can do it,” I coaxed. I put the reins into his left hand. “Goldy neck reins, it’s really simple. Plus, we’re going in a straight line. I’ll be the co-pilot.” I gave Goldy a kick and he began to walk. Chaz tensed up and tightened his legs around Goldy’s belly. Goldy responded by tossing his head and trotting.
“Whoa!” yelled Chaz and yanked back on the reins. Goldy threw his head in the air and stretched his neck out. “How do I slow him down?”
“Stop gripping with your legs,” I warned. “That means go faster.” We bounced uncomfortably as Goldy trotted faster and faster. I put my arms around Chaz’s waist to balance. Well kind of. I just wanted to put my arms around him. His body felt hard and toned and the lingering scent of Polo cologne clung to his neck, like he had put it on a long time ago. I tried not to laugh. Jen was not trying at all. I could hear her giggles as we passed her.
“Whoa, Goldy, easy.” I put my hands over Chaz’s death grip on the reins and gently pulled back. Goldy slowed back down to a walk.
“Make him stop, I’ll walk.”
“You’re doing fine,” I reassured. “Just relax.” Goldy continued to walk and Chaz relaxed too. We settled into a nice pace and I kept my arms around him. I wanted to press my cheek into his back but I controlled myself. When we got to Jen’s house I dismounted and took the reins.
“How do I get off this thing?” he asked.
“Lean forward and swing your leg around. Then lean on your stomach and slide off.” Chaz cautiously followed my directions, relieved as he stood firmly on the ground.
“That wasn’t so bad, huh, Chaz?” asked Jen.
“That was great. NOT,” laughed Chaz. “Yep, I for sure still hate horses.”
“Wuss!” teased Jen.
I handed her the reins and she headed off to the barn to put the horses away while Chaz and I walked to the pool.
“Nice place,” he commented as he looked around. “She just moved in?”
“Three days ago.” I shrugged out of my t-shirt and tossed it onto a lounge chair. Chaz did the same and dove into the pool. I slipped my shorts off as he popped up from under the water and shook his head, spraying water all over me.
“C’mon, what’s taking you so long, slowpoke?” he teased and splashed water at me.
“That’s it. You’re dead!” I jumped in next to him. We started a splash fight which progressed to wrestling and eventually to him playfully tossing me across the pool.
“Hey, that’s not fair.” I brushed the water from my face and retied my ponytail.
“Do I need to separate you two?” Jen slowly lowered herself into the water and I glanced at Chaz to see if he was noticing her. Jen had curves. Jen had boobs, big ones, and they were stuffed into a yellow bikini halter top constructed of tiny triangles. He didn’t seem to notice.
We spent the rest of the afternoon bobbing around on floats with the occasional water fight when Chaz decided I had dried off too much. As the sun shifted to the side of the house it started to cool off and so did we. We climbed onto the loungers and wrapped ourselves in big Nautica beach towels.
Chaz closed his eyes, a small smile extending across his full lips. “You ready for tomorrow?” he asked. “For Almost Paradise ?”
“You know it. Are you ready for your first show?”
He opened his eyes. “Can’t wait. I get to have my first time with you,” he winked. I almost fell off the chair. Did he really just say that? Did it mean something?
Jen stood up and began to towel off. “I gotta get ready for work.” She was a greeter at Land and Sea Steakhouse and hated it. “You guys can hang out if you want.”
Chaz swung his long legs onto the concrete and stretched. “Actually, I need to get going too.” I couldn’t help but glance at his well-toned stomach as he extended his arms over his head. I felt heat rising up my neck and it wasn’t because it was hot. His eyes locked with mine and my face reddened for being caught.