The olympians forbidden young love

Too young

Johannes POV

Well that was quite the night! I took over running my dads club a year ago when he decided that a 22year old would be more in touch with the business than a 60 year old. Hard to argue with that, and I had graduated with a business degree that summer, but I was also training for the british team in eventing, and really horses were my passion so this didn’t feel like a good move. I did try to protest but he reminded me that his business empire had funded my ‘hobby’ so far but I would have to start pulling my weight and horses aren’t great business. I didn’t want to give up on my dreams so I’d been trying to do both, which left no time for fun, then the one night I decide to enjoy taking my friends to my club its nothing but trouble.

I can’t get the girls face out of my mind. She was stunning… barely wearing make up but just a natural beauty, and she looked so shy at the bar I wanted to swoop in and save her even before some creep starting rutted on her.

Then I found out her age.

I’m trying to feel angry towards her, she shouldn’t even have been there! But I just can’t make myself blame her…. I can’t stop thinking about her either, which is awful, 17 is too young, the poor girl does not need another full grown man lusting after her. I still cant stop checking my phone to see if she’s called… I need to stop!

And besides, today’s a busy day, I’m moving some of my young horses to a new yard that’s just come free, its small but nearby in a picturesque village and will be perfect for training the younger horses away from my busy competition yard. Which is what brought me to the village pub – the farmer told me a girl in the village had worked as a groom for the previous yard owner, and if I wanted a reliable pair of hands based locally he was sure she’d want to be involved. Apparently she was used to seeing to the horses before and after school for the past 5 years, which sounded too good to be true. My current grooms were hired by my father and he liked to remind me that he paid their bills, it would be nice to have a fresh start away from his interference, so I rang her dad and he said to swing by at closing time.

I needed to get some fresh air so saddled up my oldest horse, he’d been with me 10 years and although he was no longer my top competition prospect he was still special to me. A nice 3 mile ride over to the new place would do us both good.

We galloped as much of the route as we could and I could feel the stress melting away, so I felt happy and relaxed chatting to the father about his daughter helping me with the horses- he assured me she was very reliable and just happy to get to spend time with them as he was not prepared to buy her her own and didn’t have time to take her to riding lessons and such with his business to run.

I was starting to feel sorry for whoever this girl was and then I saw the girl from last night. She looked so tired, but seeing her in a waitress uniform was een sexier than in the club… I guess maybe all of us secretly have a thing for girls in uniform! Then I remembered her age- I really needed to keep this professional.

Her dad was saying something but I’d accidentally stopped listening, then suddenly he waved and walked off. I turned back to the girl and noticed tears were welling in her eyes… what did I do? I needed to talk to her about whatever it was but not here at her parents pub! Without even thinking I walked my horse over to her and reached out my hand, she looked confused, ‘Take it’ I said, and hesitantly she slipped her hand into mine. I smiled as reassuringly as I could then hoisted her onto my horse right behind me, she gasped.

I turned back smiling, ‘You look like you need a little ride’ I said smiling, her eyes widened in shock… then I thought about what that could mean… I meant horse ride damn it. This was awkward. I chose to just move on, so I winked at her then clicked my tough to Prince and off we went up the lane, I didn’t look back at her but after a minute I felt her little hands take hold of the sides of my jacket for balance, I smiled, ‘Hold on as tight as you like’ I whispered.