The Prince

Page 18

  Author: Tiffany Reisz

  Wesley led Nora through the quiet stables. Dozens of horses greeted them with low, breathy whinnies. He had to physically restrain her on several occasions from reaching out to pet the horses.

  “Thoroughbreds, Nor. These are Thoroughbreds, not kittens. They’re geared up and ready to run. And they’ll bite you if you get them in the right mood. And now, they are in the right mood. ”

  “But they’re so cute with their little socks on,” she said, pulling Wesley toward another stall, where a horse named Don’t Need the Money pranced about peevishly. “Plus, I bite back. ”

  “You know horse racing is called the sport of kings, right?” Wesley teased. Nora had a rather irreverent take on horse racing. He blamed all those clients of hers that were into pony play. She couldn’t look at a saddle or a bridle without telling him about her ex-client who watched My Friend Flicka for the same reasons other guys watched porn.

  “So what’s going on here?” Nora waved her hands around at the stables.

  “Prerace prep. Horses get rubbed down and dressed. Then it’s off to the starting gate. ”

  “The stands don’t look that full. Do people really make money off horse racing?”

  “Nora, this one race that’s happening here in Charleston Park? People all over the world are betting on it. ”

  “Damn. ”

  “I know. The purses aren’t really where the money is. You want to win races so your horse proves he can win. That way, other horse owners will pay you a fortune to breed their horses with yours. ”

  “So they can go on to win races and not win very much money, but then sell horsey spooge to the next generation. ”

  “Right. Disgusting, but right. ”

  “So do the horses like running?”

  “What?”

  Nora turned around and leaned back against the stable wall. A horse named Good Golly Miss Molly stuck her head out of the stall window and stuck her tongue out at Wesley.

  “Do they like it? Enjoy it?”

  “I don’t speak horse. But I think a lot of them do. They’ve been trained to enjoy it, trained to want to run. ”

  “But it’s dangerous. ”

  “Being a wild horse is dangerous, too. Being an animal is dangerous. Being a human is dangerous. ”

  “Putting bridles on them, making them do dangerous things for the pleasure of others…isn’t that wrong?”

  Just then Wesley noticed the wicked little twinkle in Nora’s eyes. They were green today. He’d asked her once why her eyes changed colors so often. One moment they shone bright emerald-green. In a blink they could turn black as night. “I have mood eyes,” she’d answered. “Green when I’m happy. Black when I’m horny. ”

  He sort of wished they were black right now.

  “You’re not talking about horse racing, are you?”

  Nora shook her head. “I am. But I’m not. ”

  “Horse racing isn’t like kink. Yeah, they both can be dangerous. And yeah, there’s some, I don’t know, non-consent involved. . . ”

  “And riding crops. ”

  “Yeah, and riding crops. But there’s a big difference between horse racing and kink. ”

  “And what’s that?” The twinkle remained in her eyes.

  “It’s sad when a Thoroughbred gets hurt in a race. But when Søren hurts you, I die inside. ”

  Nora said nothing. The twinkle in her eyes faded. She pushed herself off the stable wall and came to him. Throwing her arms around his neck, she brought her mouth to his and kissed him long and deep. So shocked was he by the sudden kiss, it took Wesley a second before he could even kiss her back. But when he did, he met her passion with hunger, met her lips with his tongue, met her lust with love.

  Wesley slid his hands down her back, and Nora pulled away.

  “What?” he asked, searching her face for any clue as to why she’d stopped.

  “Tonight,” she said, panting.

  “What’s tonight?”

  Nora laid her hands on his chest. She came up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. “What you wanted. We hang out, we watch movies, we eat dinner together, we talk. But instead of separate bedrooms…we go to bed together. ”

  She turned around and walked away. But not before she looked back at him once and winked.

  Wesley couldn’t stop smiling. Her eyes had turned black as night.

  He started to follow her, but heard his father calling his name.

  “What?” Wesley asked, sounding more peevish than he intended. His father glared at him. “Sorry. I mean, what is it?”

  “Do you want to see this horse or not?”

  Wesley decided answering truthfully would not win him any points in this situation.

  “Yes. Totally. Let’s go. ” Wesley and his father walked past the paddock to another set of stables.

  “Where’s that woman of yours?”

  “Dad, she’s my girlfriend, not ‘my woman. ’ And you know her name is Nora. ”

  “Don’t care what her name is. Just want to know where she is. ”

  Wesley tried and failed to suppress the eye-rolling urge. Thank God he’d remembered to put his sunglasses back on. Nothing pissed his father off more than disrespect.

  “She’s hanging out by the stables. She’ll behave herself. ”

  “I highly doubt that. ”

  Wesley highly doubted it, too. But with all the jockeys and trainers about, no way could Nora cause any riots. Only mild mayhem at most. Worst-case scenario was she’d offend a few jockeys with pony-play jokes. It would be a miracle if he could get her through the day without her testing out the riding crops on somebody.

  They entered the stall where the mare his father wanted to look at stood pawing at the ground. High-strung and well-muscled, she would make a terrible companion horse, but probably could outrun any gelding on the field. The veterinarian and his father talked about her stats and vitals while Wesley pretended to read her pedigree. Good genes that went all the way back to Ruffian. If his dad knew what he was doing, he’d put the mare and Farewell to Charms together. They’d have one hell of a runner with that genetic cocktail, probably a Derby winner. Maybe even the first Triple Crown winner since Affirmed in 1978. The money would pour into The Rails with a Triple Crown. The most famous horse farm in the industry would become a legend throughout the world.

  And Wesley couldn’t care less.

  “Son?”

  “Huh?” Wesley looked at his father. “Oh, yeah. Could work. ”

  His father nodded, reading Wesley’s agreement in the blank expression on his face. A mare like this would cost money—lots of it. Wesley had learned his poker face early on. His father had enough money to buy and sell the entire state of Kentucky ten time times before breakfast, but he had all that money because he never spent a cent more than necessary.

  The mare settled down long enough for Wesley to give her a pat on her flank. The horse’s taut muscle twitched under his hands. Feisty thing. She and Nora would get along well. Nora…a year and a half hadn’t changed her at all. He still couldn’t quite believe it had happened, poof, she was back in his life again. All that time apart disappeared in one instant, in one embrace, in one sentence she’d groaned in his ear when she’d wrapped her arms around him.

  God, you need a haircut.

  Wesley still couldn’t think about it without smiling. And yet he’d been so terrified at first. He still couldn’t quite believe Søren was allowing Nora to be with him. But as much as Wesley hated Søren, he couldn’t deny that the priest would do anything to protect the woman he considered his property, even giving her up.

  Søren…who was he? For two years Nora had talked about the man, mourned his absence from her life and her bed, tried to hate him, tried to stay away from, tried to convince Wesley he wasn’t the monster he thought. . . But until this summer, Wesley had never met him. And as soon as he had
, Wesley regretted it. Seeing that six-foot-four blond priest who looked like…looked like exactly the opposite of what he’d wanted him to look like.

  Nora once tried to describe Søren to Wesley. “Think Sting plus Jeremy Irons, but taller, sexier, and scarier than both of them combined. ”

  “You’re not exaggerating a little, are you?”

  “Wesley, I wouldn’t exaggerate or commit hyperbole for a billion dollars in a million years. ”

  “Nora. ”

  And that wild light in Nora’s eye had flickered and the smile faded from her face.

  “He has the most beautiful mouth of any man I’ve ever seen…” she’d said then, talking more to herself than Wesley. “Tender…and cruel. ”

  “Tender and cruel? You sound like one of your own books now,” Wesley had teased, hoping to bring her smile back. It scared him when she got like this, when she looked past him instead of at him, and he knew she’d gone back to Søren. At least in her mind.

  “Wait until you meet him,” she’d said, inhaling and forcing her smile back. “Then tell me how right I am. ”

  She’d been right.

  Nora’s bedroom had been the last place Wesley expected to meet the man. When Wesley and Nora lived together, the temptation to sneak off one Sunday morning and attend Mass at Sacred Heart had nearly overwhelmed him at times. But something told him that would be a dangerous mistake. He knew Nora still loved her priest, and the last thing Wesley wanted to do was give the man the satisfaction of knowing he was intimidated by him.

  Especially since Søren wasn’t remotely intimidated by Wesley.

  But Wesley refused to be intimidated another minute more by Søren or Nora’s feelings for him.

  After all…just ahead of him, standing by the paddock and flirting with Jon Huntley, one of the trainers at Calumet, was the one and only Nora Sutherlin…his Nora here in Kentucky with him, with Wesley.

  And he had Søren to thank for that.

  Wesley still recalled his shock when he’d pushed past Søren, ready to flee Nora’s house and the presence of the man who’d made a habit of turning her flawless pale skin black-and-blue.

  But Søren had spoken the words that Wesley knew would change his life even before the priest had elaborated.

  Wesley…I need to ask a favor of you.

  Slowly, Wesley had turned around and faced the priest once again.

  “A favor? What?” He heard hatred in his voice. It sounded so foreign. Wesley didn’t hate anyone, or didn’t think he did. Not until that moment.

  “As I said, things are happening. I’m concerned that Eleanor is at risk. I’d like her to leave the area for some time. I’d hoped that Kingsley and I could remedy the situation while she was upstate this summer, but unfortunately…”

  “Wait. What? You want me—”

  “I know who you are, Wesley. I know what you are. I knew before I even allowed you to move in with Eleanor. ”

  “Allowed? What do you mean, you ‘allowed’ me to move in with Ele—with Nora? She asked me. I said yes. ”

  Søren smiled then and that smile had drawn a line down the center of Wesley’s back with an icicle.

  “Eleanor is watched. ”

  Wesley had taken a step forward in fury.

  “You unbelievable asshole. You spy on your own girlfriend?”

  “It’s hardly spying, Wesley. Eleanor is my property. It’s my obligation to see to her safety. You lock the door to your car and never leave it on dangerous streets. Why? So it won’t get stolen. I see that Eleanor is watched so she won’t be harmed. It is the same principle. ”

  “Except Nora isn’t a car or a house. She’s a person. ”

  “Yes. And therefore infinitely more precious than any other chattel. Which is why the instant she took an interest in you, I had Kingsley find out who you were. ”