Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Jasper’s movements became more erratic, and his breath changed—stuttered and deep. “One more, Hals. You can give me one more.”
I shook my head, no, no, no . . . but my body didn’t listen, and my thighs tensed as Jasper found my G-spot again and pushed against it until my hips involuntarily rolled back against his.
“Come for me,” Jasper hissed, and his teeth clenched together as I felt his cock swell inside me. “Come!” he ordered, and I shattered apart, my scream swallowed by the rubber casing of the bit, and my body tensed and the last of the energy waned with my final orgasm. My muscles twitched and my pussy felt so utterly fucked . . . Then Jasper growled loudly, spilling inside of me.
I opened my eyes and watched him come. His jaw was clenched, teeth gritted together. His fingers dug into my hips, and he thrust inside of me, once, twice, three times, before he threw his head back, lips parting with ecstasy.
I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
In the aftermath, Jasper was breathless, and even minutes after we’d come, Jasper didn’t pull out. He still pulsed inside of me, his cock twitching. He closed his eyes and breathed. Then he opened them again, and his gaze collided with mine. Heat and something else I couldn’t read shone on his face—disbelief? Wonder? Awe?
“Hallie,” he murmured, stepping closer to me, still inside me, until my back rested against the wall and his hold on my legs relieved the pressure of the reins that held me upright. Jasper leaned in and kissed the side of my neck. He licked at the beads of sweat that were running over my skin, and he kissed under my ear and the side of my face. “Angel,” he murmured softly, peppering kisses all over my face. Gone was the dominant lover, and in his place was a loving and kind man.
One who was caring for me.
As Jasper slipped out of me at last, he kept my legs firmly around his waist and met my eyes with his. “Angel,” he said again, that term of endearment destroying any resolve I had about not letting him in. He took the bit from my mouth, dropping it to the floor with a thud. This time, when he kissed me, it was on my lips. But this kiss wasn’t hard or rough or raw. This was soft, featherlight . . . sweet. Too lost in the sensual kiss, I didn’t feel Jasper reach up to untie the reins until my arms fell to my sides.
I groaned as they ached, blood rushing back to fill my muscles. But Jasper’s mouth never broke from mine, and when my arms regained feeling once more, I threaded my hands through his thick hair. After several minutes of just kissing, Jasper broke from my mouth, pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck, Angel,” he whispered, and thoroughly fucked and spent, the endearment made me chuckle.
Jasper’s dark eyes lit with the same happiness I knew shone in mine, and it knocked me breathless. Running my hand down his cheek, I sighed. “Yeah, baby,” I whispered, marveling at what had just happened between us. “Fuck.”
Chapter Fourteen
Hallie
Sandings Grand Prix, Doha
Two days later
Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as we reached the mouth of the arena. The place where, in only a couple of hours, Huxley and I would enter our first ever five-star Grand Prix competition.
I turned to the stands, already filling with spectators. I especially looked to the corporate box at the end, where Leon had told us Jasper would be watching. The secret of his presence was all over the show grounds by now—Jasper Knighton was here in Doha, watching this leg of the tour. But he still tried to keep out of view. Leon told us he said he didn’t want today to be about him.
He wanted his riders and horses to shine.
The butterflies in my stomach darted north to my heart, simply at the thought of Jasper. Two days. It had been two days since we’d made love. I was calling it that. Because even though what we did was the most mind-blowing and explosive sex I thought a person could ever have, my feelings for Jasper . . . Hell. I was skirting into dangerous territory. And the worst part of it was that I hadn’t seen him since. He’d been in back-to-back meetings with buyers and breeders and Lord knew who else for the past few days. He hadn’t even called me. No text, and no knocking on my suite that was right next door to his.
Just . . . silence.
I had no idea where we stood. Was our night in the trailer a one-night thing? Did he want more? Did I want more? I had no idea. I didn’t want whatever I had with Jasper to get in the way of my career, but at the same time, now that I knew what it was like to be with him, to be taken in such an animalistic way, I craved more.