Today's teaser is from It's Complicated. I wrote this just yesterday so it's a little rough, but I thought you all would enjoy something from further into the story. Not exactly sure where this is going to go, but that's half the fun. :) Hope you enjoy!
Aidan smiled when he saw me and waved me over. I hurried over, trying to ignore the horses that were tied everywhere. If I pretended they weren’t there, I could get through.
When I reached him, he asked, “You okay?”
I tugged my t-shirt down. “Perfect. Did I make it in time?”
“Just. He’s up next.” He led me through the groups of people so I didn’t get lost. Or panic and bolt, I thought when a horse poked it’s head near my head and snorted. I jumped and clung to Aidan, who laughed, but moved faster.
Why did I come again? Oh yeah, because Sloan deserved to have someone he knew watch him win. Just because Maggie and my dad couldn’t be there for him, didn’t mean I couldn’t be.
We stopped at the fence and watched, as the horse Sloan would be riding was loaded into the chute. Then Sloan settled himself on top and was prepped by his and the horses handlers.
He glanced over toward Aidan and smiled, but it slid off his face when he saw me. His eyes widened, but before he could say anything the gate opened and the horse ran straight out into the arena, bucking the whole way. Unfortunately, Sloan hadn’t been ready and he’d been tossed to the ground within moments of leaving the gate.
My heart leaped into my throat as the horse reared and came way too close to stomping on him, but he got up immediately while the wranglers soothed the horse and brought him back in. Sloan on the other hand brushed off his hat and stomped over to me. When he reached me, he grabbed the upper part of my arm and dragged me along behind him.
Even though I’d dug my heels in, he was able to pull me out of the arena, past the livestock pens, and into a shaded spot that was away from the main drag.
I yanked out of his grasp and rubbed at my arm. I was so angry I couldn’t form the words to tell him off.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing? You made me lose!” He glared at me, taking a step closer.
“I made you lose?! No, you did that on your own. You’re the one who fell. I did nothing but watch,” I said. My back hit the wall behind me and I realized I’d backed up away from him. Refusing to let him scare me, I set my feet shoulder width apart and stared him down. But my eyes wanted to do a study of him and make sure he was all right. He’d taken such a hard fall.
“If it hadn’t been for you watching me, I wouldn’t have fallen. Why are you here?” He took another step closer. His toes bumped mine and he put his face into mine.
I shoved my hair away from my face. “I came to see you win. What did it look like? I knew you were disappointed that Maggie and my dad couldn’t come watch, so I came. But don’t worry about it. I won’t do it--”
I was cut off when his mouth came down on top of mine. At first I was frozen in place, but before long my eyes fluttered closed and I brought my arms up around his neck. He made a sound that was a cross between a groan and a moan. His hands grabbed my hips and yanked my closer, pressing his body against mine.
My head spun and my pulse bounded in my throat as he pulled back to give us a chance to take a breath, but I dragged him back to me again. His mouth met mine and he pushed me so I crashed into the wall behind me. My body was crushed between his and the wall, but I didn’t care.
He moved his mouth to my throat and I tilted my head, enjoying the sensations of his tongue running down my neck and along my collarbone. His hands slipped under my shirt, but stayed at my waist, his thumbs running circles over my skin and driving me crazy.
As if from a fog I heard his name being called, but neither of us seemed to care. When we heard it again, he groaned and pulled back, but only enough to look and see who was calling him. A brief second later, he cursed, dropped his hands and took three huge steps backward. I kept my eyes glued to the ground as my emotions and body tried to adjust itself to what had happened and what I needed to do now.