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Sugar Daddies(6)
Author: Jade West


“You ride?” I asked.

“Oh yes, we ride.” His eyes prickled me. “Just not horses.” He wouldn’t stop staring, and his gaze was hot. I took a step back, propping myself against the kitchen island. “So, tell me about Katie Serena Smith. Fresh out of university, a business degree under your belt. What next?”

I shrugged. “I’m planning on bailing out of the conventional. That’s why I’m here.”

I had both of their attention.

Rick held his beer up. “Conventional is overrated. We don’t conform much in this household.”

“What are you bailing out of?” Carl asked.

I held up my glass. “The boring. The mundane. The status quo. I studied business because I felt I should get a conventional degree. Now I want to live for me.” I took a breath. “I want my own yard. Just a small affair, maybe six horses. That would do nicely.” It felt weird to share my ambitions so quickly, and part of me twitched inside, twitching at the potential disapproval.

Carl tapped his fingers against his wine glass, weighing me up. “An eventing yard? Dressage, perhaps?”

I shook my head. “Neither. Just a little riding school. A couple of horses for a couple of kids, it’s been my dream since I was a little girl.”

He didn’t look impressed, and I didn’t expect him to. Rick was more forthcoming. He smiled and nodded, and uttered noises of approval.

“I only have the one horse,” I continued. “But I want that to change, soon. It’s why I’m here.”

“Money to set up a stable?” Rick asked, not even a hint of condescension in his tone. “That’s really cool.”

I nodded. “It costs a fair bit, even for such a small scale.”

Carl pointed a finger in my direction. “You could use your business degree for a few years, build up some real world corporate experience. You could walk into a decent sales or finance training role.”

I stared at him. Mr Mega Corporate. Stared at the hard lines of him, the promise of steely muscle under his shirt. He worked out a lot, you could tell. He wasn’t all hip and lean like Rick. He was solid. Like a bull. An angry bull. The wine was already hitting me, swishing warm in my stomach, and I tried to imagine him fucking me, his face in mine while he pounded me, the grunts of him as his flesh slapped mine. I wasn’t sure whether the thought thrilled or petrified me. Maybe a bit of both.

Definitely a bit of both.

And he’d paid for it in advance. Paid for me.

I focused back on the conversation. “I could probably toe the corporate line, yes.”

Carl raised an eyebrow. “But you’re not going to?”

“No. I’m not going to.” I kept my eyes steady. Determined. He wasn’t the only one who had steel.

I breathed in relief as he looked away. “I do admire those who know what they want out of life.”

Rick laughed. “Carl doesn’t tolerate indecision easily.” I filed that away for future reference. He dug in his pocket, pulled out some rolling tobacco. “Going to head out for a smoke,” he said. His eyes sparkled, full of meaning. “Do you?”

I placed my wine on the counter. “I’ll come for some fresh air.”

Carl didn’t move, not even a muscle, and I was glad. He held up his mobile as we made our way outside. “I’ll just check my emails.”

 

The garden was impressive, like the rest of the pad. A big wooden table with chairs, and two of those chiminea burners. There was a covered area for smoking, the whole place edged with a classy rock garden. It was as swish as the interior. Impressive and imposing. Rick rolled his cigarette as his eyes weighed me up.

“He’s difficult, but he’s really cool when you get to know him.”

I raised my eyebrows. “No, he’s fine.”

Rick smirked, placing his roll up between his lips. “He’s difficult. He knows it, too. He can’t help himself.”

“Really, he’s fine.” I smiled, and hoped I appeared genuine. In reality the guy intimidated the shit out of me, enough to set my nerves alight. A healthy thousand in my bank account made it a lot easier to stay put, but the thought of fucking the guy was enough to bring me out in a cold sweat. Rick on the other hand, Rick I’d do for fun.

His smile was so easy. “I’m glad you came.”

“Thanks, me too.”

“Some don’t,” he admitted. “For some it’s all talk. I hoped you’d show.”

“I’m serious about this,” I said. “The idea suits me.”

“How so?”

I let myself relax in his presence, catching the scent of him on the breeze. “I don’t get much chance for dating. University, two jobs, horse to look after.”

“But university’s over.”

“Just frees me up for more stable time.”

“Priorities, I get it.” He leaned against the wall. “You’re nicer than I hoped. Your smile is cuter.”

“Thanks.” I leaned beside him. “You’re nicer than I hoped. Taller.”

“Seriously, don’t mind Carl,” he said. “He’s really something when you get to know him.”

“I’m sold,” I laughed. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

“I really hope so.” He reached for my hand, pulled me into him, until I could smell beer and smoke, and him. “You don’t need to rush, by the way. Neither of us expect anything, not tonight.”

But I did want something. I wanted him. The mess of his hair was perfect, the lean lines of him pleasing to the eye. His tattoos were hot, patterns and hearts and stars over tight muscle. He wet his lips, and I caught sight of chrome. A tongue bar. I wondered how it would feel against my clit, and the thought shocked me. The extent of my attraction to Rick shocked me.

“You said you had piercings, you didn’t say which.”

He poked his tongue out, showing it in its full glory. “Tongue, nipples.” He paused. “Cock.”

Excitement fizzed. “You have your cock pierced?”

He grinned. “You could say that.”

I forced my mind back to Carl. No favouritism, as per the rules. “And Carl, does he?”

He shook his head. “No, he’s a blank canvas, not even a hint of a piercing. How about you?”

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