Ride It

Chapter 10

Beatrice's POV

I can't believe it.

I stare at my flushed face in the mirror as I squish my flaming cheeks together.

Why did it feel so good?

Thinking back on last night and the noises I made has me covering my mouth to block my squeal.

Gah, I'm so embarrassed.

I didn't know I could sound like that.

Is this how it's supposed to feel? Was Jason doing it wrong this entire time, or does he not know how to make a woman feel good? Was he inexperienced like I was?

I can feel the aftereffects of our tussle as I hop into the shower. My body is stiff and despite the soreness I feel right now, I don't mind doing it again with Bentley.

In fact, just the thought of doing it again with him has me wet. I bite my lip as I tentatively place my hand down there to rub the tender area.

My body shudders at the pleasure it evokes and I want to explore more. I glide my fingers through my moist goodness and play with the little pink flesh that has me on my toes and stifling my moan.

"Beatrice, honey! Brunch is ready!" A shout from downstairs zaps some sense into me.

I gasp and quickly pull my hand away.

I can't believe I did that.

My face flushes as I quickly take the washcloth and clean my skin before hopping out of the shower.

What's gotten into me?

I throw on some clothes and apply a bit of ointment to my wounds before limping downstairs and into the kitchen.

Sal is the only one here, so I ask as I take a seat at the table. "Where's Rebecca?"

"She's upstairs cleaning Bentley's room."

I stiffen. Cleaning? Did we leave it dirty? What if they know what we did last night?

"Oh, okay..." Let's hope she doesn't notice anything. It's too embarrassing.

Sal places a plate in front of me and says. "Are you a late sleeper? It's almost lunchtime. I have to go to the main kitchen to help the girls with lunch."

I shake my head. "Usually I wake up early."

I guess Bentley tired me out. I can't tell her that, though.

"Perfect! Early to bed, early to rise. Make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. You young folks need to learn that."

I nibble on a piece of bacon and watch her bustle around the room.

What am I supposed to do while waiting for Bentley to finish his work? I doubt he'll let me do anything on my bad leg.

"Sal," I call out to her and smile the best smile I can muster. "Can I help you cook?"

I need to do something to feel like I've earned my place here. Taking care of Bentley isn't enough. I don't want him to discard me. This is the only way I know to help, given my limitations.

Sal looks at me in surprise. "Are you sure? What about your leg?" She glances at my leg worriedly. "Don't want you to be on that leg too much, you see."

I quickly reassure her, "It's fine. It's almost healed."

She eyes me doubtfully, but seeing the desperate look in my eyes, she sighs. "I guess it doesn't hurt to have ya around. Eat up and let's go feed the herd."