothers ran wild than he did of times spent with the man who had fathered him. To give Casey McGilley credit, when he did manage to make the effort to spend quality time with them, he made sure they had his undivided attention. The three of them learned to ride from Jed, the McGilley Farm head trainer for as long as they could remember, but Casey made sure they showed him their progress. It was Jed and the other hired hands who were responsible for making sure the three boys had chores and were supervised and didn’t get into too much trouble and stayed safe during the long summer days, but they spent the nights with their father staying up late watching movies or playing cards. It never failed to be a battle of wills when they returned to their mother’s house in time for school, a battle she inevitably always won.

Even though he, Colin and Donovan each owned a horse for pleasure, the three of them shared a fondness for all the livestock they bred and raised and relinquishing one to a new owner was never easy. Taking the time to run his hand down the sleek necks of a few of his favorite mares as he made his way down the row of stalls, their beautiful heads nudging him in affection, Brett followed the sounds of cursing and grumbling coming from the enclosed corral attached to the stables.

“What the hell happened out here?” he demanded when he saw the padlock strewn with hay, expensive riding gear floating in the water troughs and the neat, white fence looking like someone had taken a hammer to it.

“Fuck if I know,” Donovan snarled as he pulled a brand new saddle from the water trough and laid it over the damaged fence before turning back to his brother. “That wall can stand up without your help. Get your ass out here and get to work.”

“Who’d you piss off this time, Don?” Brett had dressed in jeans and a short sleeved polo shirt with the intention of taking Diablo out for a ride, but given it was Sunday and Donovan and Keith, one of four college students he employed, were the only ones on hand today, he grabbed a large rake and started gathering up hay. “Well?” he asked when all he got was a grunt in reply. His youngest brother wasn’t much for idle chit chat on a good day, and this definitely wasn’t a good day.

Donovan sent him an icy green eyed glare which only made Brett grin. “Why do you assume this mess is because I pissed someone off?”

“Because you’re so good at it?”

“Bite me.”

“Nah, you’re not my type and definitely not my gender.”

“He prefers pretty blue eyed imps,” Colin said as he stepped out of the stable. “Who’d you piss off this time, bro?” he inquired with a raised brow and low whistle as he made a slow perusal of the damage, his comment drawing a chuckle from Brett and a snicker from Keith.

A rare smile split Donovan’s scarred, sun weathered face. Ignoring Colin’s taunt, he asked Brett, “You hook up with your stalker again last night?”

Leave it to his idiot brothers to bring up the one topic sure to turn his mood sour on this rare, Indian summer day. “No,” he bit out. “I didn’t hook up with her. I was with Carly last night, if you must know.”

“Only until he spotted Kayla spying on him again. This time she saw him coming and his thunderous expression must have scared her off.” Colin turned a knowing smirk towards Brett, ignoring his glare as he started pitching in. He simply couldn’t help but needle Brett further.“Carly was so disappointed when you didn’t return, I had to console her.”

Donovan snorted rudely. “As if that would bother him. That girl does have a fine ass. I can see why you’d want her instead of Carly.” He and Colin had gotten a kick out of watching Kayla accept her punishment last week before turning the tables on Brett.

“I don’t want her, she...” Brett stopped himself before he said anything that would put Kayla in a bad light. “Never mind. Let’s get this cleaned up.”

Colin knew when to back off from ribbing either of his brothers and by the look of frustration on Brett’s face, it was time to move on to something else. “Did you check the security cameras?” he asked Donovan.

Donavan rolled his eyes. “Of course I did. Whoever did this knew where they were and sprayed the lens with black paint.”

“We’ll add the replacements to the list of costs they’re going to pay when we find them,” Brett said. “Even if it’s just kids playing a prank.”

“It had to have been an inside job.” Colin glanced pointedly towards Keith who was hauling off an armful of damaged slats.

Donovan let out a worried sigh. From all his applicants, he tried to pick those who needed the work most, young men who were struggling to stay in college due to expenses and who weren’t afraid of hard, back bending work to attain their goals. He didn’t want to think any of the young men he had hired at the beginning of summer would betray him this way, but nothing would surprise him.

“Maybe,” he said and with a look, told them both to let that thought go for now.

Kayla turned into the entrance to McGilley Farm, glad that the wide, rod iron gates were open to visitors today. After spending a restless night cursing herself for running from Brett instead of braving his wrath in the hopes of a repeat encounter, she woke this morning determined to see him again. After careful consideration, she decided it would be better to approach him away from the club in the hopes he’d be more willing to get to know her. The sex charged atmosphere of the second floor of Casey’s wasn’t conducive for idle talk, the kind of conversation that revealed aspects of a person’s personality that let you know if you had anything in common other than a mutual lust for each other.

She wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t conceited, but Kayla knew Brett was attracted to her, knew he lusted after her just as much as she lusted after him. It bothered her the way he fought it, the way he put their age difference and her inexperience up between them, using them as a shield to protect him from getting involved with her. She needed to find out more about him, other than how big and hard his cock was, how he could drive her to orgasm from an erotic spanking, how it felt to be taken over with the sole intention of bringing her pleasure. Of course, if he agreed to accompany her on the picnic she had planned, and if their mutual attraction was as strong and potent as it was last week, then she was all for picking up where they’d left off.

Set back in about two miles from the entrance, the stables were as attractive as the McGilley’s. Painted white with dark green trim, the McGilley name painted in large dark green letters above the open double wide doors with well-tended plants along both sides of the long building, the structure looked like it was ideal housing for at least thirty very lucky horses. Parking in a small gravel lot outside a small building attached to the stables that she assumed was their office, Kayla started towards the barn area where she heard voices. A tall man built like a brick house was entering from the open double doors at the other end of the neatly swept, concrete floor of the stables and as he approached her, she noted the signature moss green eyes that labeled him a McGilley.

“Ouch, that must’ve hurt,” Kayla greeted him, her gaze caressing the scar that ran down the side of one sun weathered cheek. Sandy hair worn long and shaggy framed a tough as nails face, but those eyes were as warm as the sun today.

Raising a brow, Donovan found her honest observation refreshing. “Most women take pains avoiding looking at it or mentioning it, especially when first meeting me.”

Kayla shrugged, replying, “I’m not most women, I see no reason to dance around the obvious. It’s there, it’s obvious and it does absolutely nothing to distract from your looks. But, I’m sure you know that.”

“You looking for Brett?” Donovan asked, liking this young woman dressed head to toe in hot pink.

“As a matter of fact, I am. Let me guess, you’re brother number three, Donovan.” Holding out her hand, she added, “I’m Kayla Holden.”

Even with her eyes shaded by the brim of her pink baseball cap, the vivid blue eyes were noticeable as was the mischievous sparkle in them. Shaking her hand, Donovan thought she was just what his stuffy big brother needed. “You just missed him. He took Diablo down to the lake. I’d be happy to give you directions.”

Cocking her head, Kayla caught the smirk on his nice lips and realized she had an ally in her pursuit. “He’s not expecting me and probably doesn’t want me intruding on him,” she warned.

“I know. If you promise to give me details, I’ll point out where he’s at.”

The McGilley’s farm was one of the largest this side of the Appalachian Mountains, and as Kayla followed the directions Donovan gave her, driving through their acres and acres of manicured pastureland dotted with beautiful grazing American Saddlebred horses and surrounded by miles of white fences, she took the time to enjoy the stunning scenery that never got old. Ten minutes later, Kayla reached the peak of a grassy knoll and spotted the pristine blue lake nestled in the small valley, Brett riding his stunning, solid black stud at full speed along the embankment. Turning off the paved road, she bounced on the uneven terrain until she stopped several feet from what looked like an ideal spot for a picnic.

Rubbing suddenly nervous hands down her capris, she took a deep breath and got out of the car as Brett walked his horse slowly over to greet her. Her mouth practically watered at the sight of him straddling that huge, magnificent horse, the black shiny coat rippling with strength in the afternoon sun, Brett’s strong thighs clamped tightly against his heaving sides as he slowed him to a canter upon spotting her.

Brett damn near fell off Diablo when he spotted Kayla getting out of a bright neon green Volkswagen dressed head to toe in pink. He hadn’t been able to shove thoughts of her aside all night last night and his brother’s teasing this morning hadn’t helped. As he neared her, he mentally shook his head in bemusement, trying to figure out why on earth he was attracted to her.

Her silky black hair was swinging in a ponytail behind her, looped through the hole in her pink baseball cap. Large, round pink earrings adorned her small ears, pale pink lipstick shone glossily on her lips. Even from a few feet away, he could see the glint from the rings she wore on every finger and the stiff protrusion of her nipples against the pink tee shirt. Didn’t she ever wear a bra, he moaned as his dick stiffened achingly in his suddenly too tight jeans. Pink pants, pink socks and pink tennis shoes somehow should look ridiculous, but on her, they looked…right. She reminded him of cotton candy, all melt in your mouth sugary sweetness that you knew was bad for you but you were going to indulge in anyway.

Brett slowed Diablo to a walk as he approached her, reminding himself of all the ways she was wrong for him as he bolstered his determination to keep his cock in his pants. Leaning on the pommel of his saddle, he asked sternly, “What the hell are you doing here, Kayla?”

He looked dark and dangerous as he glared down at her from the back of the horse, his eyes narrowed into slits as they bored into her, his mouth set sternly, his beard shadowed jaw rigid. His biceps knotted as he leaned on his arms and the sight of those strong arms reminded her of how it felt to be held by them. Her nipples had tightened at the first sight of him, and now with him so enticingly close, her pussy was clutching damply, pulsing with a need even stronger than before.

Shoving aside the reasoning part of her brain that wanted to question why she wanted this man so badly, she smiled and answered with a wave of her arm, “It’s eighty degrees in October, too rare and nice a day to spend inside. I brought us a picnic lunch. Well, okay I’ll be honest, the little deli by my apartment gets credit for the food, but I did drive all the way out here just to share it with you.”

From the impish smile splitting those pink lips, Brett was pretty sure she had ulterior motives other than bringing him lunch. He wondered how long she’d want to stay if he nipped those right now. “Lunch, huh? I am hungry.” Swinging down from Diablo, he dropped the reins to dangle to the ground, the only cue the horse needed to stay close. Pushing Kayla’s cap back, he tilted her face up with a finger under her chin, those blue eyes swimming with undisguised pleasure nearly weakening his resolve. “Lunch only, Kayla. No sex, not this time. There is not nor can there be, anything between us. Got it?”