"I'm his son. Jeremiah." He said as he pulled on boxers and his jeans, pushing his feet into the boots. "Poseidon, God of the sea. Horses, earthquakes, and other things." He said it dismissively, slinging his shirt over one shoulder as he turned to face her. He was sweating despite the cool of the evening and he raked her with his dark gaze.
"Epona? Kenzie. You work for me don't you?" He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against one of the fence posts. "What are you doing here, the stables closed." He was only defensive because he had been caught in a compromising position. The adrenaline still sang in his veins. He needed to go find a good fuck, away from the smart mouthed girl who had ridden him so boldly.