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Chapter 7
"Clary," Luke's voice called behind us. She and I turned just as he was jogging toward us. "The fence at the south end of the property needs to be fixed. I'm going to ride out and take care of it."
"No," she shook her head. "I can do it. Jace needs to go out there anyway. It'll kill two birds with one stone."
"It's a long way out." He gave me a fleeting glance and then his attention went back to Clary. "You'll have to take the horses."
"I know, but he still needs to be taken out there. So, I might as well do it." Clary shrugs. Luke sighs and gives her a defeated nod. "Come on, Jace," She motions me to follow her inside the fence with the horses. She saunters over to a black and white one and took him by the harness around his head. "You'll ride Oreo. He's the most calm of all our horses. I'll ride Pepper." She points to a black horse across the field. I've never ridden a horse and frankly, this kinda scares the shit out of me. She can see the unsure look on my face and walks Oreo over to me. "Here pet him, talk to him, get comfortable with him. I'll warn you, your ass will be sore after a few hours."
"A few hours?" I ask and raise a brow.
"Yeah, a few hours," She sniffs a laugh. "It'll take us at least four to get to the edge of the fence, then we have to fix it, and another four hours to get back. So you'd better call that girlfriend of yours and tell her not to expect you anytime soon." That sounds better already. I whip out my phone and text Kaelie, 'B home l8. Don't w8 up.' She sends back a sad face and I tuck the phone back into my pocket. Clary heads off in the direction of another barn, the one that holds the horses, and comes back with a saddle. "Here," she says handing me the bundle of leather and a blanket. "Put it on Oreo's back. I'm going to go get my saddle and then I'll show you how to cinch it." I nod and do as she says.
Never did I ever expect to be riding a horse. I've done some stupid shit in my life but riding an animal never crossed my mind. Clary comes back with her own saddle and I watch her toss it on her horses back and tighten the strap under the horse's belly. I would do the same, but with my luck, I'd get killed. She doesn't give me the luxury of standing by while she does all the work, she makes me do it. All the while I'm wondering how the hell I'm going to get on this damn thing. Clary nods her approval when I'm done then instructs me on how to mount Oreo.
"O.K. put your foot in the strirrup," she points to a leather flap hanging next to Oreo's rib cage, "Hold on to the horn, and pull yourself up." I turn to look at her in question. Last I knew, horses didn't have horns. She laughs and points to a hard knob sticking up at the front of the saddle.
"That's the horn of the saddle. Use it as leverage to pull up." I do as she says and the saddle starts to turn toward me, but I move fast and manage to hoist myself up. "Not bad for a greenhorn." Clary smirks and I shake my head.
"Clary," Jocelyn calls from the front door. Clary turns to her and she makes her way out to us with a basket in hand. "I made you guys something to eat. There's sandwiches and water inside. There's a storm coming this way so take these just in case." Jocelyn hands Clary a set of keys and I cock my head in question. Keys for what? Clary hugs her mom and kisses her on the cheek, then mounts Pepper and trots toward me. I thought I'd have issues getting on a horse, and she is shorter than I am, but she did it like it was second nature to her.
"You ready?" she chimes with a smile.
"As I'll ever be," I sigh.
"It's fine, just like driving a car; move the reins in the direction you want Oreo to go and he'll obey. If you want him to stop, tug them back. Nudge his ribs to get him to move forward, just not too hard or he'll run and you're not ready for that."
"O.K." I say and Clary gives me a wry smile. She keeps Pepper close to Oreo, even though the horse pushes to be ahead of mine. Clary doesn't say much, and I don't either. She points out random pieces of interest and tells them what they are or were used for, and by the time we're two hours into our ride, my ass I sore. I shift in my saddle and Clary giggles. "You know," I say after I've managed to become a little more comfortable. "I think I know why all girls want a pony."
"Oh?" Clary glances sideways at me, "Why's that?"
"The friction in the saddle," I say matter of fact. Clary busts out laughing. It echoes in the wide open space. I have to say, this is the most beautiful view I've ever seen, light blue skies blanketed with white fluffy clouds and mountain peaks taller than the Empire State Building. The air is nice and crisp but the wind brings a little bit of a chill with it. I've found that late May isn't the warmest of months in Augusta.
"Have you ever thought that girls just want ponies because they're pretty?"
"Maybe when their little girls, but girls your age," I shake my head. "It's all about the friction in the saddle. Tell me you've never had an orgasm from saddle friction and I'll let it go." Clary snorts a laugh and I smirk.
"I've never had an orgasm from saddle friction, and I ride a lot."
"Do you now?"
"HORSES!" She elaborates.
"Uh huh, glad we're on the same page." Clary rolls her eyes and we fall back into silence until we reach the fence. One of the posts has been knocked over leaving a wide gap for any animal to get through. "How does this happen?"
"Weather, one of the horses pushing on it, there are a few different ways. It's not a hard fix. Come on," Clary hops off of Pepper and pulls two pairs of gloves out of a satchel attached to the saddle. She hands me a pair and we and we both shove our hands inside. "It's not electric, so you don't have to worry about anything but the barbs. They can pierce through the gloves if you're not careful." She blows a curl out of her face, and it strikes me that I hadn't noticed it wasn't pulled back in a braid. I like her hair wild and untamed.
The post looked like it had been picked up and left to lie on the ground. She was right. It would be an easy fix. I helped her lift the post, shove it back in the hole in the ground and watched as she fiddled with the wire a bit before removing her gloves and smiling. The smile didn't last long. A crack of thunder made the both of us jump and look up. The once fluffy clouds were turning dark gray and it looked like a blurry window was covering the scenery in front of us. Clary spun to face me and we quickly mounted our horses.
"We need to try and stay ahead of it," She said, but on horses at walking speed, staying ahead of a storm that came out of nowhere seemed like a fat chance to me. We'd only been moving a half an hour when the rain hit, both of us hunched over to try and stay as warm was we could. Clary didn't take the same route back that we'd taken to get here and after being drenched in freezing water for about twenty minutes, we strode up to a wood cabin with a small barn attached. We slid off the horses and led them inside, shivering and teeth chattering. We shut the horses in the small stable, gave them hay, covered them with blankets and headed inside the cabin.
"What is this place?" I ask once inside.
"M-my dad," Clary stuttered. "He b-built this p-place a long t-time ag-go." There was no electricity, which meant no heat and our bones were already icicles. "I'll get some different clothes," Clary said and turned to the right, past the small kitchen and living room. There was a fireplace and a couch in the living space, a stove that looked foreign to me and a sink in the kitchen. It was apparent that this place was here for necessity, not luxury. I pulled my shirt off and wrung it out in the sink as I waited for Clary to come back. I had no idea what time it was or where we were, but I really didn't care either.
"I grabbed you some of my dad's old…" Clary trailed off when she rounded the kitchen corner. I stood shirtless in front of her, and watched as her eyes traveled from my face to my chest, my stomach, and settled on the defined V in my hips that I worked hard to put there. I smiled and crossed my arms. That seemed to snap her out of whatever fantasy she was having. Her eyes came back to mine and her jaw hung wide. Clary closed her eyes, took a deep breath in and bit her bottom lip.
"Here," she held out a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt. She'd found a flannel button up that hung too long on her arms and fell almost to her knees. Her hair was a mess, but a good mess, and I wanted to run my fingers through her tangles. "You can change back there. I'll start a fire." She pointed to whatever room she just came out of and I gave a curt nod. I pushed through the door of a small bedroom. A twin bed sat tucked next to the only window in the room and a dresser was opposite of it. I managed to get out of my soaked jeans and pull on the clothes she gave me.
When I came back out, Clary already had a fire started and was working on the sandwiches her mother had made. "I thought you'd probably be hungry," She handed me a plate and smiled.
"Thanks," I reply and woof that sandwich down like it's the last meal I'll ever eat. I'm still cold, and I imagine that Clary is too since she's only wearing a shirt that looks like a horrible dress, but it looks sexy on her. The top two buttons are undone, hiding a little too much and there are slits alone the outsides of her legs that don't go up far enough. It leaves too much to my imagination, and my mind goes crazy. I sit next to her on the VERY uncomfortable couch and we eat in silence.
"So what is it?" Clary turns her head to ask.
"What's what?"
"What is it about her?"
"Kaelie?" My voice takes a tone of surprise. Kaelie is the last person I wanted to pop up in conversation. Clary nods and sets her plate down on the floor. "I really couldn't say. We've been together so long I guess it just seemed like the next step to take."
"You don't love her?"
"I wouldn't say that," I shake my head, but when I look back at her, I instantly regret my answer. "There are different ways to love people. You can love a person, and you can be IN love with a person. I just don't know if I've reached the IN love part with her. She's great, and I love her for who she is and all that she's done, but that's all I can say at this point."
"Then why did you ask her?"
"Next step," I repeat.
"Convenience," she says. I bob my head left to right and shake my head.
"There is nothing convenient about Kaelie." Clary smiles and agrees. We sit quietly after that, and it takes everything in me not to reach over and pull her in.
"I think I'm going to go to bed," Clary says. I turn to her in surprise. It doesn't seem like it should be late enough for bed, but I didn't know exactly how long we'd sat there and stared at the fire either. It could have been midnight for all I knew. The world outside was black, wet, and shivering. I was still cold myself. I nod at Clary and smile. "Do you want the bed," she points to the back room, "Or the couch." Neither seemed like promising prospects but I was fine where I was.
"I'm fine here."
"O.K, Good night," Clary waves and I watch until I can no longer see her amidst the darkness. I lie down on the couch, tuck the quilt hanging off the back around me and watch the licks of fire until my eyes droop. It wasn't even an hour later when I heard the floor boards creak and the sound pulled me out of my sleepy haze. I'd gotten hot at some point and pulled my shirt off, so when I sat up to find the source, Clary's eyes widened and she bit her lip again.
"You alright?" I ask and rub my eyes.
"Yeah, it's just really cold back there. The heat isn't reaching to the back room. I'll end up losing some fingers and toes if I stay back there." She laughs and looks away. "I'm just gonna sleep on the floor."
"You're not sleeping on the floor," I say and she looks up with wide eyes. I move on my side and lift the quilt. "There's room here." Clary gives me a worried glance and I say the first thing that comes to mind. "Just pretend I'm Alec." Shit! NO! Don't pretend I'm Alec. I am NOT like Alec, but that would be the problem in the first place. She ponders my offer and then tip-toes over and slides in next to me. "You're freezing," I shiver when her cold clothes press into my skin.
"I told you I was bordering losing appendages," Clary whispered. I run my hand up and down her arm to warm her up and stop when she's no longer shaking. Her hair smells like vanilla and rain and I just want to touch her skin. The fire flickers making her hair brighter in some areas and darker in others. "Jace," Clary murmurs startling me. I'd thought she'd fallen asleep. When I don't answer, she turns her head to face me her lips only a breath away from mine. "I thought you were asleep." I shake my head slowly. There's no way I could sleep with ass pressed up against my dick. Oh Christ! I need to start thinking about something else, but I can't help it. She's staring at me with her big green eyes, endless fields of grass pulling me in.
I don't realize that I'm actually leaning in until I feel her breath on my lips. I stop just before touching her and open my eyes. The next move is hers and she surprises me by closing her eyes and running her bottom lip over both of my lips. I want to pull her in and explore every inch of her mouth, but I don't. I wait until she is ready, and when she stills her movements, that's when I take my chance. I pull her bottom lip between my teeth gently and then suck on it. A rush of air breaks past her lips like she'd been holding her breath, and I press my palm against her cheek. Her tongue meets mine in a perfect dance and she tastes…God!
My hand slips lower under the blanket until it's resting on her hip and my fingertips press achingly into her bone. Clary moans and it sends a shock through my body. I let my hand fall and find where the shirt separates and press it against the smooth skin of her stomach. I can feel the goose bumps erupt below my finger tips as I edge them closer to her panty line. I push lower and her breath hitches. Her fingernails dig into my forearm and she breaks the kiss. I use my hand to press her body closer to mine and she sighs as she turns away.
I run my lips along her shoulder and find her hand underneath the blanket. With her hand on top of mine, I laced our fingers, and when I reached her ear with my lips I whispered, "Show me how to make you feel good," And I lowered them to where my hand originally was. She turned to look at me again, and her eyes sparkle. Our hands travel lower, and lower until Clary has me rubbing circles into her warm, moist flesh. Our eyes are locked the entire time until her breathing picks up and I push two fingers inside her. Clary's head rolls back onto my shoulder and her hips move with the rhythm I've set.
I want to make her come. I want to hear her, and feel it inside her, but not yet. I stop and Clary pouts. I move from behind her on the couch and she rolls to her back. I smile and bite my lip before kissing her again. Clary pulls me completely on top of her and I allow this for a moment before sitting up on my knees and tugging her hips to bring us closer. Clary smiles and I start to unbutton her shirt. Each movement I make is slow and deliberate and it kills me. I don't want to do anything slow. I want fast and hard, but I can't do that with Clary, because I also want to absorb every inch of her, remember exactly how each part of her body feels.
I kiss my way up her body and smile when she squirms. Her hands find their way into my sweats, and for someone with small hands, she knows exactly how to use them. Being the control freak I am, I take those beautiful hands and hold them above her head, our fingers locked and then I slide into her. I'm pretty sure we had both been holding our breath because when I bury myself as deep as I can go, we exhale together. I let her hands go so I can hold her cheeks while I kiss her and my body begs me to move. She feels so good that I've decided if I were to die in this very moment, I'd be happy. I would have experienced the best feeling the world had to offer, and then I moved.
Our paces match, our breathing synced, and I knew that no other person would complement me better than Clary. I didn't know if I could live a life without her after this. I brought us both to a crescendo, her pants quicker and her voice a soft whisper as my name rolls off her tongue. I hadn't felt her nails in my back until she moved her hands and I could feel the sting, but it was a good sting. I push her curls from her forehead and press my own to it. Tears run down the sides of her face and I roll her on top of me and hold her until we both fall asleep.
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