Gold In Locks – Dark Fairytale Romance Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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From the heat I felt flare in my face, the tightness of my nipples as they drew up into little pebbles, and the grin he gave me, I had no doubt he knew I was no longer thinking only about riding his horse, but about riding him as well.

He turned and put his boot in the stirrup, swinging his jean-clad leg over the saddle. Leaning down, he offered me his hand, his smile and his absolute confidence giving me the courage to place my hand in his. With little effort, he pulled me onto the horse and settled me in front of him. My heart skipped and fear paralyzed me as I desperately clung to the horse’s mane, trying my best to control my breathing.

With a kick of his boots, he guided the horse forward—the sudden motion causing me to squeal.

Banks leaned forward to speak into my ear. “Relax. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You’re perfectly safe.”

His soothing voice sent shivers down my spine but did little to calm my anxiety. I looked down at the ground below. I felt so high and far from safe, but when his arm tightened around my waist, I swallowed my fear and pressed back solidly into Banks’ chest. His warmth comforted me, his strong arms around me going a long way toward reassuring me I could trust his word.

“See, this isn’t so bad,” he said as he ran his palm up and down my arm.

“Piece of cake.” My voice trembled a bit, his touch fanning the embers in a fire I’d feared long gone.

“I can make the horse go faster if you like,” Banks challenged.

“No! I like this pace just fine, thank you.”

Banks laughed while tightening his grip around me even more.

The horse plodded along, and after a while, I began to ease the muscles in my body. My breathing calmed, and my heart seemed to beat in its regular rhythm again. Every time I adjusted my body, Banks would squeeze tighter, enveloping me in security and safety. I could feel his breath against my ear, his heat against my back. I could also feel the bulge of his cock as it pressed against my bottom every time I wiggled. The feeling of being protected, guarded, and well… wanted, replaced any remnant of uneasiness.

“Maybe a little faster,” I said a few minutes later.

He chuckled, kicked his heels into the horse’s flanks, and I squealed as the horse began to trot. I was about to ask for him to stop when he kicked his feet once more. Instead of the jerky gait, the one that had me scared I’d bounce right out of the saddle, I felt like I was flying. It was amazing. I hadn’t even been paying attention to where we were going, but as we crested a hill and he slowed the horse when we began to climb yet another rise, I was seeing a part of the land I’d never seen before.

“Over there,” he said, pointing to the right, “is a natural hot spring I thought would be perfect to help ease your tired muscles.”

I turned my head so I could look up into his smoldering blue eyes. “Seriously? We have a hot spring on the mountain?”

His laughter echoed across the land. “Yup. Just like we have a woodshed.”

And with that single word, I felt heat instantly surge through me as memories of the woodshed flashed across my mind in full force. The strapping, the feel of Jay’s fingers between my thighs, his amusement and pleasure at finding me sopping wet. His forbidding me to come and my body betraying me by exploding when he pushed his thumb into my ass… and the indescribable sensation when moments later he’d pushed his cock into a place I’d never even imagined being used for pleasure… and while it had hurt, burned, I couldn’t deny that the pain had morphed into pleasure beyond any I’d ever experienced before. Only to discover that pleasure repeated in Rye’s bed, under his tongue, his lips, his fingers, and his cock. Both men had me begging, pleading, soaring.

“You all right?”

Banks’ question jerked me back to the present. “Oh, yes, I’m fine. A hot spring. That sounds heavenly.”

We entered a grove of trees, and I could see the tendrils of steam seeping from between cracks in a wall of huge boulders. After dismounting, Banks reached up, his hands around my waist, lifting me from the saddle. True, I hadn’t mounted or dismounted by myself, but I felt a ridiculous sense of pride I’d not only ridden a horse, I hadn’t fallen off! I smiled, thinking that I was really becoming quite the mountain woman.

Banks splayed his fingers against my lower back and led me around the boulders. “Wow, this is incredible,” I said.

Behind the shelter of the boulders was a pool. I could hear the water sliding over rocks worn smooth with the passage of time and feel the heat even from feet away. Lush ferns grew along the bank. Barrett’s Mountain was a beautiful part of the country, and this was another slice of indescribable splendor, unspoiled by the hand of man. This was just another hidden paradise on their mountain.


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