Just an Ashley Love story

Time Lapse, Exactly two weeks later. (Sunday)
Christine’s POV

Its 4:00 in the morning and I’m loading Man Man into the trailer. With Angel sitting on the sidelines busting my ass about how my flatwork was going to shit, the past two weeks, I’m confident I can win the hunters class now. If I don’t, she’ll kick my ass, and Ashely would probably laugh. She’s been teaching him what to get on me about and what to look for while I’m riding so he can give me pointers at the show. Last week’s show I canceled because Angel was still having a hard time getting around, even with Jinxxs’ help, But this week is the Dublin Hunters show. I registered and paid for it months in advance so I wasn’t missing it.

Ash and Jinxx have become almost permanent fixtures here. Ash will drive up with Jinxx, or Jinxx will drive, almost every day after studio time with the band or after Ash is done finalizing a new product for his fashion line. Jinxx takes care of Angel with whatever he can, and Ash and I have been getting closer. We never really talked about what happened that night, and we haven’t really done anything but make out since, but he did finally ask me to be his. He said the thought of any other man even having a chance at me bothered him to no end. Goofy bastard!

Not having to work in the barn has helped me a lot, I got the customers bike done in half the time, and Ash helped. His designer capability’s also helped me work out a paint scheme for a car that’s been sitting in my shop for the better half of a year.

We have almost everything in common, and we have way to much fun cracking jokes and picking on each other. We laugh and smile more every day.

“ASH!?!?! ARE YOU READY YET?? WE GOTTA GO!!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Its too damn early for this shit, when I’m on tour I’m probably only just about falling asleep at this time”

“Welcome to my world!! This is usual in the spring, and fall, summer and winter, not so much.” The fall show season started, but being in L.A. it didn’t make much of a difference, it’s always hot out here. There will be a dip in the pool when I get home. I actually can’t wait to get in already.

“Hey babe, when we get to the show, is there anything I can do to help? I want to help you as much as possible, I’m not Angel but I don’t want to be useless.”

“Hmmm, there isn’t much really you can do. You ride, but not English. Angel just takes control cuz she can, and she likes to help. It’s just me today, I have no students with me. I can handle pretty much everything myself. All you really can do is stand there and look pretty, so I can show you off hehe.”

“Well aren’t you funny,”

“Mmmm, I try.” He reaches over and pinches my side, making me jump and squeal. He has never tried to tickle me before. His eyes get wide, and his mouth drops open and I hear a long gasp,

“OH MY GOD, you’re ticklish!!??”

“No comment!!”

“YES I FOUND MY WEAPON!!”

“Aren’t you ticklish?”

“Well, yeah but I’m too fast for you”

“Oh Ash, do you really think you could out run me?”

“Yup.”

Oh it’s so on, and he knows it. He has a sly, shit eating grin on his face. So smug. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye, and I see his look change change, he now has lust in his eyes. He reaches out his hand and puts it high on my leg, and doesn’t move. Oh he’s bad, I smile knowingly, and he mirrors it.

~time jump~home after the show~

Christine’s POV
“Just make sure they have water, I’ll be out to feed them later.” Chris, one of my loyal farm hands, ran off to do what he needed to do. It was an early day for them. Early day for me to. It’s a rarity for me to go to a show and be back before 3. The feed is already set up as well as their hay, so I offered to take the feeding so they can all go out or go home.
Man Man and I did really well, Reserve champion. Second place pretty much. Firsts in all 3 Jumper rounds, and the flat I pulled a 4th. The judge didn’t like how Man Man carried himself. He’s a Jumper more than anything, and frames his neck too much for the long and low hunter look. It was really just for fun so I didn’t mind. Ash on the other hand, started yelling like he was yelling at the refs of a football game. He got looks from everybody there, I just laughed.

I walked up to the house, and looked at the pool as I passed. HELL YEAH, I’m going swimming. I ran at this point excited, I love my pool. It’s nothing fancy, just an in ground pool, 8ft on one end, 3ft on the other. I burst into the house, almost running Ash over, and I fell on my butt trying to stop before I did.

He looked down at me, and put his hand out to help me up, “Well this looks familiar,” he said with a smirk.

“Shut it!! I’ll bite you.”

“I’ll like it. Why are you rushing in like that anyway, I was just about to come out to find you.”

“Wanna go swimming??”

He looked at me like I was nuts. Okay maybe I am, a little, but I really wanted to go swimming.

“You want to go swimming, now?”

“Yeah! I have a few hours before I have to go and feed the horses, and I planned on ordering pizza or something cuz I don’t wanna cook. I’m hot and sweaty, I. Wanna. Go. Swimming.” I stuck my tongue out at him, and pushed passed him to my room. I had to find my bathing suit. If I still had one. To be honest I normally just go nude when it’s dark, and no one’s around and if I do go swimming during the day, I go in a bra and underwear. There really isnt a difference! But, I don’t want to do that with ash around. He’s never seen me without clothes on before, so I didn’t want to be in a bra and underwear, just seems wrong, I dunno.

“I don’t have a bathing suit,” he said as he walked in the door. “It’s not like I carry one around everywhere I go.”

“I might have a pair of board shorts that will fit you, they’re mens, I bought them when I thought I would try and surf, I didn’t like the womens.”

“You were gunna try and surf? What stopped you?”

“Sharks.”

He laughed, “They aren't that bad here, you should try it. I could teach you”

“OK, maybe one day if I can ever get the courage up. If you look in the closet, top shelf there is a box that says mens clothing, they should be the only thing in there.”

He pulled down the box, and pulled out the shorts. He went into the bathroom and tried them on while I searched for my bathing suit. I finally found it, it’s skimpier than I remember. I’d probably be better off in a bra and underwear. The triangle string top and tie up bottoms cover nothing. Oh well. I waited for him to come out of the bathroom so I could change.

When he came out, my jaw dropped. I havent seen him with his shirt off yet, other than in pictures. He’s gorgeous. His body is cut and lean. Washboard abs and his outlaw tattoo across them.

“Hmm, I guess you like what you see?”

“Smart ass.”

“You were the one staring!”

He walked up to me, grabbed my hands pulled me in for a kiss and placed my hands on his stomach. He guided my hands up his abs, then his chest and wrapped them around his neck. He kissed me for just a few seconds more, gently bit my lip and pulled away telling me, “Go change, its my turn to stare.”

My heart fluttered. I knew what he was doing, and it was working. I looked back at him before I closed the door, he was chewing on his lower lip, his eyes half lidded, and sexy as hell.

I changed quick, making sure I was still clean shaven and looking ok before I walked out. He was sitting on the bed. I got a little self-conscious as I walked out, with him looking at me. I’m not “soft” I’m hard cut, and solid muscle. I’m still curvy at the hips like most women, and my tits are easily a D cup and perky. My ass is rounded but not too big. But it’s the muscle I’m worried about. Some men get turned off by a woman as cut as I am. I don’t look like a body builder but, you know.

I wrapped my arms around my midsection because he didn’t move, or say anything.
When he saw me do that he stood up and took my hands away.

“Don’t cover yourself, you’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful. I never want to see you cover yourself up in front of me like that again.”

In a whisper I said, “I got uncomfortable, you didn’t say anything, I thought maybe you didn’t like what you saw. Most men don’t”

He let out an audible breath like he was hurt, and pulled me close so he could whisper in my ear, “I’m not most men, I’m YOUR man.”

He kissed me hard, grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the house to the pool. As we got close, he stopped and looked at me.

“What? What’s wrong?”

He smiled big, picked me up over his shoulder and jumped into the pool, me screaming the whole way. When we resurfaced, I splashed him laughing. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him, turning me so my back was to his front, and cuddled me close. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, and closed my eyes. This truly couldn’t get much better. Then I thought about the conversation we never had, it’s been 2 weeks since that night at Jakes. And even though nothing has really happened since then, I can feel the tension between us building, and know he is going to stay tonight, I’m afraid it will burst. I know he still isn’t ready, and I’m not either.

"i have to go feed the horses, it'll only be a minute, i'll be right back." I ran down to the barn and dropped the horses feed and hey, 10 minutes tops. I run back up to the pool, rinse off my feet and hop back in. "Miss me?"

"Always."

We floated there in silence for a while just enjoying being wrapped up in each other. I figured now was the perfect time to talk with him.

“Hey Ash? We need to talk.”

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