Page 15 of Broken Rules

“One of the couples last night said they’d been here before.”

“Yes.Repeat visitors are common.Gives people a chance to get away from the pressure of their lives, but also the freedom to explore sexual practices that some might consider taboo.”

“Like anal sex.”

“Yes, or a ménage, or some might even consider bondage unnatural.Here, we give the couples the freedom to try anything they want.We also give them instructions on how to be safe doing so.”

Tilting her head back, she glanced at him.“What happened to your degree in animal science that you went to Humboldt for?”

“I have that too.A degree in animal husbandry along with a degree in human development.I manage the horses and the grounds personnel; Jared manages the hospitality staff.”

Tyler guided the horse onto the smaller path, then into the clearing, where he brought them to a stop.Dismounting, he grimaced at the tightness of his jeans.

He reached up and put his hands on Becca’s waist.“Swing your leg over and slide down.I’ve got you.”

She followed his instructions, and he held her close when her feet touched the ground.He had her right where he wanted her—in his arms, against his body, and he wanted to lay her down here in this quiet meadow, strip her bare, and bury his dick inside her pussy.

The air brushing their naked skin, the sky filled with the cries of her passion.

Hold on, buddy.There was a lot of ground they needed to cover before he could even begin to think about having sex with Becca.

“Okay?”He needed to put some space between them before he lost all his good intentions.Not that he had any.One week.He only had one week with Becca.How serious could things get in a week?

“I’m fine.”She stepped out of his hold.

“Good.”He removed the leather hobble from the horse’s neck and gave him a good scritch behind the left ear before he secured the hobble below the knees of his front legs.After a gentle stroke from forehead to muzzle, he opened the saddlebags.He pulled out a blanket and a couple of small pillows.Tucking them under his arm, he captured her hand.

He scanned the area and determined the best place for them to sit—near the rocks that would serve as a nice backrest.He released her hand and dropped the pillows, then spread the blanket.

“Have a seat.”Tyler waved his hand.

She lowered herself onto the blanket, and Tyler slid to his knees.He reached up and brushed stray hair away from her face.

Becca flinched at his touch.

“Touching is an integral part of this week.”He skimmed his fingers over her hair and found the pins at the back of her head.He removed them.

Hair as soft as pure silk flowed over his hand when he removed the last of the pins.He resisted the urge to bury his face in its waves and inhale what he was sure was her unique fragrance.All woman.

“I know.”He smiled at the note of exasperation in her response.Probably from being sexually frustrated.

“You may not know it, but you’re far from relaxed.What is it?On the horse, you were bantering with me, wiggling against me.What’s changed?”

“I…” Her hand fluttered to her throat.

He didn’t have a clue why she was so nervous.Maybe he could make this a bit more pleasant for her.

“Let’s try this.”Maneuvering his body, he picked up a pillow and placed it against the rock.He sat back into the natural depression.“Come here.”He spread his legs and patted the ground between his thighs.

Becca stared at him but she slid between his thighs.Once again, her butt rested against his groin, her back against his chest, and her head resting on his shoulder.There was still tension in her body.

“That’s better.”He settled his arms around her waist but kept his touch light.“How much sexual experience have you had since we were together?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

He chuckled.There was the fire he was looking for.“I haven’t been a monk, but I’m not the hound dog you seem to think I am.It’s been a while since I’ve had a lover.”Not since nine months ago, when his fiancée decided her job was more important than he was.

“It’s been over two years for me.”

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