Innocence Tempted by Samantha Blair Page B

made me think about Cody, so I decided to head out to his ranch. There were a couple of clearly marked riding trails that could also be used as hiking trails, and he’d told me I was welcome to use them. I hoped I could manage without getting myself too terribly lost.
    I parked my truck in the drive not far from Cody’s house and got out. As I stretched, I committed myself to putting the whole firing incident out of my mind. The sun was shining in the late afternoon, and despite my pissy mood, I was actually enjoying the fact that I was here instead of stocking those dusty shelves. I put my ear buds in and slipped my iPod into the wa i stband of my pants, losing myself in the music.
    I rolled my shoulders back a few times and then reached up over my head, lengthening my spine. I closed my eyes and focused on what Cody had been teaching me earlier this week.
    Control your breathing. You control your own body. It does not control you. Control of the body starts with control of the breathing. Breathe slowly, in through the nose, out through the mouth.
    I exhaled slowly and bent over, reaching for my toes.
    He had been teaching me orgasm control, which was not a particularly fun thing to learn, but in some ways it was quite fascinating. I had never really felt in control of my own body before. I tripped over my own feet as if they had a mind of their own. Well , control of the feet was just like control of the rest of the body. It all came down to a conscious effort. You did not allow your body to react without your permission. I wasn't really very good at it, but Cody said that it would come with time. He hadn't been wrong about anything yet.
    I stretched for a few minutes, hoping that it would keep me from injuring myself , and then set off for the trails. Cody had explained to me that the trails on his ranch were color-coded. They sometimes took tourists out on rides in the summer months and the color-coding was pretty much idiot-proof. The yellow trails were the easiest. If I followed the yellow dots I knew I should be able to hike without incident.
    The trail started out along the fence that bordered one of Cody’s pastures. There were a handful of cows grazing peacefully in the tall grass. I wasn't terribly surprised to hear Cody’s voice. I knew that he would be out working this afternoon, but it was a big place, and the odds of running into him were fifty-fifty at best. I kept walking, looking out of the corner of my eye to see if I could spot him. I found him with a sledgehammer in his hand mending a section of fence that had been broken. He was giving instructions to a couple of men on horseback as he worked. He looked up as I passed by but gave no sign that he had seen me. That was okay. I didn't want to bother him while he was working. I set off on my own, my music once again filling my ears.
    It really wasn't too bad. The ground was fairly level and if you kept a lookout for tree roots, there really wasn't that much to trip over. I kept one eye on the yellow dots, which had been spray-painted on the trees , and the other on the ground.
    The path wound steadily deeper into the forest and the shade grew heavier. It was actually pretty dark and cool for being the middle of the day. About half a mile in, the path started to climb. I planted my feet firmly on the path as I went up. I would not be bested by a couple of loose rocks. One foot in front of the other, Kat. I was panting by the middle of the hill. Beginner trail my ass.
    Control, Katlyn , Cody said in my head. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I mentally replayed the memory. He had me tied to his bed, my arms over my head and my knees drawn up to my chest. He was moving a softly buzzing vibrator up and down over the folds of my pussy. It brushed my clit, and I moaned loudly. Breathe, baby girl. Keep your body calm.
    I stopped on the path and took a deep breath. It was even harder to hike when I was aroused. Fuck. I forced myself to the top of the hill