Once it was done, he moved next to me as she led Night Rider around getting used to how he walked, and letting him get used to her, too. I didn’t know that ‘bonding time’ was a thing with horses but it made sense, and if it kept her from being thrown off, maybe they should spend a month doing it.
When she was further away from us, I leaned over and whispered, “Do you think he’s too big for her? Maybe I should get Cole’s tiny pony?”
“He’s almost seventeen hands,” he replied, crossing his arms in front of him. “That makes him just above average. How tall is Charlotte?”
“About a foot shorter than me, give or take an inch.” It was definitely taking an inch, seeing as how she was five-feet-two inches tall, but hey.
“She’ll be fine.”
Just then Night Rider stopped and shook out his mane, letting out what sounded like an angry grunt at the same time that made me freak the hell out - internally, where I didn’t look like a dick doing it.
When he didn’t rear up or run off with her trailing behind him, I let out a breath. “Jesus.”
“You know,” he mused, “if you’d taken an interest in horses, you wouldn’t be shitting your pants right now.”
Yeah, because that would make it better. “She’s a tiny little speck standing next to an equine beast,” I hissed. “If that was Bonnie, you’d be doing the exact same thing.”
Shooting me a glare, he looked back at what was going on. “I think she’s ready to ride him now.”
And for the next two hours, I lamented the fact that I hadn’t brought a change of boxers with me. I also chewed down my thumbnail to the point that it was bleeding. I may even have considered the merits of those little flasks of whisky people sometimes carry in their pockets. I loved to watch her smiling as she bounced on the saddle, but every muscle in my body was frozen, ready to run if she looked like she was going to fall.
Then there was the way her tits bounced each time… it was a small distraction that made me uncomfortable in my pants, and I had to make numerous adjustments because of it.
The moment Archer taught her to trot and then told her to speed up slightly as they rode around the ring next to the stables, was hell – pure hell. Each bounce… the way her hips moved, her tits shuddered, it was like the weirdest form of porn ever.
And just when I thought I was going to have to take a five-minute break, far away from where they were, Archer called out the words that solved my problem.
“Ok, I think you’re done for today. Next week we’ll take him out on the fields and really let him run.”
The fuck you say!
CharlotteI loved riding, I loved Night Rider, and I loved that Levi had set this up for me today. I’d expected him to look at me like I was crazy when I’d told him I wanted to try it, but instead he’d made it happen.
There was only one thing I didn’t like – the pain. I didn’t realize it when I was in the saddle, but riding a horse causes a lot of pain when you get off again.
The insides of my legs felt like they were bruised, my boobs felt like they’d taken a beating, and every muscle was screaming at me for help. And we had to walk back across the fields to where Levi’s truck was parked. It hadn’t seemed that far when we’d walked to the stables from his house, but the walk back seemed like it was miles away. Just thinking about it made my mind and vagina whimper, and every step almost ended up with those whimpers being audible ones.
True to his word, he’d replaced his truck for my old banger the night he’d said he was going to, even though he’d been sneaky about it.
He’d driven me home that night saying that with the weather it was safer that in his truck, and the next morning his ‘old’ truck was parked in the space at my apartment, and the keys had been put in my mailbox.
Initially I was pissed, but when he explained that he’d taken a quick look at it and the vehicle had actually definitely been a death trap, that feeling had faded slightly. Apparently my tires were bald, the engine was overheating, the wiring had something going on with it too which was why the little warning lights were always on, the exhaust had holes in it, there was rust eating through the floor under the brake pedal… it literally was a death trap like he’d said. I also didn’t have the money to get it fixed or buy a new one, so until I did, I was stuck driving his old truck.