Chapter 222

• CLEO POV
• I saddled him up in a flash, and grabbed my helmet, swinging myself up onto his back before I’d even fastened my chin strap. He strode out with his head high, ears pricked as we made our way out past the other horsey faces in the stalls and further out past Carlson. He waved as we cleared the barn, and I squeezed Tino to a trot as we headed up the drive and onto the lane.
• The saddle felt harder than usual against tender flesh, every pace a reminder of the fact I’d been fucked the night before. I’d really been fucked the night before. Potentially harder than I’d ever been fucked, and definitely deeper.