All I could do was grip the reins, my back stiff and unmoving, I kept repeating to myself: The more Chloe trusts me, the more
All I could do was grip the reins, my back stiff and unmoving. I kept repeating to myself. The more Chloe trusts me, the more I
must uphold my boundaries!
But before my mental defenses were fully in place, Ethan’s firm chest pressed tightly against my back. In one fluid motion, his long. strong arms wrapped around me, enclosing me completely. I could even catch a faint scent of his still–present musk.
Bouncing gently on the horse’s back, within a few minutes, I felt a shameful, unfamiliar sensation where my body met the saddle. Ethan didn’t seem to notice my discomfort. He meticulously adjusted my posture, even explaining some quick tips for riding. I wasn’t really listening. His closeness, combined with the vivid image of him with Chloe in the stable, kept replaying in my mind.
“Ah!” I gasped, distracted and missing Ethan’s warning that he was about to start. When the horse began to trot, I lost my balance and nearly fell. Fortunately, Ethan caught me, pulling me back until his upper body was even more tightly against mine.
“Relax, don’t be so stiff. Loosen your legs.”
Ethan’s hand glided over my thigh, sending a jolt of heat through me. Just as I wondered if I was overthinking it, he leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Why are you clenching so tight…?”
What… what was that? What kind of suggestive comment was that? I turned, shocked, to look at Ethan. He merely smiled, calm and composed. “The horse’s sides, don’t grip them so hard…”
Oh. Right. He meant the horse’s sides. My mind had definitely gone to the wrong place. I released my grip a little, feeling a bit em-
barrassed.
“My riding skills are excellent, no need to be scared. Chloe told you, right?” Ethan’s voice was full of self–assurance.
I secretly muttered: She did, actually. But she said you ride her like your personal racehorse!
After riding for a while, I started to relax, both physically and emotionally, so I instinctively leaned back. Because my hips were quite pronounced, their curve fit perfectly between Ethan’s legs. I felt a searing heat, as if pierced, and quickly straightened my
back, hearing Ethan suppress a groan in my ear.
“Engage your core. I’m going to speed up.”
Ethan’s tone held an odd, almost suggestive double meaning.
“Core?” I hadn’t quite registered it when Ethan nudged the horse’s sides, and we began
to
gallop
around the arena.
“Horse riding helps strengthen your core, your boyfriend will benefit from it too
