Daddy's Virgin (A CEO Boss Romance Novel)

In answer, Trethan grabbed my hand and tugged me along toward one of the empty stalls at the back of the stables. “Just put down fresh hay in here; we’re getting a new horse sometime tomorrow,” he told me, a wicked gleam in his eye.

I gasped as he tripped my feet out from under me and gently lowered me down to the hay. He settled over me, lightly stroking a hand down my side. I blinked in surprise and looked to the side. “You were expecting this to happen,” I accused him, feeling the wool blanket beneath me rather than the poky hay.

He grinned. “Well, I was expecting to have to ask you to come check out something out here,” he said. “But yeah, I was planning this.” He rocked his hips, and I could feel how hard he already was in his jeans. Admittedly, I was already pretty wet.

Trethan kissed me, his hand coming up under my dress, nails scraping lightly down my sides. He dipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them off, setting them off to the side and then sliding his fingers into me. He hummed approvingly as my walls clenched around his digits, needing the intrusion.

I rocked down against his probing. “Please,” I whimpered.

He growled and pulled his hand away, but before I could protest, I realized he was working to undo his belt. He tugged his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, and then, with a grip on my hips below where my dress was rucked up, he tugged me toward him and down onto his length.

He slid fully into me, without giving me a moment to adjust, and my body went slack against the hay. “Oh, fuck,” I said softly.

Trethan grinned down at me and gave another hard thrust, pausing again when he was fully seated inside of me. I wriggled against him, but he held my hips firmly, setting the pace he wanted, teasing me with his rod.

I dissolved into desperate pleas as he reached between us and played with my clit, still giving me hardly any stimulation where I needed it the most. But he only grinned wickedly down at me and reached up to put a hand over my mouth. “Shh,” he breathed into my ear. “Don’t need anyone else hearing that, now do we?”

I blushed brilliantly, realizing exactly how exposed we were. But it lent something to this, the thrill that we might get caught, that someone might overhear us. I trembled with need, moaning beneath Trethan’s hand, unable to quiet myself.

Finally, he seemed to realize that I’d had enough teasing and started to rock his hips in earnest, giving me just what I needed. He moved his hand to the side so that I could breathe and he could brace himself. I had to bite my palm to keep quiet as pleasure built inside of me.

Trethan bit a mark into the side of my neck, and I lost it, the stimulation all too much. I cried out loudly, unable to muffle myself as I shook through my orgasm. Trethan was right behind me, grunting quietly and burying himself to the hilt, pulsing inside of me.

I giggled as I cracked open my eyes. “Well, that ending didn’t make what we were doing obvious to everyone within earshot, did it?”

Trethan chuckled as well and brought up his fingers to trace the mark on the side of my neck. “This won’t make it obvious either, will it?” he asked, a smug note in his voice.

“You didn’t,” I said, suddenly coming back to reality. I groaned. “Dad isn’t the type to ask questions, but you know he’s going to be thinking all of them.”

He looked sheepish at that. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t really think through that part; I just wanted to...” He trailed off, looking even more sheepish.

“You wanted to…” I prompted. He just shook his head, though, wrapping his ar

ms around me and burying his face in my hair. I absently traced the bruises along his side for a moment. “You promise this isn’t too much for you to handle?” I asked quietly.

“What, you?” he asked, chuckling.

“No,” I said, rolling my eyes. I pulled back so that I could see him. “The bull riding. Training with Larry. I didn’t expect it to be easy, but I don’t want you to get yourself hurt.”

Trethan was silent for a long moment. “Do you trust me?” he finally asked, a strange note in his voice.

“Of course, I trust you,” I said softly. Whatever it was that we had been doing, whatever complicated feelings that I might have for him, I had trusted Trethan back when we were teenagers, and that, at least, had never changed.

“I’m going to be careful,” he said. “But I’m going to win this thing.” He paused. “You know, this is what I wanted to do. What I wanted to be when I grew up. I just never got into it because my dad was so derisive about my chances. Training with Larry, it feels like for the first time in my life, I’m unlocking my potential.”

“Okay,” I said quietly. There was nothing else I could say, no matter how worried I was for him. If he felt like he was doing what he was supposed to with his life, who was I to stop him? I didn’t particularly like it, but we weren’t in the sort of relationship where I could ask him to stop.

Chapter Thirty-One

Trethan

A few weeks after starting to train with Larry, I was doing markedly better. I caught my breath and then spun to look at my latest time. I stared in disbelief for a moment and then gave a whoop and a celebratory fist pump. “I did it!” I cried, hopping down off the fence. “I made it over eight seconds!”

Larry nodded at me, but he didn’t seem nearly as excited.

I groaned. “Look, I know there’s still plenty to work on,” I told him. “My form could still use some work. My form could always use some work. And, it’ll be different when I actually ride into the arena. I’ll have to contend with the crowd, and I’ll have to contend with my nerves. It’s going to be more challenging, and I’m going to have to beat the other competitors, not just beat the clock. But for one second, can’t you just shut up about all of that and tell me that I did a good job?”

“You’d let it go to your head if I did,” Larry said dismissively. “Anyway, eight seconds might be good enough for this competition, but it’s all amateurs. If you want to start riding against the pros, we’re going to have to get you even better than that.”