MyCockyCowboy

ASteamyOlderManRomance

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MyCockyCowboy

ChapterOne

Shea

“Sowhendotheseprincessesarrive,Abe?”

Aroundofjeersandwhoopscirclestheringofguysatmyquestion.Theranchforemanshrugshis
shouldersfrombeneathhishat,hookedoverhisforeheadtocoverhisface.

We'resittingaroundthefire-pitonhaybalesandoildrums,anythingwecanmuster.Outunderthestars
likeweprefer.RafeandIoftensleepouthereintheopen.Rafeclaimsthesoundofcattlegrumblinghelps
himsleep.Ijustliketheairandthebigsky.

“Youafraidofbeingaloneinthatbigol'bedallweekend?”Jessop,thekidder,prodsme.“Thatwhyyou
askingaboutprincesses?”

“He'sonlyinquiringwhenwecanexpecttoseesomesweetyoungthingswanderingaroundtheplace,”
Rafeputsin.

“Abelwasn'therelastyearwhenthescreamqueenscame,”Quintmuttersasheemergesfromhisforge,
sweatingandsoot-blackenedandcrossestheyard,headingtohishouse.

Abel,theranchforeman,shiftsbeneathhishatandcrosseshisarmstighteracrosshisbroadstrapping
chest.Irecallhimtakingofftoworkonanotherranchforawhile.BeforeoldmanFoxworthwentand
askedhimtocomeback.

“They'llbeheretomorrow.OldJockFoxworthandChloewentintotowntomeetthematsomeshindig.”

“Thosegirlsaren'tgonnabeanyuseforabootycall,”Rafeputsin.“Don'tyourememberlastyear,they
camewiththeirchaperone.Oldbiddykeptthemlockeduplikebeautyqueennuns.”

“IsyourJohnThomasabouttofallofffromlackofattention?”Jessopcontinueswiththejoshing.

“Hegetsplentyofthat,don'tyouworry,”Ibuttback.“Youontheotherhandneedtopopyourcherry.”

Aroaroflaughtergoesaroundoursmallbandofbrothersandtheguysalltalkatonce,hurlingjovial

insultsabouttheusualstuff.Gettinglaidmostly.It'swhereourthoughtstendtoroamafteralongdayinthe
saddle.We'reallexhausted,soreinagoodwayfromropingsteerandothermanuallabor.Allwewantis
tocomehometoacoldbrewandawarmcurvywomantowelcomeusintoherwillingarms.

Ofcoursethatsecondpartdoesn’thappentooregularlywithusallbeingbachelorsandthelackofwomen
livingoutontheranch.Nowonderwe'rearousedaboutthearrivalofthestampedequeenandhertwo
princesses.They'llstayafewdays,dosomepromotionalshitthatgetstheranchnoticedandwinditallup
withtheannualrodeoandcookout.Hell,Ihavetoadmitit'llbenicetogetaneyefulofsomefeminine
curvesaroundhere.It'sbeenwaytoolongformostofus.Memostofall.

“Let'sheaddowntoMcDools,”Rafesaysandisrewardedwithafewmurmursofagreement.

“WhataboutyouQuint,IknowyougoteyesforEdiedownthere.”

Quintroundsonhimwithagrunt.HispreviousstatementaboutAbebeingawaythistimelastyearwas
aboutasmanywordsasI'veeverheardhimutter.

“ComeonQuint,comepracticeyoursweettalkontheladiesatthebar,”Rafesays.“Girlscan'tresista
blacksmith.”

Theyguyshowlwithmirthagain.Quintisalreadystampingacrossthedirtyard,ignoringourfriendly
jibes.

“Leavehimalone,”Abelorders,shiftinghishugebodyinhisfoldingchair.“Quint'sokay.”

“Whataboutyou,Boss?”Jessopasksaswelumberlazilytoourfeet.“Comingforanightcap?”

“Nah,I'malltuckeredoutfromthetying.”

“Thatwassomefightyouwontoday,”ItellAbe.We'dallbeenimpressedbyhowAbelwasstillatthe
topofhisgamewhenitcametoropingsteerorwildhorses.

“Youmean'cosI'mgettingaslonginthetoothasawaterbuffalo?”Abelsaysfromunderhishat.

“Youain'tbutacoupleyearsolderthanmeandRafe,”Isay.“Andwestillgotplentytoteachtheyounger
fellas.”

“What'sadecadeorsobetweenbuddies,”Rafeinterrupts.

He'sgotacoupleyearslessthanmeandAbeunderhisbelt.

“Nowyoucomingdownforonemoreoryouturninginlikeyouroldgran?”

“Screwyou,”Abellaughs,finallyreturninghishattohisheadandhaulinghistallframeoutofthechair.

“MaybeI'llseeyoudownthere.Ijustgotsomeshittotakecareof,”Isay.

TheguysstrideacrosstothepickupandIheadtowardthebighouse.Mymusclesaretiredinthebest
way,afteralongdayofbattlinguntamedanimalsintosubmission.Intheabsenceofasoftscentedwoman,

there'sonethingIloveandcanonlymanagetoprocureformyselfwhenthefamilyareaway.

Iturntowardtheranchandtakethemainentrancetothehouseinsteadoftrekkingthelongwayround
back.Withthefamilyintownuntiltomorrowtomeetthelittleprincessesforthestampede,I'vegotthe
entireplacetomyself.Thedomesticstaffalloffdutynow.

IheadupthewidestaircaseandasIstridethelonghallway,Itoeoffmybootsalongtheway.They're
darndustyfromthejobbutthisisaworkingranchandJockFoxworthisn'ttoopreciousaboutdirtyboots.

IunhooktheleatherbeltwithironbuckleforgedbyQuint,thenmylowslungbackjeans,feelingmycock
prickupfrombeingexposedtotheair.Ilowerthepantsandstepoutofthem,droppingthemwherethey
land.That'sallI'mwearing,preferringthefreedomofcommando.Ikeepgoing,mycockswayingaheadof
melikeamasthead.It'sahugefuckerandeagertobegrippedtightlyinsomethingsweet.

“Sorrybud,it'sjustyouandmetonight,”ItellhimasIwrapmyheavypalmaroundthesolidlengthand
strokefromtiptoroot.

Idropmyshirtbehindmeandstepintotheenormousbathroom.ThetubisfullinmomentsandIfindthat
hugebottleofbubblingstuffthatfoamsupbetterthanabrewatMcDools.

Wildhorseswouldneverdragmetoadmitmyguiltypleasure.Canyouimagine?I'dneverheartheendof
itfromtheguys.Withmydickstillinmyfist,Isinkmymassivebodyintothefree-standingtubwithan
ecstaticsigh.Ahotbathisclosetoorgasmic.

“AllIneedissomewell-roundedwomanwholovesitroughtojoinmeinheretomakethisdayperfect.”

That'snotgonnahappensoIstrokemysolidsteelwhileIsoakoutthetensioninmyshoulders.Then,with
theplugwithdrawn,Ipickupthepaceuntilmyballsdrawuphardandmyseedspewsintothewaterand
disappearsdownthehole.

Relaxedatlast,Igetoutofthetubandreachforoneofthewhitetowels.

“Shit.”Ialmostforgottheguestsarearrivingtomorrow.Iwasgonnaheaddownthebackstairsanddirect
acrosstheyardtomyhousebutIbetterpickupmydudsincasetheyallgethereearly.Itaketheopposite
directiondownthehalltowhereIdroppedmyfilthyjeans,rubbingthewhitebathtowelacrossmyhard
asscheeks,upthesolidripplesonmystomach.

Ijuststretchup,archingmybackandfeelingthegoodburnasIreachbehindtotoweloffmyshoulders
whenashrillscreechmakesmyeardrumsshudderandcringe.

ChapterTWO

Dallyce

IgohurtlingoutintothehallwhenIhearthewildsqueal,readytoprotectModestyfromherlatestterror.
She'sbeenfearfulofjustabouteverythingsincewelefthomeonthisrodeoranchtour.Iknowourhome
town'sprettyfreeofwildbeastsasidefromthecockierofthecowboys,butlyingawakeallnightbecause
abugisatthewindowisbizarre.Poorkid.She'sonlynineteen—twoyearsyoungerthanmebutshe
seemsmorelikemylittlesister,whojustturnedfourteen.Evenafterwewerebothcrownedprincessesat
theStampede,thebiggesteventoftheyear,Modestycriedforanhour.

“I'msorry.I'mbeingsillybutit'sthefirsttimeI'veeverbeenawayfromhome.ImissmyMom.”

“Don'tworry.Weallhadtoleaveandgooutonourownonce.”

Imyselfhaveyettoactuallystrikeoutalonefromthesafetyofmyfamilynest.

“She'llgrowupfastonthistrip,”Violethadannounced.

Afterbeingcrownedqueenofthestampedeshe'sprettyvocalwithheropinion.

ItmakesmynightandIcan'tsuppressamassivegrinwhenIseethehandsomebuttnakedguyinthe
passage.He'sequallyshockedtoseeus,clearly.Butit'snotthelookonhisfacethatinterestsme.Theguy
hasbicepslikeI'veneverseen,leanandround,bulgingwithenergy.Hischestisequallystrapping
tauteningallthewaydownoverastomachIcouldgrateParmesanon.

Ifwewereallowedtoeatanypastaduringthistour.Whichwearenot.IguesstheyfigureRodeo
Princessesshouldonlynibbleonaflanksteak.Ormaybeeatnothingatall.

I'mrambling.I'mflustered.Why?BecauseIhappentocontinuetrawlingdownthehunk'sunbelievably
tonedbodyandarrivedatthesourceofModesty'shorror.

Dudehasathickprickthesizeofadonkey.Orabull.Insertanyanimalwithamassiverockhardcock.
It'sabsolutelystunning,wide,theperfectlength,smoothandpulsatingwithpower.Ihaven'tseenmany
nudeguysinmylifeunfortunately,butoutofthoseIhavecomeacross,thisoneisbyfarthemost
strapping.Solidmusclecarvingouthisentirebody,smoothandglossyfrombeingwetstill.There'seven
acoupleofbubblestrailingtheridgeathisstomach.Andhe'swearingnothingatallbuthiscowboyhat.

Gottaloveamanthattakesabubblebathinhishat.

Hiseyessnapacrosstome,standingbesideModestyreadtodefendherhonorandhissurprisemorphs
intoabiggrintomatchmine.Iquicklywipemineawaybeforehegetsthewrongidea.Thehunkflipsthe
towelhe'sholdinginmidairbehindhisback,wherehewasside-swipingitacrosswhatI'msureisafine
setofripplingdeltoids,tounfurlitlikeapennantathiswaist.Heholdsitthere,infrontofthedaggerof
musclepointingdownbeneaththematerial.

Irepressachuckleatthelargetenthe'snowsportingwithouttheslightestembarrassment.Iloveaman
who'sproudandcomfortableinhisbodywithoutbeingacockaboutit.Sotospeak.

“Excuseme,Ma'am,”hesaysinavoiceofmoltensandasheliftsandlowershishat.Atleasthe'spolite
evenifheisstandingtherenudefromthescalpdown.“Ifeelabitnakedwithoutmybootson.”

Ican'thelplaughingoutloudandhisfacelightsupinaccordancewithmymirth.Noone'severcalledme
Ma'ambeforenow.Certainlynotamanwearingnothingbuthishat.

“Yourbootswon'tcoveruptheoffendingarticle,”Isay,withateasingtoneIhopeisflirty.

IguessitworkedasI'mrewardedbyhimgrinningharder.Onesideofhismouthturninguphigherthanthe
other.

“Wellgoddarnit,Ladies,I'msorrytobeoffensive,”heburrsandstepstowardus,blockinghispassagein
thehallway.

Hehasthedeepestblueeyes,thatseemmorevividintheleatherytannedface.Closerup,Iseesmall
wrinklesformraysattheedgesthatonlyaddtotheperfection.He'solderthanIfirstthought.Lookingat
hisleanrippedbody,I'dhaveplacedhiminhisprime,aroundmyage.Ifearlytwentiesevenistheprime
oflifeforaman.Theysayitis,whileit'sclosertofortyforawoman,butlookingatthistallgorgeous
cowboy,I'dhavetodisagree.Yummythirtiesalltheway.

“He—thisis—harassment,”Modestysqueaksfrombeneaththepalmscoveringhermouth.

“Hejustgotoutoftheshower,”Isay,rollingmyeyesathimasasortofapologyforherandreceivinga
nodinreturn.

“Ididn’tthinkanyonewashere,”hegruffsinavoicefromthebarn.“Youmustbethequeensfromthe
stampede.Wedidn'texpectyou'tiltomorrow.”

Bythewayhegritsoutthewords,itseemstobeahugeefforttospitoutthatmanyallatonce.Igetthe
ideahe'sabitofaloner,don'taskmewhy.Wishfulthinkingmaybe.

“Wecameoutinthecarbeforetheothers,”ItellhimbecausesureashellModestyisevenmoretongue
tied.“Modestyhereisafraidofheights.”

“Flying,”shesqueaks,correctingme.

“Heightsandflyingsoshecouldn’ttaketheprivateplaneMrFoxworthbroughttomeetus.”

“Toobad.It'saniceridefromthecity,”hesays,withaterribleglintinhiseyeashecatchesmine.

Ican'tworkoutwhetherhe'scompletelyrelaxedinhisbodyenoughthathedoesn’tcaretwocomplete
strangershaveseenhisimpressivecock,orwhetherhe'ssuchacockydouchethathethinksitfunny.
EspeciallyModesty'scompletehumiliationoverthemassivememberanditsongoingthrusttofreedom.

“I'mDallyce,”Isayandstretchoutmyhandbeforeimmediatelyyankingitback.

Holyshit,Iwasinchesawayfromthatthing.JustatinybitmorereachandI'dhavebeenmakingits
personalacquaintance.Withdrawingitthatfast,Ihopehedidn'tnotice.Butthatswaggeringgrinhas
returned,soIguesshedid.

Well,screwthat,Idon'twanthimtogettheideathattherearetwoprimvirginprincessesinthehouse.
“Sorry,Idon’tknowtheprotocolforintroductionswithanakedcowboy,”Iblurtout.

ModestygaspsbesidemeandIfeelhergapinginshockatwhatmustseembrazen.IguessIshouldhave
takenherbacktoherroomalreadybutI'mloathetopartfromtheeyecandy.

She'llneversubmittoaguynow.She'sgoingtohavenightmaresaboutevertakingabeastlikethatinside
herandhervirginitywillremainintactuntilshe'stooshriveledtoevengiveitaway.Imustrememberto
reassureherthattomyknowledgethereareveryfewcocksthathugeintheworld.Whichisprobablywhy
he'ssosureofhimself.

“I'mSheaButler,atyourservice,ladies.”HeliftshishatagainashestepspastandModestypullsback
likehe'sastickofdynamite.“WelcometoFoxworthRanch,”hecallsashestrutsawayfromus.

Webothtrailhimwithoureyes,watchinghismagnificentroundhaunchesflexingwitheverystep.

“Sweetdreams,”hechucklesandasheheadsdownthestaircase,stillasexposedasthedayhewasborn,
theguyactuallystartswhistling.

Oncehe'sgone,Modestyturnstomewiththeshockstillplasteredalloverherface.

“WellIknowforsurewhatdreamsI'mgoingtobehavingtonightandthey'refarfromsweet,”Isay.

Mythighsaredampandnowhe'sgoneInoticethepersistentthrobinmycore.

“Iwonderifhemeanthewasliterallyatourservice.”

Modesty'seyeswidenandIburstoutlaughing.Sheimmediatelyfollowssuit.

ChapterTHREE

Shea

Holyshit,butthatwasafeistylittlefilly.I'vebeenaroundawhileandseenthestampedequeenandher
twoprincessespassthrougheveryyear.ButtherehasneverbeenonelikeMissDallyce.Thosesizzling
curves,thebeautifuleyesfullofpromise.IcouldhardlygiveherarealhardeyefuckwhileIwasstanding
therenaked.Butifthelittlefrightedmarehadn'tbeenthere,Imighthavegivenheragoodseeingtoup
againstthewall.

Everyyeartheroyalthreesomeseemyounger.Notliterally,buttheirmaturityremainsthesameasthe
contestisonlyopentogirlsagednineteento24,whileIgetoneyearoldereverytimetheyshowup.I
mustseemlikearealolddudetoher.

Icrosstheyardtomyownhouse,wearingonlymyhat,bootsandthetowelstrappingmyhips,with
nothingbutDallycefillingmymind.Thatonewillsurebeahotlittlemaretohandleforsomelucky
fucker.Kickingmydoorshutbehindme,Ishakemyheadattheoverwhelminglustrunningthroughmy
veinsforagirlIjustseteyeson.MycockisraginghardagainandtentingoutthetoweleventhoughI
relievedthebastardbarelytenminutesago.

Itearthetowelawayandremembertotakemybootsoffforoncebeforefallingintobed.ButIlayonmy
back,onehandsupportingmyheadwhileIrunmythoughtsupanddownacrossDallyce'sdeliciouslittle
body.MydickstandspointingstraightattheceilingandIimagineherliftingherselfupwithherfirm
thighstosetthetipinherpussymouthbeforeslidingallthewaydownmylength.

“Fuck,”Igroanwiththevividrealizationoftheimagery.

Myballsareinbruisedagonyjustthinkingabouthertightpussysurrenderingtomywidepolepushing
intoherslickness.It'smorethanIcanbear.Addherfullroundtitsbobbingupanddowninfrontofmein
timewithherrhythmicthrustsdownonmydickandIhavetotakemyselfinhandonceagain.Jesusin
heaven,thisnextweekofthestampedeprincessesbeingaroundeverydayisgonnabehellish.

Igripmycockandrubtheironrodharderthanthefirsttime,feelingtheheatmoreintenselynowI’vegot
afaceandthesexiestbodyI'veeverseenfillingmyhead.IcomeferociouslywithDallyceinmymind.

“Thankfuckit'snothingbutaforbiddenfantasyandshehasnoideasofthefilthythingsI'dliketodoto
herdeliciouscurves.”

Completelyspent,Idropoffatlast,sprawledonmybackwithmyhattuggeddownovermyfacelocking
meinmysecretworldwithlittleDallyce.

“WemissedyoulastnightatMcDools,”RafejoinsmeasIleavemyhousetoheaduptotheranchfor
breakfast.“Lotsofnewfacesintown.”

“Fortherodeothisweekend,”Igrunt,notevenwantingallthosestrangerstobestaringatmyDallyce.

Mine.

IwishIcouldkeepheronlytomyselffortheweekshe'shere.Gettoknoweveryinchofherwithmy
fingersandtongue.

“Princessesstillinbed?”IaskJuanita,themaidwhenwestepintothevestibule.

“No,alreadytakingthebreakfast,”sherepliesinherheavyaccent.

“Whoa,princessesarehere,”Rafebellows.“Thatgotanythingtodowithyougoingawollastnight,you
dirtydog?”

Irelatethestoryofbeingcaughtbuttnekkidbythetwolittlevirgins,makingsurethatIdon'tgiveany
inklingofmydemoniclustforoneofthewomen.There'snomoretimeforjoshingaswecomeintothe
largediningroomwithwindowslookingstraightouttowardthenewpaddock.TheoneOldJockbuiltthis
yeartosatisfyhisonlydaughter'ssuddenfixationwithdressage.

“Mornin',”Iliftmyhatandheadstraightforthehotplates.

“Goodmorning,”Dallycesayswithatinytremorinhervoicewhichisnothingcomparedtothequake
ragingthroughmylegs.

Ihopeshe'snotstilloffendedbyfindingmeinthebuff.Theotherone,whosenameIforget,isboundtobe
allvexed,havingmentionedharassment.Shit,Idon’twantthebosstohearaboutthis.I'vebeenherelong
enoughthathewouldn’tmindmeusingtheonlybathtubformiles,buthemightdrawthelineatcorrupting
teenagers.

“Sowhathavewegotplannedfortoday?”DallyceaskswhenIsitdownacrossfromheratthetable.

HereyesborestraightintomewithaglintIcan'tdecipher.Bothgirlsarelightlypinkinthecheeksand
lookingatmeandRafeallsmiles.

“I'msureMrFoxworthwillhaveyoureventsplanned,”Itellher,holdinghergazecaptiveinminefora
shadelongerthannecessary.

MydickisalreadytwitchinginmyjeansandIcan'tadjustthebastardrightatthetableinfrontofthe
ladies.

“Hesaidhe'dbehereatlunchtimewithViolet,”sheinformsme.

“Violet?Goodnameforasaloongirl,”Rafesaysastheotherguyscomeinandintroducethemselves.I
noticeaclenchinmygutthatthey'relookingatmygirl.

“Soyou'retotakeusoutforaride,”Dallycecontinues,speakingdirectlytome.

“No,”Ibark,makingtheothergirljumphalfoutofherseat.

ImeetDallyce'sstareandshelicksherbottomlipslowlyeventhoughtherearenofoodremnantslying
there.Mycockunfurlsagain,evenmoreuncomfortablyandshelookslikesheknowswhatshe'sdoingto
mejudgingbytherepressedsmileonthoselips.

IfonlyIcouldtakeholdofher,claspherwaistinmyhugehandsandholdherfirmwhileIbitethatdirty
littlesmirkrightoffhermouth.Icouldpickasteakknifeupoffthetableandslicetheatmosphereclear
through,thechemistrysitsbetweenuslikeaheavycenterpiece.

“I'lltakeyou,”Rafefinallyspeaksup.

“No.”Igruntathimfromthecornerofmymouth.

“Idon'tmind,”hepressesit.“Igotnothingonboarduntiloldman,ImeanMrFoxworthgetsbacksfrom
thecity.”

“Thatwouldbesosweetofyou,”Dallycepurrs,turninghergazefullontoRafe.Igetwhatshe'suptoand
itwon'twork.

Exceptitwill.

Ican'tfuckingtoleratetheideathatshe'llbeouttherealonewithRafe.Lovethebastardbuthe'sgotmore
gamethanarattlesnakeandjustasmuchbite.Havingtheothergirlalongwillhardlybesufficient
chaperone.I'vegotasuddencaseofpossessionwhenitcomestoDallyce.Iwon'tallowanyoneelseto
handleher.

“I'lltakethem.Thisrodeoismyresponsibility.”

“Butyoucancomealongifyoulike,”Dallycesaysinherthroatyrasp.Shegetsuptopourherselfcoffee
atthesidetableandthesightofherroundassinthetightjeanshasmycockjerkingaroundinmine.

“Modestyherewashopingtoimproveherexperiencewhileshe'shere.We'veheardyouguysarethebest
ridersandthebestteachers.Themostexperiencedmen.”

Sheturnsrightthenandcatchesmecheckingheroutgoodandhard.

“Yougotyourselfadeallittlelady,”Rafeburrsattheyoungergirl.

Dallyce'ssatisfiedsmileisdirectedsmuglyatme.

Issheforreal?What'ssheuptowiththe'teachustoride'shit?Thesetwoarequeensofthestampede

withplentyofexperienceinthesaddle.She'splayingadangerousgamehereandit'sdrivingmefucking
crazy,alongwithherincrediblecurves.

ThankthelordRafeandhisModestywillberidingalongsidebecauseifIhavetobeoutontheranch
alonewithDallycethere'snotellingwhatmighthappen.

ChapterFOUR

Dallyce

Idon'tknowwhat'scomeoverme.OrratherIdoandit'satall,strappingoldercowboynamedShea
Butlerthat'smakingmeactlikeanobsessedboybandfan.Yes,insideIamswooningandcryingand
screechingeverytimehe'sanywherenearme.

ButnosoonerhaveImaneuveredhimintoagreeingtotakeusoutforarideacrosstheranchthanawhole
bunchofothercowboysstormintotheroom.TheyraisetheirhatswhentheyseeModestyandIsitting
theretryingnottogape,beforejostlingeachothertogettothechowliketheyhaven’teateninmonths.

Theroomswellswiththesucculentaromaofmanflesh,atinytingeofbarnthatisn'tatallunpleasantand
onlyaddstothemasculineroughvibe.Theygrabthefood,steakandeggswithsidesofbeansandhash
browns,plusgiantmugsofcoffeethenseatthemselvesatthetable.ModestyandIaresurroundedbya
posseofgorgeousrippedmeninchapsandbigbuckles.

We'rebothusedtohangingwithcowboysnowbuttheseguysarelikealineupfromaranchhand
calendar.Everyoneofthemimpossiblygorgeousinthatruggedmanworkingwithhishandskindofway.
NonequiteasstunningasSheathough.Myeyeskeepmeanderingbacktohimandeverytime,Iunfailingly
discoverhimlookingatmefromunderthebrimofhishat.

“You'reuplatethismorning,”theonecalledRafesaystotheothers,receivingachorusofsnortsinreturn.
“DidMcDools'aledoyouin?”

“Wegotapairofbrokenfences,”thehandsomeolderguytellshiminanauthoritativetonethatindicates
he'soneoftheheadguys.“Soifit'snottoomuchtrouble,whenyoutwohavefinisheddiningwiththe
ladies,youcangetonoutandropethesteersthatescaped.”

“We'llgetrightonit,”Sheatellshim,jumpingoutofhisseatlikehecan'twaittogetaway.

Farawayfromme.Ithurtsalittlethathedoesn'twanttobearoundme.Maybehe'snotinterested.
PerhapshethinksI'mtoomuchofalittlegirl,likeModesty.Ifthat'sthecase,he'sgoingtobetaughta
lesson.

“I'mcomingtoo,”Isay,jumpinguptofollowhimandRafeoutoftheroom.

“No,”hebarks.

“Isthattheonlywordyouknow?”Isnaprightback.

Thecowboysseatedaroundthetablepausetheirchowforamomentandthebigolderguyraisesan
eyebrowthencastshisglanceovertoSheawithagrin.Good,maybethehunkalsoneedstolearnthathe
canbeincontrolofthewildanimalsallhewantsbutIhappentobeawomanwithamindofmyown.

“Iwanttowitnesssomesteerroping,”Iinsist.

“It'snotaspectatorsport,”Sheagritsout.

“That'sjustit,”Isay,nowayI'mbackingdownonthis.“We'vebeenspendingtoomuchtimeinrodeos
andexhibitions,isn'tthatright,Modesty?”

Iturntoherandgiveheraraiseofmybrows,coercinghertosqueakoutanodofagreement.

“Weneedtoexperiencesomerealmenoutontherange.Observereallifecowboyinaction.”

“I'mnotgonnaberesponsibleforprincesseswhenIgotworktodo,”Sheagruffs.

Manhe'satoughone.

“Youdon'thavetobe.We'lltakecareofourselves.Youcoming,Modesty?”

SheahasalreadybargedoutoftheroomwithRafeonhisheels.Modestyjumpsupfromthetabletotrail
behindme.Icantellshecouldn’tdecidebetweencomingoutonawildridewithmeorstayingbehind
witharoomfullofvirilityallalone.Iwonthattoss.

Luckilywe'rebothalreadydressedforridingandIhappenedtonoticeSheacheckingmyassoutontwo
separateoccasionwhileIwasstandingatthebuffet.Hemayhavethoughthewasbeingsurreptitious
beneaththebrimofhishatbuthewaswrong.

Istillhuddleclosewiththeimageofhimstandinginfrontofmewearingnothingbutacowboyhatwith
hisbirthdaysuit.ItkeptmeawakewithsteamythoughtshalfthenightandwhenIcametoatdawn,Iwas
soakedbetweenmylegsandcravingarealmantopullmeintohisarmsandgivemeagoodmorning
wakeupcall.

Notonlyishepowerfulandwell-endowed,Icanjustbetamanwithhisvintagepedigreeknowsexactly
howtohandleawoman.I'mmoreinterestedinlearninghowtobeagreatlovertoaman,thaninhowto
ropeskittishcows.ButanythingthatwillkeepmeclosetoSheaButlerisworthtrying.

He'sstillmutteringtohimselfaboutlookingaftergirls,aswefollowhimtothestables.

“Gettheseladiesamount,”hecallsouttooneofthehands.

Hehimselfgoesintoastallandstrokeshishugehandacrosstheneckofanenormoushorse.An
absolutelybeautifulbeast,almostjetblackandglossywithalongmaneshetossesaroundinpleasure
whenSheacomesin.IalmostfeeljealousattheobviousbondbetweenthemeventhoughI'mawarethata

cowboyandhisrideareinseparable.Ionlywishhe'dtrailhislargefingersacrossthesideofmyneck
thattenderly.I'dbetossingmyhairandwithingskittishlyifheeverlaidhishandsonme.

ThestableladbringsoutadappledwhitethatheleadstoModesty.Rafestepsintoliftherupintothe
saddleandsheclaspsathisshoulder,laughinghappilyashelooksupather.I'veneverseenModestyso
relaxedwithaman.MaybeshefeelssafewithanolderguylikeRafe,whomustbesomewherearound
thirty,I'mguessing.

Thenanotherboycomesoutwithmyhorse.Heleansinandthreadshisfingersintoastirruptogivemea
legup.Sheaappearslikeaforceofnatureandmoveshimtooneside.

“Icheckedthebuckles,she'sallsecure,”theguytellshim,almostaffrontedthatSheadoesn'ttrusthimand
ischeckingthebridle.

“Neverhurtstodoublecheck,”Sheagrunts.

Iwaitbehindhimashegoesovereveryconnectionandwatchhisbackmusclesflexandripplebeneath
hiswell-fittingshirt.He'swearingleatherchaps,worninwithlongtimeuseandI'monceagain
mesmerizedbyhisnicetautdenim-coveredass,cuppedbythehide.It'sastandardprotectiveitemof
clothingbutI'mremindedoflastnightandhisstunninghardbuttocksstruttingtowardthestairs.Ican't
helppicturinghimstandingherenowminusthejeans,nakedagainbutforthechapsandboots.Needless
tosaydeliciousshiversrunupmylegs.

“Ready?”SheaislookingatmestrangelyasIjoltoutofmydaydream.

ThecolorfliestomyfacebeforeIcangetcontrolofmyself.Thankgodhecan'tdetectwhatIwas
thinking.Imoveoverandplacemyhandonhisshoulder,theotheronthesaddleandmybootinhispalms.
HeliftsmelikeIweighnothing,withbarelyanexertioninhishugearmsandIthrowmythigharoundthe
animal.

AsIsettlemyseatandlethergetusedtohermount,Sheastandsbesideme,oneheavypalmonthehorses
neck,whiletheotherliescasuallyonmythigh.Theweightofhishandsendselectricityrocketingupmy
legstraighttomycoreandIshudderasaseriesofsparkingthrobsrunthroughme.

ChapterFIVE

Shea

IvirtuallyknockyoungGiddingstothegroundinmydesperationtotakecareofDallyce.I'mso
possessiveofherthateventheideasomekidwouldgettofeelthesoleofhershodfoothasmeina
tailspin.It'scrazy.She'snotevenmineandIdon'tdaretakeherassuch.Totallyofflimits.

Thenithitsme-thestablehandI'mcallingakidisaroundthesameageasDallyce.Nowonderhe's
gawkingatherlikeawolf.Heprobablythinkshehasachance.Andhemayhave.Sheoughttobewitha
guylikeGiddings,aguyheragethatcansharethestuffshe'llbeinto.

Hell,Idon'tevenknowwhatthatisasidefromhorsesandtheland.Andwe'rebothintothat.Iknow
absolutelynothingelseaboutherandboydoIwantto.Morethanjusthowherhairsmellsandhowsoft
herskinisinmyrougholdhands.Morethanwhethershegaspsorscreamswhenmydickpushesintoher
sweetness.IwannaknowwhatDallycedreamsaboutwhenshesitsinarockerontheporchandwatches
thesundroponthehorizon.Iwishtogoditwasme.

IshiftGiddingsandcheckeveryoneofthebucklesonthebridleandsaddletomakesureshe'ssecure.
Dallyceisn'tgoingtobedoinganysteer-ropingbutevenso,I'mnottakinganychances.Theideathat
someaccidentmighthurtherisunbearable.IalsogettomakemyselfbusysothatnoonenoticeshowI
can'tstoplookingatherwhenevershe'scloseby.Herdeliciouslittlebodyisamagnettuggingmestraight
toitscore.

“Let'sgetgoin'beforethosesteerareallthewaytoArizona,”Rafeshoutsoverhisshouldertorustleme
up.

HeandModestyarealreadyinthesaddleandwalkingoutofthebarn.Giddingshasscuttledaway.I'm
leftalonewithDallyceforthefirsttime.

HereyesareboringintomewhenIlookup.

“Allset?”Iask.

ShemovestowardmewithawobbleinherstepandInoticeherlowerliptremble.Ican'tpullherinto
myembrace,wrapmyarmsaroundherandtellhernottobeafraid.Andit'sallIcandonottocupher

headinmypalmswhileIsuckthoseplumplipsanddelvemytongueinsidehermouthlikeI'dliketo
shoveitinsideherpussy.ShehasnothingtobeafraidofwhenI'maround.Noonewillgettotouchso
muchasthesoleofherboot.

Hergazeisstilllodgeddeepinmineasshestepsupintomypalms.Inoticethelighthazelcolorwiththe
greenstarburstforminganaureolearoundthepupil.IliftherontoLightworker'sbackandJesus,she
weighsnothing.

Icouldhaulherintopositionsallovermybedwithjustonehand.Andholdherdownwhileshethrashed
likeawildcat.Ifweevergotthatfar,becauseitwouldbethesimplestthingintheworldtobendherover
ahaybaleandpeelthosetightjeansdownherthighs.

Ihavetogetthisgirloutofmyhead.It'sallkindsofwrong.Asidefromhowmuchyoungerthanmesheis,
there'ssomechaperoneforthesegirlstoensureexactlythiskindofsituationneveroccurs.

“Isanythingwrong?”sheasksmesosoftlyitsoundslikeawhimper.

IrealizeI'mstillstandingatherside,myhandrestingonherthigh.Icanfeelthestrengthofhermuscleas
shelightlygripsLightworker,aswellasthesoftfleshjustbeneaththedenim.Mythumbismereinches
fromherpussy,nowspreadopenandsoclose.Closeenoughtotouch.

Iliftmyeyesuptofindhers,takingintheheavingofherfinetitsagainstthebuttonsofhertightshirtand
she'slookingatmewithintenseneed.Herlittlehandshiftsonmyshoulderupthesideofmythickneckto
daggerherfingersintomyhair.

“Don't,”Igritout.SuddenlycomingtomysensesandshakingherhandoffasIstepaway.

“Whynot?”shemewls.

“Becauseitain'tright.I'msixteenyearsolderthanyou.”

ImountmyhorseCinders.inonemove,giveherasqueezeandshetakesoffatacanter.Cindersisa
powerfulmareandshelovestorunataclip,especiallyafteradayortwoofwalkingaroundtheranch
whileItakecareofbusiness.We'removingatagallopbutwithinaminuteDallyceisatmyside.

We'vealmostcaughtuptotheothertwoandIprefertokeepDallycetomyself.IreinupCindersalittle
sosheslowsdown,instantlyresponsivetomytouch.DallycematchesmypaceandIcan'thelpbut
wonderwhethershe'dbeaswell-trainedanddoexactlyasIbidher.

“Whyareyouhunguponhowoldyouare?”shedemands.

“I'mnot.I'mhunguponhowoldyouare,BabyGirl.”

ShepoutsalittleatthatandshootsmeafearsomeglareandIchucklewithashakeofmyhead.Betterwe
trytokeepthisonafriendlybasis.NotthatIcankeeptheimagesofthedirtythingsIwanttodotothat
steamylittledynamoseatedproudlyerectandridingatmyside.Howwoulditbetokeepherthere?

“Areyoumarried?”sheblurtsout,joltingmeoutofthatfantasyinaflash.

“Hell,no,”Ireply.

“Everbeenmarried?”

“Hell,no.”

“Whathaveyougotagainstforever?”

“Justthatitlastsadanglongtime.”

“Hasthereneverbeen—someone?”

“What'swiththetenthdegree?Youwritingoneofthoseblogpostsorsomething?”

“I'mcuriousaboutyou?Iwanttoknowmoreoftherealmanafterseeinghisphysicalattributes.”

Isnapmygazetohersandshe'sgrinninglikeacatwithdoublecream.

“Thatwasamistake,”Ibark.“Oneyouneedtoforget.”

“IdoubtIcouldeverforgetsomethingthatmagnificent.”

“That'senoughflattery,younglady.Tellmeaboutyourself.Youalwaysdreamofbeingtherodeo
princess?”

Ican'tdenyI'mpleasedthatsheadmiredmydick.Thebastardisstirringinmypantswithgleefulpride,
jabbingtobeletoutandfinditswaydeepinsidethegirlbesideme.

Downboy.

Itain'tnevergonnahappen.

“Mymomenteredmeforthecontest.Itwasherdreammorethanminebutit'sbeenfuntotravelthe
country.Meetnewpeople,getsomeexperience.”

Icheckheroutfromundermybrimanddiscoverherlookingatmewiththesameintensity.ThistimeI
readitaslustydesireandIknowI’mindeepshitifIletmyselfbealonewithDallyceformorethana
minute.There'ssomethingaboutherthat'sdrivingmywoodhard.Rightnowitcouldhammerenoughnails
tobuildabarnandmyballsareturningallfiftyshadesofblue.Thislittlefillyisanintoxicatingride.

ChapterSIX

Dallyce

Ikickmyhorse'sflankstocatchuptoSheawhenhetakesoffoutofthebarn.Idon'tknowthismountbutI
don'tcare.IwanttoshowhimI'mnotafraid,notofanewrideoranolderman.

I'mstillshakingthrougheverynerveendingfromhisheavyhandsittingonmyupperthigh.Ineedmoreof
SheaButlerandI'mpositivehewantsthesame.He'sjustactingthestrongsilenttypebecauseoftheage
differencebetweenus.Likethateverstoppedthepathoftruelust.

Hedoesn'tmuchliketalkingabouthimselfandIseehisjawclenchasItrytoinsistthatyearsmean
nothing.Askinghimaboutawifedoesn'tlightenthemoodatall.Andhe'sevenresistanttomybest
flirting.

“Dallyce,you'reabeautifullittlegirl,butyou'retooyoungforaguylikeme.Nothing'sgonnahappen.”

“I'mnotalittlegirl.AndwhosaidIwantanythingtohappen?Youreallyareacockybastard.”

Heshakeshisheadwithawrylop-sidedgrinandwerideinsilenceafterthat.Ican'ttellifhe'smadbutI
sureashellam.Ihatebeingdismissedlikethat.He'swrittenmeoffwithoutevengettingtoknowme.
Askingmeafewquestionsaboutbeingaprincess,likeallI'minterestedinisbeautypageantsandhisbig
cock.

It'sonlybeenadayandhe'salreadyingrainedinme.I'veneverknownamanlikeShea.Powerfulandin
control,withagreatsenseofhumor.Nottomentionthehandsomegrittyfaceandthosesteppedabshave
neverleftmymind.Howdoeshemanagethoserippedmuscleswhenthereisn'tagyminthevicinity?

Isoondiscover.

WecomeupononeoftheescapedanimalsandthebulllooksaboutaspissedasShea.InmomentsShea
hashisropeoffhissaddleandkicksuphishorsetoridecirclesaroundthestompinganimal.Igetthe
feelinghe'sdistractingtheangrybeastfromchargingatme,keepingallthefurydirectedathimself.He
pullsouttheknotintheropethenswirlsitupabovehisheadinaperfectcirclebeforethrowingitoutto
lassothebrutefirsttime.

Thenit'sabattleofmanandbeastasthebullbucksandthrustsinarage.Sheaandhishorseworkasone,

butit'sthemanwho'sinchargeandalthoughI'veseenatonofropingdisplaysateverystampedeevent
we'veattended,there'snothinglikeobservingamasculineanimalinthewild.Hisgrittedfocus,thepower
exudingfromhisarmsasheforcesthebullintosubmission,histhickthighsgrippingthebigblackhorse
asheholdsherwithonehand.

Everylittlehaironmyarmsstandsupasgoosebumpstraveldownwithashiver.Iwatchwithakindof
aweashedominatestwohugeanimalsandwhenhe'sdone,thebullontheground,myjeansaresoaked
rightthroughwiththejuicesfloodingfrommypulsatingpussy.

WeridebacktotheranchandSheamakessuretotakeuptherearwithRafe.I'mlefttoridewithModesty
asshechattersaboutRafeshootingarattlesnakeandtossingitinthesackattachedtohissaddle.Igetthe
feelingSheaisdoingeverythingtoavoidmeandwhenwearriveatthestables,I'vebarelydismounted,
beforeI'mambushed.

“Thereyouare.Youtwoknowyouaren'tsupposedtogooutalone.”

“TheywerequitesafewithmeMa'am,”SheatipshishattoNissa,ourchaperone,withhisusual
politenessbuthisvoiceistense.I'msurehe'snotusedtobeingorderedaroundbyawoman.

Sheroundsonhimabouttotellhimwhat'swhatandIbracemyselfforthetornado.

“Oh,I'msure,”hervoiceslursallsoftsuddenly.“I'mNissaReynolds,theassociation'schaperone.”

“Quiteataskyou'vegotforyourselfIimagine,”Shealiftshishatagain.

IfheshakesherhandI'mgoingtowalkaway.Hecan'tseemegetintoajealousstateoverthewomanset
towatchoutformyvirtue.

“Itcangettrickywiththeyoungeronesespecially,”shereplies.

Erhallo,standingrightbehindyou.

“That’snottosaytheranchhandsareanykindofangelic,”SheasayswithaglanceoverNissa'sshoulder
atme.Hisgrinisallmine.

“Sayisthereaplacetohangintheevenings?”Nissasimpersathim.“OnceI'vegotmygirlstuckedupin
bed,it'sgoodtodecompresswithafewbeersoutsidetheranch.”

SheflipsherblondhairbackoveroneshoulderandIswear,shovesherbigtitsoutmorethanisdecent.
Hecan'tfallforsomethingsoobvious,canhe?

No.He'snotevenmeetingherprovocativestareashereplies.

“MostofusgodowntoMcDools,it'stheonlybararoundreally.”

“PerhapsIcangetaridedown,nexttimeyougo.”

Seriously?Aren'tchaperonessupposedtobeplumpmotherlytypes?Whydidwehavetogetacougarin
bluejeans?

IcoughlightlybutNissaiseitherunawareofanythingotherthanthesensualhotnessthatisSheaButler's
fingersstrokingabrushoverhishorse'smane,orshe'sblatantlyignoringmypresence.Ifheofferstotake
herout,eventodrivehertotheendofthestreet,there'sgoingtobeabattlethat'llmakethatbullsteering
looklikeakindergartenbricksfight.

“Iusuallyridedownthere.It'scloseenoughtowalk,ifyoulikeagoodhike.Butoneoftheotherguys
mighttakeyou.”

I'msorelievedhe'snottakeninbyherobviousmoves,Iwanttodoahoedownthenwrapmyarmsand
legsaroundhissolidtorsowhileIcoverhisfacewithkisses.

“Oh.Okaygreat,”shesays,deflatingabitnowthatshecanseehe'snotamanthatyouropeinlikealost
calf.

Sheaclearlyneedstocallalltheshots.IfNissahadbotheredtofindoutanythingabouthim,she'dhave
knownnottocomeonsostrong.SheturnstoheadbacktothehouseandI'mabouttogetsomealonetime
withShea.Icouldjusthangoutinherewatchinghimwork,hisbighandsstrokingthehorse'sglossycoat
allafternoon.

“Areyoucoming,Dallyce?”Nissastopsattheentranceandcommandsmeratherthanasks.

Shealooksupfrombeneathhisdarkhat'sbrimandIdetecttheghostofhisenticinggrin.Ittakes
everythingnottogoforthathoedownrightnow.Ishoothimawrysecretsmileandgouptotheranch
housewithNissathistime.ButI'mdeterminedtogettoknowmoreaboutSheasoonerratherthanlater.

ChapterSEVEN

Shea

I'vedecidedtoswearoffbeingaroundDallyceasmuchaspossibleforthedurationofherstay.She'sa
dangerouspropositionthatIdon'ttrustmyselftobeupclosewith.We'veonlygotthelongweekendofthe
rodeoandthenshe'llbeoffontherestofhertour.Outofmyhair.Andmyhead.FunnyenoughIdon'tlike
theideaofnotseeingheragain.ItsetsoffsomekindofsurgeinmybloodthatIneverfeltbeforewithany
woman.Andthat'sthewayIlikeit.

Zerocomplications.Zeroexpectations.

“Yougoinguptothehousefordinner?”Abelemergesfromhishouse,inhisusualoutfitofjeansand
bootsbutwell-scrubbedandshaved.

Igrintomyself.Iknowwhathe'sabout,thoughhedoesn’tknowithimself.

“Nah.Idon'tneedtobeatthefancytablenowthatthefamilyarebackandhavedelicateguests.”

“Mightyprettyonesthough,”Rafesaysfromhispositionfireside,wherehe'smonitoringtherattlesnake
he'sgotroastingintheflame.

Abeshootshimalook.Butit'spointlesswhereRafe'sconcerned.He'salawlessoneandluckytheold
daysofbeinghoundedbytheSheriffareoverorhe'dhavebeenlynchedbeforenow.

Idragalawnchairfrommyporchacrosstheyardtowherewehavethestonecookoutpitandgrababeer
fromthecoolerbeforesettlingin.Thearomaofroastingfleshmixeswiththechilliheatingupinthepot
thatJessophauledondownfromthemainkitchen.Wesettleinwiththatandsomeboiledpotatoes,along
withthehoochandthat'sallanyofusneed.

“IsSheaButlerhere?Ineedhisassistance?”Afemalevoicejerksmeoutofmydoze.

It'sprettylateIguessandImusthavedroppedoffwithmybellyfullandsomehotimaginingsinvolving
Dallyce'ssweetthighs.Nissa,thechaperoneisthelastoneIwasexpectingtosee.

“Thegirlsaregone,”sheannouncesandmyheartstarttothoundundermyribs.

“Gonewhere?”Ifanything'shappenedtoDallycethere'sgonnabehelltopay.

“Well,Idon'tknow,”shesays.“Theyaren'tintheirbedsandtheyhaven'tbeenunmade,soIdon'tknow
whatthey'reupto.”

“OkayI'llrideoutandseeifthey'retakin'awalk.”

ItcrossesmymindthatAbelwentuptothehousesoshecouldhaveenlistedhisassistance,butmaybeshe
did.Ormorelikeshegrabbedtheexcusetobathereyelashesatmeoncemore.Igetit'sthelatterwhen
sheinsistsoncomingalong.

“No.Ineedyoutostayatthehouseincasetheycomeback.Imovefasteralone.”

ShejutsoutherlowerlipbutI'vegotnotimeforthatshit.MymainandonlyconcernisDallyce.

“AnyoneseenRafe?”IyellasIstrideacrosstothestables.

“He'allwentuptothehouseafterdinner.Saidhewasgonnalettheprincessestastehisrattlesnake.”

“I'msure,”Isnarl.“Jessop,youletmeknowifanyonehearsfromthem.”

Thetruck'sgonefromoutfrontsoitdoesn’ttakemetwoandtwotomakefour.ButIdon'thavetolet
Nissainonthecalculation.Idon'twantherbuggingmetobringhertothebaragain.AndIdon'thavetime
foranywoman,withDallycefillingmyheadandmyprickwithherdecadentcurves.

IapplykneepressuretomoveCindersintogearandshetakesoffatakilter,keentobeoutunderthestars
foranighttimerun.She'sworkedherselfupintoagoodsweatbythetimeIunsaddleandtieherupatthe
hitchingrailinfrontofMcDools.Iseethepick-upparkedacross,soIknowRafe'shere.IsmoothCinders
andquicklycalmherdown.

“Bebacksoon.SoonasI'vegotourgirl.”

Idon’tknowhowCindersisgoingtofeelabouthavingtosharemewithDallycebutthat'sabridgeto
crossonceIclaimher.AndIwillmakehermine,nodoubtaboutitnow.Thewaymyheartisracing,I
needthatgirlinmylifeandinmybed.Mycockisalreadyunfurlingwitheagernesstoseeher.

“I'llbringyoubackadrinkintwoticks,”Itelltheonlyotherfemalethat'severclaimedmyheartandhead
upthewoodenstepstoslamstraightthroughthedoorsofthesaloon.

Itakeintheentirejointinonecirclingstare.

“WhattupShea,”Ediecallsoutfrombehindthebar.“WhyareyoustandingtherelikeTwo-Hand-Luke?”

Irealizeshe'sright,I'mstandinginfrontofthedoorlikeI'mreadytodraw.Relaxingthetensionacross
thebackofmyshouldersrunningintomytautbiceps,IstrideacrosstothebarandstepupnexttoQuint,
sittingatashotandchaser,shootingtheshitwithEdie.

“Rafebeenherelong?”Igritout,forcingmyselfnottowadeonovertothepooltablewhereDallyceis
holdinghercuelikeastaff,watchingtheguyshe'splayingwithtakehisshot.

“'BoutanhourIguess,”Ediesays.

Quintnods,notlookinground.Iknowhetakeseverythinginthough.McDoolsisabouttheonlyplacehe
everhangs,outsideofhisforgeontheranch.He'satoughsortbutabetterhorseshoesmithneverlived.
OldFoxworth,theranchownerandourboss,hasneverbeenoneforthefactorymadeshoesandsince
ChloecamebackfromEuropewithaloadoffancyideas,nothingbuthand-forgedwilldoforFoxworth
horses.

“Thosetwogirlsareunderage,”Itellher.“YoucouldgetintroubleiftheSheriffstopsby.”

“Don'tblameher,”Quintimmediatelystepsuptodefendher.“ShecardedthemandRafetoldheritwas
allgood.Ifshecouldloseherlicense,it'sonyouguys.”

“It'sokay,I'mtakingthemouttahere,now”Isaywithmyhandsraisedforcool.

I'veneverseenQuintgetallprotectiveoveranythingbutIknowhowhefeels.Lookingoveratthepool
table,whichI'vebeenclockingnon-stopfromthecornerofmyeyesinceIcamein,IseeDallycelaughing
tooloud.Itsetseverycellinmybodyblazingthatshe'shavingagoodtimewithsomeotherguybutme.

Whenshebendsover,onefootforwardinfrontoftheothersooneasscheekliftshigherinthoseskintight
jeans,Ialmostshootmyfuckingloadjustlookingather.She'swearingalow-cuttopandalthoughIcan't
seeherhalf-exposedroundtits,fromthewayheropponent'sgurningdown,Iknowtheylookspectacular
andIseered.LikeabullcomingoutofitspenIstormoverthereandgrabherarmsosheruinshershot.

“Whatthefuckareyoudoing,”sheyells,tryingtosnatchherarmawayfrommygripbutnogo.

“We'releaving.”

“HeyMister,youbetter-”theyoungguysheplayingwithineverysense,triesit.

“Ibetterwhat?”Iroundonhim,toweringtallandsendingmychesttomaximumshieldwidth.

Bringiton.Ineedtofistsomethingtothegroundrightaboutnow.Hebacksoffwithhishandsraisedin
submission.Goodmove.

Thelittlefillyontheotherhandisn'tsoeasytodominate.She'sthrashingandbuckinginmyhandlikea
waywardcolt.Thensheliftsherprettythighandplantsherpointedtoeonmyshin.Ithurtslikehelland
withlightflashingbehindmylids,beforeIknowit,Igrabherpliantbody,liftherupandovermy
shoulderandstormoutofthebarwithalleyesonus.

I'mluckyImakeittothecoolairbeforeIlosemyshit,whatwithhavinghertitspressedintothebackof
myshoulderandherhighroundassundermypalm.

ChapterEIGHT

Dallyce

IwatchedSheaButlerasherodeintothelotthroughthewindow,lookinglikehewasontherunfromthe
devil.Eventhroughtheglass,Icouldtellhewassteamedupaboutsomething.Myheartleapsupashe
walksintothebarwiththepowerandconfidenceofamanthatknowswhathewantsandhascometotake
it.Hiseyesareablazewithsomethingthatcouldgetmeburned.

ThendisillusionmentsinksinwhenIseehehasn’tcomeformeafterall.Heheadstothebartohangwith
someroughguywithblackenedhandsanddoesn’tevenlookmyway.Atleasthedidn’tbringNissaalong.
Becausethatwouldhavebeenamatchinapowderbarrel,forhimtoshovemyfaceinhisdalliancewith
awomanhisownage.

Ican'ttakemyeyesoffhimasheleanscasuallyagainstthebartoplookingsohot.Myeyeswanderover
hisassandthighs,fillingoutthelowslungdarkjeans.Thelargebeltbucklehe'sgothisthumbtuckedinto
drawsmyeyestothebulgerightbeneath.Evenfromhereit'simpressive.

“You'reup,prettylady,”Andy,theguythatinvitedmetothegamenudgesmeoutofmytrance.

IwaswaylaidbythememoryoflastnightandseeingSheainallhisglory.Howthatkeptmeawakeall
night,imaginingthathugebulgepressingbetweenmythighsandforcingmeopenforhim.

“Right,”Isayandpulloutofhisorbit.

Butnotfarenoughawayfromthehungrystarehe'sgivingmynipplesthatIknowareerectandstickingout
likeapairofmarksman'sbulletsinthelow-cutteeIworethinkingI'dgetsomeattention.Igotmywish,
justwiththewrongperson.I'mreallyregrettingagreeingtoplaywithAndy,nowthatShea'shere.

Idon'tintendtomakehimjealousalthoughifhewasthatwouldatleastindicatesomelevelofinterest.
He'snotawareofmypresencethough,orheisandhe'slettingmeknowhedoesn'tgiveadamn.Itripsa
holeinthefabricaroundmyheartthathereallyisn'ttemptedbyaquicksinfultumble.

IlineupashotandAndyimmediatelytipshisheadtooneside,wonderingwhyIdidn'ttakethemore
obviousplay.Hedoesn'tknowthatthiswayIgettobendoverinfullviewofthebar—whereShea's

standing.Iarchmybackjustasfarasitwillgoandtiltmyassupintheair,eventhoughthatsetsAndyto
droolinglikeadog.

AsIdrawmyelbowbacktocuetheshot,Icomeflyingbackfromthetable,jerkedintothegraspofthe
mosthandsomemanontheplanet.Evenspittingnails,Sheaisgorgeous.Andhelookslikehewantstokill
something,especiallywhenheroundsonAndywithaferociousglare.

“I'mtakingyouhome,”hegrowls.Hisfingersgougeintomyarmandhelookslikeawolfreadyto
pounce.He'sactinglikeheownsmeallofasudden.Iripmyarmawaybutherestrainsmeeasily.Which
onlygetsmemad.He'signoredmeandtoldmenothingcaneverhappenandnowhe'sdeterminedtostop
mehavinganyfun.

“I'mnotachild,”Isnip.

“You'reunderage,”hegritsout.

“Iamnot,”Isqueal.He'sbeingsounfairIkickhimhardintheshin.

Hebarelyregistersthehit,likeI’manirritatinggnat.ThenI'mflyingthroughtheair,hauledinhugehands
tolandoverhisshoulder.

“Putmedown.”

Ipoundmyfistsintohisbackashestormsforthedoor.It'slikeslammingintothesideofabarn,his
musclesaresosolidlytoned.WhenIwagglemylegsinanattempttolandanotherswiftkicktothegroin,
heonlyholdsmemorefirmly.Onehandwrappedaroundmyupperthighs,theotherflatacrossmyass.

Mybreastsfillwithcravingatbeingpressedintohismanflesh.Histwohandsonmemakejuicespour
fromme,soakingmyjeansandunderwear.

HekicksthedoorclosedbehindhimandstridesacrosstoCinders.

“Now,areyougoingtositandridequietlyorshallIthrowyouoverlikeawantedwomantakenbythe
posse?”

“Areyounuts?Whatareyoudoing?Ihaven'tdoneanythingwrong.”

“Asyouwant,”hetossesmefacedown,overCindersbackandthehorselooksaroundwithalanguid
'Whatnow'expression.

Shea'smassivepalmisstillrestingonmyassandI'mabouttocomeundonewiththeneedforhimtoslip
betweenmythighsrighthereinthelot.ThenheremovesitandIletoutayelpthathetakesforresistance
becauseitcomesrightbackdownagain,hardonmycheeks.Thehorsedoesalittletwostepbutistrained
forbreakinginwildanimals,sosheholdsfirm.

“Youbrute,I'mgoingto-”

“WhatPrincess?Whatareyougoingtodotome?”

HebringshishanddownonmycheekstwicemoreandIsquealandwritheinrisingecstasy.Thenhe
stepsacrosstothehorsetroughandfillsthepan.ForamomentIthinkhe'sgoingtodousemewiththe
coldwaterbuthesetsitdowninfrontofCinderswholapsthirstily.Hecaressesherneckwithsomesoft
wordsthatmakemewildwithhungertohearthesame.

SeeingstarsfromthespankandtheunbridledneedforSheabetweenmylegs,allIwanttodoisrunfrom
thehumiliation.Slidingmybellydownthehorse'sflankuntilmyfeettouchthesoftground,Itakeoff
acrosstheyardtowardthetruck.

Inmyderangedstate,Iruntothepassengersideofthecab,sohavetodasharoundthefronttothe
driver's.JustasIreachthedoormyarmsarepinnedflattomyside.Aropetightensaroundmychestuntil
I'mheldfirmandthentheloadcomesonthelassoandSheapullsmetowardhim.

“Youbigoldbully,”Ishout.“Youcan'tropeme,I'mnotoneofyourwildanimals.”

“Yousureactlikealittlewildcat,”hesays.

“Ihaven’tdoneathing.”

Icanbarelytalkfromallkindsoffrustrationpummelingatmycore.BeingropedbySheaisthemost
excitingthingever.Ashereelsmein,myanticipationrisestothepeakuntilIfeelreadytogooverthe
edgefromtinglesandsparksflyingalloverme.AndthenI'mbroughtupshortbackingintoShea'schest
wall.

Iwhiparound,readytofacehimandgivehimapieceofmymind,buthisfingersgripmychintotipme
upandhismouthcrashesontome.Histonguedelvesintomeandtanglesintomine,likehe'dliketolick
outeverypartofme.Hisotherhandslidesdownmypinnedarmtocupmybuttcheekandliftmyleg.My
foottravelsuphisshinsomypussylipscomeapartandgrindagainsthisthigh.

IletoutaneedymoanintohismouththatelicitsagutturalsoundfromSheainreturn.He'sdroppedthe
ropesoIloosenmybondandmyhandsareeverywhereatonce,tearingathim,finallygettingmyhandson
theunbelievablesolidbulgeofeverymuscle.Withhismouthalloverme,I'mtuggingathisbeltbuckle.I
wanthimrightnow.

“Nothere,”hegritsout.

“Yeshere.”Imoan.“Hereandnow.”

ChapterNINE

Shea

Mychestwallforceshertobackupthelengthofthetruck,outofthelightspillingfromthebar.She's
minealoneandnootherfuckerisgoingtostealasingleglimpseofthisdeliciousbody.Iwanttotakeher
somewhereprettythatshe'lllove,somewhereromantic.

Butthat'stalkcrazybecausethere'snowaywecanbreakthis.Theheatpouringfrombothourbodiesand
crashingbetweenusisoffthescale.Nowaytoslowitdownnow.She'stearingatmyclothes,herlittle
handsslammingagainstme,clenchingmewithhersmallfingerpoints.She'scomingundonewiththeneed
roaringthroughher.

Forme.

Dallyceandherdesireformeismoreintoxicatingthanthestrongestmoonshine.Mycockisadamantthat
wearen'twalkingaway.Icouldn'tevenifIwantedto.

Ipushheragainstthesideofthetruckandmyfingersgoinsidetheopeningathercleavageandtearthetee
shirtandsoftpushupbracupdowntogethersoherperky,highbreastisexposed.Thefleshmelts,both
softandfirmintomyhand.Iimmediatelytugthearousednipplebetweenmystronglipsandcirclesfast
jabsofmytonguearoundthesolidlittlepellet.Ifeelherlittlebody,malleableinmybigol'handsandI
wanttosqueezeitmercilessly,it'sjustsodamnhot.

“Ohgod,”shewailswithashudderanddaggersherfingersupthroughthewavesatmyneck,knockingmy
hattothegroundassheclampsmymouthdeeperontoher.

Asshearchesherbackandpushesintome,Idevourthecreamyfleshandripthematerialawayfromthe
otherbreasttomounditunderaheavypalm.

“Please,Ican'tstandit,”shewhimpers.Herbreathallraggedandhitching.

Iclaspthesidesofherhead,almostcoveringherwiththesizeofmypalmsandcapturehereyesinmine.I
holdherthere,theravenousdesireswillingbetweenusaswecatchsomeoxygenfromtheairlessnight.I
feelhernakedtitsheavingupanddownagainstmyabsandit'stoomuchtoignore.Herbodyistoomuch

tohold.Itneedstoberopedandtamed.Sheneedstobetieddownandsavored.

“Please,”shemewls.Hernailsclawingatmyback.

Withherheadstillclaspedimmovable,mymouthslamsdownonhersandshegaspsinsidemeasItongue
fuckherharderthanshe'severknown,that'sfordarnsure.

Mydickishammeringoutafuckingtattooagainstthenowskintightdenim.Ican'tholdbackfromDallyce
muchlonger.IneedtoshoveherthighsapartandrammyburningfuckerallthewayinsideherbeforeI
detonate.Butshe'ssuchasweetparcelofdeliciousfleshtorunmyhandsallover.IfonlyIcouldrelish
themomentbeforefeastingonherlushcurveslikeamanstarvingtodeath.

“Yougottastartwearingskirts,prettylady,”Igrunt,beforetearingherbeltandzipperopen.

Ishovemybighandinsidethetightfuckingdenim,withherslappingatmychestandwringingmyshirtin
herhands.FinallyIgetthesweethotfleshofherrumpnakedinmyhandandit'sthemostdeliciousthing
I'veevertouched.

“Delicious,”Igruntagainstherearbeforebitingthelobeandgrazingmystubbledfacedownherthroat.

MyhandsslidedownherdecadentcurvesasIdroptomykneesanddragthereluctantdenimdownher
thighs.

“HoldstillthereWildcat,”Iorderher.AndshestopswrithinglongenoughthatIcangetherjeansdown
belowherknees.

“Fuck,”Icurse.Herbootsaretightlyensconcedinthepantsandit'sgonnabeanightmaretaskgettingher
outofthem.

She'sthrashingaroundandmoaningoutloud,voicingmyownboilingemotion.Ican'twait.

“Ineedatasteofyourightnow,”Igritout.

InthatmomentIpullherouterlipsapartandexposethewetflesh,allglisteningwithherflowingjuices.
She'shotpinkandpulsatingwithhungerandIhavetothumbherfurtheropenbeforecoveringherclitwith
mymouth.

SheletsoutalittlesquealasItonguedownthefolds.Lappingoneithersideofherclitandpurposely
avoidingthehardlittletriangleshovingitselfatmycavern.Dallyce'sfingersgrindthroughmyhairinto
myscalpasshetugsmyfaceintoherdrippingpussy.

“Hungrylittlethingaren'tyou?”

“Starving,”shemoans.“Ineedyousomuch.”

Beforeshefinisheschatting,Iramafatfingerintohertightpussyandshehaulsahardbreath.

“You’resowetforme,myAngel,”Iburr.“Sofuckingtight.”

Shegrindsdownonmyfingerinresponse,shovingmedeeperintoher.Onehandclutchestheflatbedfor
support,theothermovesbackandforthbetweenpinchingherpointingnippleandthreadingmyhairto
yankmyfaceclosertoherspreadslit.

“You'resofuckingdelicious,”IgritoutasIwatchherpussypulsateonme,andthenmysecondfinger
disappearingintohertightsnatch.“That'sitAngel,ridemehard.”

It'salmostdecadentwatchingDallycecircleheragilehipsassheclenchesandthrobsonmyfingers.Her
sexyfuckingtitsbobandmuchasmydickwantstoburyinsideherandbetightlyhuggedbyherwetpussy,
itgetsmeseriouslyhotwatchingherunravelforme.

I'mgonnamakehercomeonmyfingersbeforeIsuckupallthesweetjuicespooledinherpussymouth.
ThenI'mgonnagetheroutoftheseridiculouslytightbootsandjeans.OnlythencanIlayherbackonthe
flatbed,spreadherthighswideandrammyselfbetweenthem.

AsIpumpmyfingersinherclenchingpussyandpicturemycockslidinginthereinamatterofminutes,
myballsbruisebluewithanticipationforthesweetestpussyever.

Ipoundintoherholeharderandwhenmytongueslidesfirmlyacrossherbullethardclitsheclampsmy
headandwails.

“I'mgonnacome,Shea,Ohgod,I'mgonnacome.”

Theshrillsoundoflaughterthatdoesn'tcomefrommygirlhaltsmythrusting.Myeyesflyupfromthe
tastiestviewinthewholeuniversetoseeRafeandModestyhaveemergedfromthebarandareheading
quicklytowardthetruck.Withusrightbehindit.

Withmyfingersstillburiedinsideher,IpullDallycedownonmylap.Herlittlehandsenvelopmychinto
guidemeontohermouthandshekissesmehungrilyasherpussyspasmsaroundmyfingers.She'sstill
comingandwe'restillsittingrightbehindthetruckastheignitionturnsoverandtheengineroarsintolife.

There'snottimetodoanythingbutkickoffontheballofmyfoottospinusaroundsomybackisclosest
tothevehicle.IfbychanceRafehashadonetoomanyandthrowsthetruckinreverse,it'llhitmeandnot
myDallyce.I'llalwaysbeheretocomebetweenherandanythingthatmighthurther.

ChapterTEN

Dallyce

AsthetruckpullsawayIfeelthrustafterthrustofgloriouswarmthpressagainsttheliningofmyskinas
mypussyconvulsesthroughendlessclimaxrightonShea'shand.

“Ohmygod,youfeelsogoodinsideme.”

“Ifeelgoodbeinginsideyou,”heburrsintomyhair.

Iwanttogoon.IwanttosayIneedhishugecockinsideme.Iwanthimburiedinsidemeballsdeep,
exceptI’mcompletelyundone.Ijusthadthesexiestmaneveronhiskneeslickingmeoutwhilehisgiant
thickfingersfuckedme.

Iknowthenextthingwouldhavebeenhimtossingmeontothebedofthetruck,takingoutthatamazing
massivecockandthrustingitintomyachingpussy.StretchingmeopenfurtherthanI'veeverbeen.Ifonly
wehadn'tbeeninterrupted.

Nowhe'skneelinginthegrit,fullyclothed,withmesittingonhislap.Mytitsareexposed,myjeans
aroundmyknees,impaledonhisfingerswhileIcameforhim.ItiswithoutdoubtthehottestthingI've
everimaginedletaloneexperienced.

AndIcan'tkeepmyhandsoffhim.Ilovethestrongcutjawwithitsicingofroughstubbleinmypalms.I
massagehisskinlightlyasImaneuverhismouthbackontomineandlickhim,tastingmyselfonhislips.
Themixtureofhismanlythicklipsandmystickinessisdivine.Meanttobe.We'remadeforeachother.

“Stillhungry,Angel?”hemoansintomyhairasIundulateonhisfingersandgrindmytitsintothe
delicioushardpecbulge.

“Iwantyou.Ican'tstopuntilIhaveyourcockinsideme.”Iwon'tstopbegginguntilhegivesmehis
beautifulprick.“PleaseShea,youhavenoideahowmuchIneedyounow.”.

“Oh,IreckonIhaveaprettydamngoodidea,Angel.”

Sheaslideshisfingersoutofmeandbringsthemuptohiscurvedlipsbeforeravagingthemwithhis
tongue.

“Youreallyarethesweetestthinginheaven,”heburrs,whenhe'slappedupallmysparklingpussyjuice.

Thenheplaceshisfingertipsonmylowerlipandagaingiftsmethesensualflavorofhismouthmixed
withmypussy.IclasphishandwithmytwosmalleronesasIslowlyrunmytonguearoundhissolid
callouseddigits.He'sgivenmeeverything,focusedsolelyonmypleasuretakingnothingforhimself.AllI
canthinkofisgivingback,whichisreallyanotherpleasureforme.Totrytotakeallthatmassivecockin
mymouth,beforefeelinghimstretchmypussyfurtherthanIthinkshecango,ismysolereasonforliving
rightnow.

“Ineedyou,”Irepeat,pleading.“Please.”

“Ineedyoutoo,butnowIhavetogetyoubacktotheranch.”

Hedragsmyjeansupmythighsasfarasthey'llgo.

“Lift,”hecommandsandIdo,longenoughthathegetsmyswollendrippingpussymostlycoveredup.

Iofferhimalittlepoutwhichhenipsat,thenhookshisarmsaroundmyunderside.Ifeelthemusclesin
histhighspowerupasheraisestheweightofbothofuseffortlesslyfromtheground.Mygod,Ihave
neverknownsuchasteelstrongman.Allman.

“No.letthosetwogo.Iwanttostaywithyou,”IimploreasIhookmyarmsaroundhisneckandtraillittle
kissesathismouthwhichhereturns.

Ican'tstoprunningmylipsacrosshismuskymaleskin.Iwanteverypartofhimwithaninsatiablethirst.
AmIreallythisdesperateforcockorisitSheadoingthistome?AsifIdon'tknowtheanswertothat.

“Soseatedorboundfortheposse?”heaskswithademonicgrin,whenwereachhistall,patienthorse.

“Youwouldn't,”Isay,shockedbutlaughing.

“Tieyourwristsbehindyouthenhaveyoufacedownacrossmylapwithyourbarebuttcheekstherefor
thetaking?Ican'timagineanythingfiner.Orfuckingsexier.”

IcolorslightlypinkasIsmileupathim.Havingamanappreciatemybodysototallymakesmewetter
thanever.

WhenheputshishandsaroundmyhipbonesIshudderwithanticipation.ButheliftsmeontoCinders'
back,directlyonherwarm,glossycoat,infrontofthesaddle.Thenafterreplacingthewaterbowland
untyingherreins,heplacesonefootinthestirrupandwithawidecurveofhispowerfulthigh,he'sseated
behindme.

“Comfy?”heasks,aftersettlingmesoI'mnestledintohischest,hisraisedbicepapillowformyhead.

Inod,bothinsanelyhappyandmiserableatthesametime.

“Thenwhythepout?”

“Idon'twanttogohomeyet.Iwanttobewithyou.”

DidhegivemewhatIwantjusttogetridofme?Acowboytakinghisfunbutwithoutgivingme
everythingIneedofhim.

“Angel,theygotwisetoyourescapade.Yourchaperoneisonthewarpath.”

“Forchrissake,”Irollmyeyes,desperatelyirritatedbybeingtreatedlikeakidonaschooltrip.

ButI'mdistractedfrommyrantbyShea'shandcuppingmybreastandrollingthenipplebetweenhis
thumbandfingers.

“You'regonnaleaveyourshirtopenandyourtitsexposedformelikethat,I'mgonnafigureyouwantthem
caressed,”hegrowlsagainstmyear.

“Ido.Iwantyourhandsonmeconstantly.”

“I'llremembertokeepthatinmind,”hesayswithatweaktomyachingpellet.

Ican'tstopsmiling.Somuchmycheeksandjawstarttoache.Heagreedtoputhishandsonme
constantly,whenevertheopportunityarises.I'mjustbotheredbythefactthatthereareonlyafewmore
daysuntiltherodeoweekendisoverandthenI'llbemovingonwiththeotherstampedeprincesses.
Constantlywillbeover.

Damn.

SheawalksCindershomeasslowasthepowerfulsteedcanmanage.Sheseemstobechompingatthebit
asmuchasIam.AndIcantellSheaistoo.Hereturnseveryoneofmykisses.Ourmouthsaretangledand
lockedforalmosttheentirejourney.Luckilythehorseseemstoknowtheroutewell.

ThebulgeinShea'spantsremainsenormousandthrobbingtheentiretimehefondlesandpinchesmytits,
holdingCinders'reinsinonehand.Incompletecontrolofbothhisgirls.

I'mprayingthatNissawillhavegottenboredofwaitingupformyreturnandgonetobed.NotbecauseI
careaboutascoldingbutbecauseI'mplottinginmyhead,somewaytowranglemyselfintoShea'sbedfor
thenight.

Myluckfinallyrunsoutwhenwerideuptotheranchhouseandthechaperoneleapsoutoftheporch
rockertheinstantsheseesus.She'soddlydressedinanalmosttransparentnegligeeset.Myeyesflyto
SheabutI'mrelievedhe'snotevenlookedather.

HishugethigharcsaroundCinders'flankstodismount,thenheliftsmedownfromherbackwithasecret
squeeze.Oneofhispoliteandhumbleliftsofhishatandhewalksawaywithoutgivingherasingle
glance.

“Straighttobed,”shesnapsatme,butI'malreadythroughthefrontdoorandfloatingupthestairs.

ChapterELEVEN

Shea

“Whaddayagottosayaboutthat,Girl?”IchatwithCinderslikealways,asIremoveherbridleand
smoothdownhercoat.

ThehorseletsoutasnortthatItakeasapproval.Sheknowsaswellasmeit'sbeenwaytoofuckinglong
sinceIhadawomaninmybed.AndlongersinceIhadoneinmylife.NotthatIcanthinkofDallycein
thatway.Whichiswhatmakesthiswholeshebangevenmoreindecent.

She'sleavinginacoupleofdaysandit'sunlikelyourpathswillevercrossagain.Itfeelsallwrongto
takeherforaquickieortwoandsaygoodbye.

“It'smorethanwrong,”ItellCinders.“ButI'mgladyou'renotjealous.”

TherehavebeentimesthatmyhorsehassteeredmeawayfromsomewomanI'vemet.Lettingmeknowby
turningherheadawayorevensnappingatonethatIlaterdiscoveredwasarealuser.It'struewhatthey
sayaboutanimalshavinganinnervisionorsixthsense.AndCindershasbeenclosertomethananyone.

AsIcrosstheyardfromthestablestomyhouse,I'mcertainImustbewalkingwiththecowboy'sbow-
leggedstrut,myballsaresoswollen.Forthesecondnightinarow,Isprawlflatonmybackacrossthe
bedandstrokethedesiretoravageDallyceoutofmyburningdick.

Nosoonerhasmyclimaxsubsidedthanshe'sonmymindagain.Nothingwillsubstituteforbeinghugged
andmilkedbyhertightpussy.Ineedtobeinsideofher,allthewaydeepinsideherandclaimingheras
mine.

Buthowfuckinglongisthatgoingtosatisfyme?Igettheideathatonceisnevergoingtobeenough.Once
I'vemadehermine,I'mnotgoingtobeabletoliftmyhatassheheadsdownthedustytrail.Itmaybenuts,
butassoonasIclaimher,there'snowayI'mlettinghergo.

I'mupatfiveandaftergrabbingsomechow,IsaddleupCindersagaintoheadoutandchecktheherd.
SomeoftheguystooktoworkingwiththefancystudhorsesBossboughtwhenChloecamebackfrom
Europe,demandingherfatheraddadressagepaddocktotheranch.Shewantedtomakesomeswanky
schoolwherepeoplecouldcomeforvacationsandshit.

“YouintroublewithAbeafterlastnight?”Iask,whenRafegallopsuponPegasus,amassiveshit-eating
grinspreadacrosshisface.

“Nah,whywouldIbe?”

“ForleadingtheprincessesintosinandMcDools.”

“Thechaperonehawkwasabitmiffedwhenwegotbackbutshesweetenedup.Youstoletheotherone
awaybeforeshegotherselfintrouble.”

HissmirkwidensandIgetthesuddenurgetoslammyfistintoit.

“Nothinghappenedwiththelittleone,”hecontinues,stillassmug.“Thoughshe'sdamnsweeterthan
cherrypie.”

“Youshouldhavewatchedoutforthem.YouweresoabsorbedwithCherryPie,youletDallycegetina
messup.”

“She'sabiggirl.”

“Thewomanneededyourprotection.Youletmedown.”

“Yougottorideinandsavetheday.Noneedtogetallhetupovernothing.”

IheelCinders'flanksandtakeoffatagallop,gettingawaybeforeIdeckhim.RafeandIarebuddiesbut
sometimesheloseshisshitwhenacutewomanridesacrosshishorizon.Thefactthathewasn'tkeeping
aneyeonDallyce'ssafetyhasmepissedashell.Theguyatthepooltablewasn'tmuchofathreatbutjust
thewayhewasravagingherwithhiseyefuckgazegotmeriledupasabullinapenseeingahundredred
flags.

Ifshewasmine,nomanwouldeverfuckinglookatherlikeshe'sajuicysteaklaidoutonawooden
platter.ThatwouldbeatreatonlyI'dgettodevour.

IreinCindersupnowI'veplacedthewholeherdbetweenRafeandme.Ijustwannabealonewiththe
thoughtsthatarefranklydrivingmeovertheedgeoftheprecipice.It'sinsane.HowcanIhavespent
barelyahalfhourwithmytongueburiedinsideawomanandbecomeaddictedtothesight,soundand
smellofher?Butwhatawoman.Thesweetestandmostfeisty,withcurvesthatspelldanger.

Mydickjabsoutagainstmyjeansjustrecallinghowshewrithedonmytongueandclawedherfingers
intomyshoulders.Imayhaveplannedtostaywellawayandburymyselfinbuildingthestandsforthe
rodeoinsteadofthinkingaboutbeingburiedinsidehertightpussy.ButIknowitain'tgonnahappen.
There'snowayIcanhaveDallycethiscloseandnotkeepheratmysideforeverymoment.

“Soonasyou'redonehere,headonbackandmakeastartonthefoodstalls,”Abel,theranchmanager
ridesupanddislodgesmyfilthythoughtsofbeingballsdeepbetweenDallyce'stenderthighs.

“Willdo,Boss,”Inod.“Igotallday.”

“Iknowyou'llgetitdone,”Abesays.“Bossisgettingedgys'all.”

OldmanFoxworthisbosstobothofusandalthoughfair,he'sahardperfectionistneversatisfiedwith
standards.

“Andthedaughter?”IinquirewithasmallgrinwhenIseeAbe'sjawclench.

“Chloe'smoreinterestedinthedressagethesedays.Notinterestedinuscowhandsanymore.”

“Uhhuh.”IsayasIheelCindersintoatrot.“Youkeeptellingyourselfthat,Boss.”

Ikickupagallopbeforehecanreply.Imaybearoughol'cowboybutIgoteyesthatdon'tmissathing.

Andasensibilitythatbordersonanimalistic,judgingbyhowthehairsgouponthebackofmyneck,
pricklesrunningdownmyspinewhenI'mbacktoworkandsensesomeoneapproaching.Adaintystep
headingtowardmeasIkneelinthegrit,hammeringoutthefoundationlayerofthespectatorstandforthe
rodeotomorrow.

“Needsomehelpdownthere,Cowboy?”thesilkySouthernvoiceinquires.

“NoMa'am,”Ireply,oneofthoseshit-eatinggrinsstretchingthecornersofmymouth.

Iturnandsitbackonmyhaunchesinthesand,lookingupatherfromundermybrim.Fuck,sheis
gorgeouswiththesunlightbehindherhittingherhairandmakinganangelicglowallaroundher.Nothing
celestialaboutthefilthylookshe'sgivingmeasIbecomeawareofhowclosemymouthistoherpussy
andwe'rebothremindedofthedeliciousspreadIatelastnight.

“ItwouldbeallwrongforaPrincesstogetherhandsdirty.Youcanleavetheworktome.”

“WellthenwhatcanIdotohelpout,whileyoudoallthework?”sheinquireswithaflirtytoneanda
gleaminhereyethatimpliesshe'seagertoreciprocatelastnight.

“Justhavingyouherewithmeisdamngood,”Igritout,wishingIcouldthrowherdownontheground
andtearthosetightfuckingjeansthatdriveamantodrinkdownherlegs.

“Dallyce,canIseeyouplease,”thechaperonewomanisshoutingatherfromacrosstheyard.

“Jeez-us,there'snorestforthewicked,”shesays,withaknowinggazebeforeturningonherheeland
walkingaway.

“Theresureain't,”Imutter,watchingthefinestassI'veeverseenwiggleacrosstheyard.

ChapterTWELVE

Dallyce

I'mlikeafillybeingputthroughitstrainingroutineasIsitwithModestyandViolet,listeningtothe
instructionsaboutourrolestomorrowforthethousandthtime.Nissastartedthesessionwithalectureon
morals.

“Youhavearesponsibilityasfigureheadsforthecommunity,”sheintones,aspiousassomeevangelist
TVpreacher.“Wedon'twantanyscandaltaintingthestampede.”

Wellboohoo.Shewasgivingmeaparticularglarethroughoutthespiel,whichdidn'tbothermeatall.I'm
notakid.EvenModestyisofagesowedon'tneedthebigtalkingto.

“Therearealsostandardsofdressweneedtoattain,”sheadds,staringblatantlyatmybarelegsinthe
tinyshortsI’vechangedupforthejeans.

Igetit.SheeyedoutSheaforherselfandmaybeplannedtoseducehimuptoherroomwiththatslinky
nightgownIhaven’tseenbeforethistrip.I'msurethat'swhyshewaswaitingupformetocomebacklast
night.Itcan'thavebeeneasy,observingusridingbackin,togetheronthesamehorse,mesidesaddlewith
mylegsacrosshisheavythigh,nestledintohisarmandchest.Nowshe'stakingouthersenseofrejection
onmyass.

Atleasthewasnolongertweakingmynippleandfondlingmybreast.Myshirtwasre-buttoneduptomy
neck.Butshecan'thavemissedthesmilesandtherelaxedwaywerodeinafterournicetalkduringthe
journey.Sheahadtoldmeplentyabouthimself.

“Yougotmetalkinghere,Angel,”he'dsaid.“Idon'tusuallychitchatwithawomanlikethis.IhopeIain't
boringyou.”

“Notatall.Iwanttoknowmoreaboutyou.”

Everything.Iwanttoknowhiminsideandout,butfirstIneedhiminsidesoIcanknowhimmoreclosely
thanI'veeverknownaman.

IwastellinghimmyideasforavacationstablesandhowIthoughthorsescouldhelptroubledkids,when
wearrivedbackattheranchwaytoosoon.

IgotintobedandpretendedtofallstraighttosleeptostopModestyyakking.SoonasIcameinshe
wantedtochatteraboutRafe.

“Didyouandthatnakedcockycowboygetuptoanything?”sheasked.“Iwasalmostjealouswhenhe
tossedyouoverhisshoulder?”

“No,”Isaidbluntly.“Goodnight.”

Isnuggleddown,withdelicioustinglesgoingthroughmethatSheaandIhadspenttheentireridekissing
andsucklinglipsbetweengettingtoknoweachother.ButIwasalsobereftthatIcouldn’tspendthenight
inhisbedwhereIbelongedashiswoman.Imayaswellbelivinginafreakingconvent.

“Iwanttoremindyouoftheneedforappropriatebehavior.”Nissaintones.

“Didn'twehearallthatalready?”Isnap.IrritatedthatshedraggedmeawayfromSheaforarepetitionof
theharangue.

“Wellaren'twesnippytoday?”Nissasnipsback.“Sleeponthewrongsideofthebed?”

“No,justinthewrongbed,”Isnarl.

Thanksforremindingme.

Thisisaridiculoussituation.I'magrownwomanandI'mforbiddenfrombeingwiththemanIwant.And
whowantsmebutistoopolitetotakememuchasIcanseehimreelinghimselfin.Theenormousswellin
hispantswon'tbedisguised.

“Arewedonehere?”

“PleaserememberwhatIsaidaboutdecorum.”

“Right.I'llkeepmybehaviorsuitablyrestrained.Whenthefansactuallyarrive.Rightnow,IthinkI'llgo
helpwiththepreparations.”

Sheopenshermouthtoobjectbutcan'tcomeupwithasinglething.Iresistasmugsmirkandturnonmy
heeltoheadbacktothepaddockwhereSheaisstillbuilding.

“You'reback,”heburrswhenIpullupbesidehim.

“Younoticed,”Isay.

“Hardnotto.Sexiestbodyintencounties.”

“WhatcanIdo?”

“Standatmysideandlookhotterthanthemiddaysun,”hereplies.

Asiftoprovethepoint,hepusheshishatbackonhisheadandwipesdownhisforeheadwithabandana.
Icouldalmostlickthebeadsofsweatfromhisleatherytanskin,he'ssostunning.Andallmale.Hegets

rightbacktohammeringthewoodintoplace.Ileanagainstapostbesideusandcrossoneleginfrontof
theother.

“There'snothingmorefascinatingthatarealmanatworkinconstruction,”Ipurr.

“Ireckonhavingarealmanpinningyoudownasheslidesinandoutofyourtightlittlepussymightbe
interesting.”hesayswithacockysmirk.

“Andevenbetterifhespendsthenightwithhishugeworkman'sarmsenvelopingmyfragilebody.”

Sheaemitsalowferalsoundandwhenhestandsuphetowersovermeandaroundme.Inoticethebulge
inhispantsisagainthrustingathisjeansandIfeelsatisfiedknowingifIcan'thavehimhereandnow,the
feelingofyearningisatleastmutualandIcantrusthe'llmakeithappensomehow.

Ispendtheentireafternoontrailinghimathiswork.Thesightofhisbackmusclesripplinginhisshirt,
threateningtotearattheseamsismorethanenoughtokeepmeamused.Mylittleshortsaresoaked
throughdowntomythighsandIcanbarelykeepmyhandsoffhim.

“What'llyoudowhenthisPrincessgigisover?”heputshistoolsdownandlooksupatme.

“I'mnottoosure.”

I'malmostloathetoadmitthatIleftcollegeaftertwoyears.Idon'twanthimtothinkI'madropoutortoo
dumbtolive.SuddenlySheaButler'sopinionofmeseemsrealimportant.

“Youmusthavedreamsanddesires,”hesays,withanotherfilthygrinthatmakesmeevenwetter.

Hesureknowshowtogetagirlhotandbothered.Eventhoughhe'sinterestedinmeasaperson,he
alwaysmakessuretoletmeknowhe'sdefinitelyintriguedbythewomanlyside.

“Ido,butIdon'tknowhowtomakeithappen.Honestly,IfoundcollegesoboringaftertwoyearsIleft.”

“It'snotforeveryone,”henods.“Somefolksgotsomethingmorephysicaltheywanttoachieve.”

“That'sexactlyit.Iwanttobewithpeopleandstuff.IthinkIhaveanaturalaffinityforworkingasasort
ofintermediarybetweenkidsandanimals.”

“Likeahorsewhisperer?”

“Kindof,”Isay,thrilledtoseethatgetsShea'ssealofapproval,ashechewsdownonhisprovocative
lipsandslowlynodshisheadlikehe'sthinkingallthethoughtsunderthesun.

It'ssoridiculoustobestandingherewithimpossiblefantasiesofbeingwithSheabeyondtheendofthe
weekend.There'snowayitcouldeverbearealitybutifIwashonestwithhimaboutmydreamsand
desires,thenI'dhavetoadmitthatwhateverIdowithmylife,Iwanthiminit.

Ihavetostopthinkinglikethatandgetbacktofantasizingabouthisastoundinglongwidedick.Because
thegirlishdreamsonlymarkmeoutasakidwithonegiganticcrush.AndwhatIintendtobeforSheaisa
womanhecanadore.

ChapterTHIRTEEN

Shea

I'mwiredtodistractionwithDallycestandingbesidemewhileIwork.

“Niceoutfit,”Isay.“Whatthereisofit.”

FrommypositionkneelingonthegroundItrawlupthelengthofherbarethighstothecreasewherethe
tinydenimshortsbarelycoverthesweetveeIsuckedintomymouthlastnight.

“Thanks,thosejeansaresotightIhavetofighttogetthemoff,”shesayswithadirtylittlesmirk.

FuckthewomanisbrazenandIloveit.Mixedwithatingeofinnocenceandherapparentlygenuine
interestinme,it'sabreathtakingpackage.OneIintendtokeepmyhandson.BeforeIcanstopmyselfI
leaninandkisstheverytopofherinnerthigh,rightwherethefabricends.Thefaintaromaofherpussyis
intoxicating.MydickthrustshardenoughtohammertheentirerailandIcan'tresiststealingasecondnip
tothesoftswelloffleshontheotherside.

Dallycegivesalittlemoanofneedthatsatisfiesme.Fornow.

“Soon,Angel.”

Whenshegetscalledawaytoattendtooneofherdutiesastherodeoprincess,Iletoutawhistlebetween
myteeth,relievingthetensioninmyballs.Butshe'snotsoeasilyerasedandItaketohammeringnails
hardenoughtoshatterthedamnstrutsintopieces.IdunnobutitseemseverytimeDallyceishangingout,
shootingthebreezewithmewhileIwork,thechaperone,Nissa,callsherawayonsomepretext.

Imisshavingheratmyside,askingmeallkindsofquestionsaboutmylifeandwork,butnomatter.We
gotplentyoftimetobetogetheroncethisrodeoevent'sover.It'sinsanetothinkIhaven'tevenbeeninside
thewomanandI'malreadyplanningafuture.It'sjustthegob-smackingeffectDallycehasonme.

“Youweren'tatlunch.”

Shepopsupintheafternoon,ontheothersideofthefenceI'mfinishingupconstructingtopenthebull.

“Ihadmyappetizer,”IsaywithagrinasIliftmyselfuptostand,toweringoverher.“I'mwaitingforthe

maincourse.”

Withoutevencheckingaroundtoseewhocouldbeobservingus,Itipmyheaddownandplantakiss
directlyonhersoftlips.

“Ibroughtyouasandwich.You'redoingheavyworkandIwanttomakesureyou'vegotenoughstrengthto
keepgoing.”

“I'llkeepgoing,don'tyouworry,”Igrowlather,makingherlaugh.

ItfeelsgoodtoseeherhappyandIwanthertostaythatway.Idon'ttellhertheboysgrabbedbowlsof
chillionthejob.Ieathergiantsandwich,sohugethatwhenIofferherabite,shecan'topenhermouth
wideenough.

Igiveheradirtygrinandshesays,“Don'tworry.”

“Shea,yougotanynailstospare?”Lakinhollersfromwherehe'sconstructingabullpen.

“Yeah,aboutthree,”Ishoutback.

“Welldamn,we'reallout.”

“I'llrunintotownandpicksomeup.”

“CanIcome?”Dallyceasks,sosweetlyIregrethavingtotellherno.

“Folkswouldn'tcareforusbeingtogether.Justbepatient,”Iaddwhenherlipspurseup.

Itouchhercheekwitharoughfinger.“Man,yourskinfeelslikepuresilksateen.Ican'twaittogetmy
handsonallofit.Sorry,I'mkindarough.”
Iwithdrawmyfingerandshereachesouttograbmyhand,holdingitlowagainstherbodybetweenusin
bothhersmallhandswherenoonecansee.

“Ilikeitrough,”shewhispers.“Don'tgettheideaI'mafragilelittlePrincess.”

“Youaretome.”

“Shea,thishorserailain'tgonnastandupbyitself.Youcanchitchattotheladyafterwe'redone.”

“I'lldrivetothehardwarestore,it'llbequickerthansaddlingup.”

IgiveDallyceawinkandheadtomyhouseforthekeystothetruck.

OnceI'montheroad,Itipmyhatbackandhumatune.You'dthinkIwasrelaxedthewayI'msprawled
backintheseat,butallmyveinsarethrobbingwithlustforthatyoungwomanandit'sbuildingatorment
inmygroin.

“Isitsafetocomeoutnow?”Akittenyvoiceinquiresfromthejumpseatbehindwhereoneofthehorse
blanketshasbeentossed.

Myfacestretchesintosuchawidesmilemyjawcracks.

“Yeah,it'ssafe,”Isay.

ThewovenblanketrisesupandthenDallycethrowsittooneside.Sheemergeswithherhairalltousled,
lookingadorable.Likeshe'sjustbeenfuckedgoodandhard.Icanhardlybelieveagirllikeherhasitbad
forarougholdcowboylikeme.Sheputsherhandonmyshoulderasshethrowsherlegopentoclamber
overtheseatback.

Thelittlevixenmakessuretogivemeafantasticeyefulofherinnermostthighsandtheswellofherbare
asscheekinthetinyshorts.Shesettlesontothebenchbesideme,closeenoughtotouch.

“Youcanchangeyouroutfitassoonaswegetback,”ItellherinavoicethatsaysImeanit.

“Don'tyoulikeit?Ionlyworeitforyou.”

“Youlookamazing.Whichiswhyyou'rechanging.Oncethecrowdsarrive,Idon'twanteveryranchhand
inthecountyeyefuckingthatbody.It'sallminenow.”

ShegivesmethehintofapoutandIlaugh,takingherhandandkeepingitinmineuntilwegettotown.

WegointoJimmy'sHardwareandIgrabthenailsandafewothersupplieswe'rerunninglowon.

“Youwannagrabasoda?”Iaskandshenodsherprettyheadeagerly.

“Dowehavetime?”

“I'llworkharderwhenwegetbackifitmeansIcanhaveyoutomyselfforafewminutes.”

IdumpthehardwareinthetruckthentakeherhandtoleadheracrossthestreettoShelley's.

“Howdy,Shea,”Rose,thewaitresssayswithalittlewiggleasshewalksaway.

Dallycelooksupatme,searchingmyfaceforclues.

“Don'tworry,”Itellher.

“Iguessyoumustknowalotofwomenintown,”shesaysasweslideintothebooths.

“MaybetheywanttoknowmebutI'maloner.IfI’mgonnabewithawoman,she'llhavetobeaspecial
kindofgirl.”

“Whatmakesawomanspecialforyou,Shea?”Dallycemurmurs,likeit'sthemostimportantquestionshe
everasked.

“Can'trightlyputmyfingeronit,althoughwheneverItouchyouthatcomesfuckingclosetoheaven.”

RosedropsthemilkshakeandrootbeerIorderedandstompsaway.Ireachacrossandtakebothof
Dallyce'slittlehandsundermine.

“AndwheneverI'mwithyou,justhangingoutlikethis,orridingCinderstogether,itseemslikethemost
naturalthingintheworld.AllthetensionofthedayfallsawayandI'mjustgladtohaveyoubyme.Ican't
imagineyounotbeingtherealways.Andthat'saboutthelongestconversationI'veeverhadsoI'llshutup
nowbeforeImakeafooloutofmyself.”

ChapterFOURTEEN

Dallyce

RidinginthepickupandgettingashakeatShelley'sDinerarethemostnaturalthingsintheworldwhenI
dothemwithShea.Therecouldneverbeamanmoreperfectinmyestimation.He'sasgorgeousassin
andtoughasthenailswejustpurchased.

WhenweleaveandIglancebackthroughthewindowatRoseandmyeyeslightona'HelpWanted'sign.
It'sreallyfadedandIdon’tknowwhetherthat'sfromthesunorbecauseit'sold.ButIgetacrazyideato
getajobhereintownandstickaroundtobewithShea.It'sabouttimeIlefthomeandstartedalifeandI
knowthatSheawouldtakecareofmeevenifthingsdidn'tworkoutbetweenus.

“Youokay,Angel?”heasksoncehe'sturnedthetruckaroundandcantakemyhandinhis,theotheronthe
wheel.“'Cosyoulooklikeyougotalotonyourmind.I'magoodlistener.”

HegivesmyhandasqueezeandIknowIcantellmytoughcowboyanything.ExceptIshouldmaybewait
untiltheendoftheweekendjusttobesure.

“I'mgreat,”Isay.“SohappywhenI'mwithyou.”

“Ditto,”hesays,givingmeanothersqueeze.

Whenweturnofftheroadontothelongsanddriveleadingtotheranchhouse,IfigureIshouldhopback
undertheblanketoutofsight.

“Youstayrightwhereyouare,”Sheatellsmeinhismasculinetone.“Nogirlofminehastoskulkaround
andhide.”

“ButNissa-”

“Anyone'sgotsomethingtosay,theycantakeitupwithme,”heinsists.

“Ialreadygotintotroublewithher,”Isay.“ShethinksI'mtoolippy.”

“Youtellherit'soneofthethingsIloveaboutyou.”

Ican'treplytothatbecauseI'mquiveringthougheverynerveending.Didhejustsayhelovesmeina
roundaboutkindofway?

SureenoughNissa'sonthewarpathassoonaswepullintotheyardandIopenthedoortoleapdown
fromthetruck.

“Wherehaveyoubeen?”shedemands.

“Out,”Itellherwithaknifeedgetomytone,suddenlyhavingenoughofbeingspokentolikeakid.

Shegoesonforawhilebeforefinishingupwithadismissive,“Youneedtogetreadyfortheopening
tonight.”

“I'mafakeprincess,notarealone,”Isnarl.“There'snoneedtotakethisquitesoseriously.”

Istridetowardtheranchhouse,feelingstrongbecauseSheastoodonhissideofthetruckthroughoutthe
conversation.Heletmehandlemyselfbutmadesuretobeclosebyme,readytodefendmeshouldIneed
it.It'sthemostamazingfeelingandoneI'veneverknownuntilnow.

Ican'timaginefeelingthesamewaywithaguymyownage.Shea'ssoconfidentandmanlyinhisyears
andI'veneverseenahotterfreakingcowboy,whichissayingsomethingseeingasImusthavemetevery
oneinexistenceinrecentweeks.

Gettingdressedupandputtingthetiarainmyhairseemssillynow.I'malmostembarrassedbywhat
Shea'sgoingtosaywhenheseesmeputtingonprincessyairsforacrowd.

“Wherewereyou?”Modestywhisperswhenshezipsmeup.“Nissawasalmostspewing.”

“IrodeintotownwithShea.”

“Theguythatspankedyourbottom?”shesqueaks,hereyeswideandmorethanalittleimpressed.

“Yousawthat?”
“IdidbutIdidn'tsayanything.NoteventoRafe.Itmusthavebeensoexciting.”

Ismilethebiggestgrinatthememory.

“Yeah,itwas.”

“Thecowboysonthisrancharethehottestontheplanet,”shesays.

“You'vechangedyourtuneinjustafewdays.”

“Ihadtogrowoutofmychildishterrorssometime,right?”

Nissa'sbustlingaboutatthedoor,callingforus,soIgiveModestyahugforgoodluckandbecauseI'm
pleasedtoseehergrowingupandfindingherself.Thistourhasbeengoodforsomethingafterall.Aside
fromthebestbenefitofmeetingmycockycowboy.

WegodownstairsandIalmostbuckleatthekneeswhenIseeSheaallscrubbedandcleanshaven,
dressedupandwearingapairofslightlylessravagedchapsandafreshdarkhat.Allthecowboysonthe
ranchareinaline,waitingatthebottomofthestairswhenthethreeofusstepout.Theylifttheirhatsin
unisonandIsmile,directingthewarmthallatSheawhenmyeyesslidealongtherowtomeethis.

“I'mgoingtoreallyhavetokeepcloseguardoveryoutonight,”hehissesashefallsinbehindme.“You
lookgoodenoughtoravage.”

“Youtoo,”Itellhim,throughunmovinglips.

Heliftsmeupontothecartthey'vedeckedoutwithdecorationandRafefollowssuitwithModesty,
makinghereyespopopen.Shelooksatmewithasecretgrinaswesettlebesideeachother,Violetas
Queenridesinfrontofuswhileweholdflagsaloft.Thecowboysmounttheirgiantsteedsandforma
ceremoniallineinfrontofusandthenwerideouttobegintheparade.

Theranchhasfilledupwiththousandsofpeoplefortheopeningnightparty.Thislookslikebeingthebest
ofthemanyrodeoswe'veattendedonthetour,notleastbecauseShealiveshere.I'mwonderinghowwe'll
evermanagetogetanothermomentalonethisweekend.There'sapackedscheduleofeventsandifnot
thisweekend,thenwhen?

ThethoughtthatImighthavetoleavewithouteverfeelinghiminsidemewrenchesatmyheart.I
rememberthatsignatShelley'sDinerandtakesomecomfortinthefactthatthere'salwaysaplan.Ifwe
don'tfindawaytobetogetherduringtherodeo,Iwon'tgiveup.Sheaisn'tamanyouwalkawayfromand
forget.

Truetohisword,Sheaiscloseatmyshoulderlikearoughandtumblebodyguardthroughouttheevening.
Evenwhenhe'satwork,firingupthepitforthecookout,ordirectingacalfropingcontest,Ifeelhiseyes
burningintomethroughthethrongofpeople.

WhensomeguybarrelsuptomeetmewitharisquecommentShealetsoutalowgrowlthathastheman
almostbowingandscrapinginapologybeforedisappearingintothecrowd.

“Ilovehavingmyownpersonalprotector,”ImurmurtohimwhenIgetafiveminutebreakfromroyal
dutiesandwegrabafastcupofpunchandabeeratthedrinksstand.

“Getusedtoit,”hegruffsoutbeforebeingcalledawaytostarttheropingdisplay.

ChapterFIFTEEN

Shea

Tomeshelookslikeagenuineprincesswhenshecomesdownthestairs.Myownlittlequeen.Icannot
believehowbeautifulDallyceis.Sheoutshineseverywomanaroundher,notthatIhaveeyesforanyof
them.IcouldstareatDallycefortherestofmylifeandneversomuchasnoticeanothergirl.

She'swearingarealWildWestoutfit,AnnieOakleystyle.Thetopshehasonisfrilledandgatheredthen
thelacedcorsetbeltpushesuphertitssotheyspilloverbeneaththeloosefabric.It'senoughtoturnmy
ballsintoapairofsteamingvolcanoes.

Theshindigdrivesmehalfderanged,seeingherchattingwithsomanyguysthataretryingtohitonher,
especiallyafteracoupleofbeers.It'sawildnightwitheveryonelettingtheirhairdownforsomefun.
Andtherearen'ttoomanywomeninourworldsotheranchhandsgetkindofrowdybutthedouchesfrom
townareworse.

OnceortwiceIcomeclosetofistingsomeguytothedustforspeakingtomyDallyceoutofturn.
FortunatelyI'mathersideandoneglarefrommewithadangerouswarningseesthemvanishingacross
thehorizon.

Idon'tlikeleavinghertocompeteinthebarebackbronccontestbutridingthebuckingwildsteerinto
submissionatleastalleviatessomeofthesearingtensioninmyblood.

“Fantasticride,Shea,”theguysclapmeonthebackwhenIcomeoutofthering,mymusclesburningwith
thethrillofexertion.I'mbreathingsteamalmostlikethebullnowheadingintothering.

Istridethroughthecrowd,itpartsandfallsaway,thefacesstaringatmeasItreadwithonlyonepurpose.
Ican'ttaketheneedamomentlonger.Idon'tknowwhenI'llgetthechancetoclaimDallyceandmakeher
mine.SoIneedtocreatetheopportunity.AndI'vedecidedit'snow.Flirtingwithherandholdingherhand
hasonlyservedtorampupmyneedtopossessherevenstronger.I'mlikeaflailingbeast.Aglutton.The
hungerforherisbeyondtaming.Itcanonlybesatisfied.

“Wouldyouexcuseus?”Icommand,ratherthanask,thetwoguyschattingwithDallyce.

Beforetheyhaveachancetoobject,Itakeherbythearmandleadherbackthroughthecrowd.

“Shea,wherearewegoing?I'msupposedto-”HereyesshinewhenshelooksupatmeandIknowshe
founditexciting,watchingmedominatetheraginganimal.

“You'resupposedtobewithme.”

They'reannouncingmeasthewinneroftheroughstockcontestandcallingmetocomebeawardedthe
trophybythequeen.ButIalreadyhavemyqueen.Andmytrophy.Ipullherwithme,althoughshe'snot
puttinguptheslightestresistanceandseemsaseagerasmeforustobealone.

“Shit,”Imoanaswestepintotheyard.

“Nissa,”Dallycehisses.

Thechaperoneissittingatthefirepitmakingeyesatsomeolderdudewithadirectviewoftheentrance
tomyhouse.

IimmediatelyveeroffbehindJessop'splace.

“Shea,whereareyoutakingme?”

“Itdoesn'tmatterwhereItakeyou,”Itellher.“Ineedyounow,Dallyce.It'sfuckingburningmeupandI
don'tintendtowaitanylonger.”

Idragherinsidethebarnandkickthedoorshutbehindus.ThenIpulldownthemassivebarofwoodto
holdthemfirmlyinplaceandshoveDallyceupagainstthesolidwoodbeforeslammingmymouthdown
ontohers.She'sasdesperateformeasIamherbecauseherhandsgrabatmyshoulderstotugmetoher.
Myhatgoesflyingacrossthehayandshestretchesherlipsaparttoletmefuckhermouthwithmytongue
likeI'dliketodowithmycockprettydamnsoon.

Butnotthefirsttime.

Muchashermouthsendsmedeliriousdrunkwithdesire,thefirsttimeIcomeinsideherbodyIwanttobe
hertightpussy.Shepawsatmybicepsthenhersmallhandgoestomycock,straininglikeawildthingin
myjeans.

Hertouchthroughthedenimsendsmeevenmorederangedtofeelthelengthofherslicknessgrippingme.
Ifshegetsherwishoftuggingmyzipperdown,I'mlikelytoblowmyloadinseconds.

Itugherhandoffmeandyanktheskirtupherlegstoherwaist.WhenIslipunderneathherpantiesandfill
myhandwithherasscheekIseeredhotfireflashingbeforemyeyes.Isqueezethesucculentfleshhard
andamoanescapesfromhermouth,echoedbyaferalsoundfrommylips.We'rebothdraggingforair,
pantingandgaspingwiththwartedhunger,likeacoupleofroughstock.

ShethrowsherheadbackandInipdownthesideoftheneckshe'sofferedmethenlickallthewayback
upbeforeplungingintohermouthagain.Iwanttostringthisdeliciousfuckingplayoutaslongaspossible
butIalsoneedtofuckherharderthanshe'severtakenamanbefore.

“Youneedtoknowyou'reminenow,”Igrowl.

Iyanktheelasticatedtopofherdressdownoverhertitsandsuckthepointsofeachonestickingoutlike
silverbulletsbeneaththetransparentlaceofherbra.Shethreadsherfingersthroughmyhairwithalouder
moan.

“More,”shepleads.“Don'tbegentle.”

“Ihavenointentionofanythingbeyondtakingyourpussyhard.”Itellherbeforespinningheraround.

Ipullhertitsoutofthelacycupsandtweakherhungrynipples,rollingandpinchingthembothasDallyce
tipsherheadbackontomyshouldertojutthemoutfurther.Thefullglobesarealreadyperkyfirmbutare
shovedupbythecorsetbeltsotheyspilloverinatemptingdisplay.She'sgrindingherperfectbackside
intomyrigidbladesoIpushherforwardandyanktheswirlingdressupoverherroundcheeks,takinga
secondtoadmirethefirmroundcheeksbeforeItearherunderweardownherthighs.

I'mravenoustodroptomykneesandspreadheropenforatasteofherglisteningpussylips,pokingout
allswollenandpink,butmycockishavingnoneofit.It'spoundingandthrustinglikeafuckingstampede
soIpopbybeltbuckleopenandtugmyzipperdowntoatleastfreethebastardfromitsyoke.Itstandsup
likeafuckingtrooper,redandstretchedtobursting.TheinstantIslideintoherI'msureI'mgoingto
explode.

ChapterSIXTEEN

Dallyce

AshardofpuredeliciousnessfliesthroughmycoreassoonasShea'sgirthshovesintomytunnel,
stretchingmywallstotheirextreme.

“Ohgod.”

“AmIhurtingyou,Angel.”

“Iwantyoutoridemehard,”Ipantout,onewordtoeachsharpinhalationofbreath.

“ManIloveitwhenyouhugmelikethat,”hegroans.

Hepullsthetiaraoutofmyhairandittumblesdownaroundmyshoulders.Iamunkemptwithmytits
hanginglooseandjoltingwitheveryhardthrustofhiscockintomypussy.Hisfingersthreadthroughmy
longhairandusemymanelikeCinders'leatherreins.Iwanthimtoridemewiththesamefiercegallop.

Imoanandthrashbeneathhim,feelingthemostpowerfulsensationgatheringinmythighs.Itmoves
throughmycorewitheveryjerkofhissolidbladepressingagainstmytunnelineverydirection,forcing
ripplesofmountingpleasuretobuildandgrow.

Ohhh.Imoan,closetoscreamingbecausetheintensityistoomuch.Idon'twantittoeverstopbutIcan't
containtheoverwhelmofpleasurethatcanonlybecalledecstatic.

“Comeforme,Angel,”Sheacommands.“I'mgoingtofillyouupanysecond.”

Hetugsmyhairsomyheadtiltsbackandwiththeotherhandclampedonmyassheplungesfastandtaut
allthewayinsidemypussyuntilIunravelintosparklingwavesthatelectrifymyskin.Fortunatelymy
palmsareflatonthehaybalebecauseallthestrengthfliesoutofmythighsandtheybegintoshakewith
theeffortofholdingmeup.I'mstillimpaledonShea'sironpoleandthere'snodoubtthatmonsteris
strongenoughtocarrymeallonitsown.

Hepullssmoothlyoutandhelpsmeturnandsinkbackontothehay,mythighsvibrating.NowI'mfacing
thatstillstunningcock,allwetandglistening,standinghalfmastbeforemejuttingoutfrombetweenhis
leatherchaps.It'sasightthatmakesmewetalloveragain.Beforehecanmoveme,Itakeholdofhimat

therootandwrapmymoutharoundhiscashmerelength.

“Oh,Angel,”hegroans.“Fuck,that'sgood.”

Ilickallthesweetandsaltyjuicesoffhisstillsoliddick.Islideallofhimintomymouth,havingto
stretchsowidemyjawhingeaches.IcanhardlybelieveItookthefullbreadthandlengthofthemassive
hammerinsideme.Sheamakeslowgrowlysoundsashestrokesmyheadandtwirlsmyhairaroundhis
fingers.

“Howareyou,Angel?Nottoosore?”

“Nottoosoretowantmore,”Itellhim.

“Greedylittlegirl.”

Heslidesoutofmymouthandlaysbackonthepricklyhay,thenpullsmedowntolieonhisbroadchest,
makingapillowofhimselfsoIdon'tgetprickled.Alwaysagentlemaneventhoughhecanbeanuntamed
beast.Hecrooksonearmbehindhim,toresthisheadonhishandandstareupatthebarnceilingwhilehe
strokesmyback.I'mstillquiveringwithorgasmicaftershocksandaswobblyasabowlofpudding.

“Jesus,youarereallyincredible,”Sheagruffstowardstheroof,likehe'stalkingtothestars,ifonlywe
couldseethem.

“Canwejuststayinhereallweekend?”

“Iwishwecouldstayhereforever.Iwanttodevouryouwithmyeyes,myhandsandbeburiedinsideyou
nightandday.”

“But—Ihavetogo.”

Iwasn'tgoingtobringitupseeingaswebarelyknoweachotherbutifnotnow,Idon'tknowwhen.Ineed
tofindoutifthiswasaquickiefunforhim,likesomanycowboysoneveryranchI'vebeenthroughhave
offered.ExceptSheaisn’tlikeanyoftheothers.He'swilderthananyofthembutalsomoremature,even
sensitive.There'llneverbeanothermantomatchSheaaslongasIlive.

“Iknow,Angel.Youhavetogetbacktowork.Butyoucan'tblamemeforwantingtokeepyouwithmefor
onelastcuddleup.”

Wait.Thatwasn'twhatImeant.Screwthejob.Idon'tcareaboutthatatall.Ionlywantedtoknowwhat
wasgoingtohappenbetweenusnowbutIguessIgotmyanswer.

Onelastcuddleup.

He'shadallofmeandthat'senough.

Iclimbupoffthehay,usinghischestasahandlebartopushoff.Hewatchesmewithhalf-liddedeyesasI
benddowntohikeupmypantiesandmytitsbobinhisface.Ipullupthegatheredblouseandre-tiemy
hairbeforefindingthestupidtiarathingthatwentcrashingtothegroundasheclawedhishandsthrough
myhairravenously.

“Hey,what'sup?”hedemands,sittinguponthehayandsomehowlookinghotterthaneverwithhisthighs
splayedwide.

“Nothing,”Isnip,turningtoheadbacktotherodeo.

ThemusicforthesquaredancehasstartedupandIoughttobethere.

Shealurchesforwardandgrabsmyarm,pullingmebacktostandbetweenhisopenthighs.

“Nope.Notbuyingit.You'reupsetallofasuddenandthisisonlygonnaworkifyou'realwayshonest
withmeandsharewhatyou'refeeling.SotellmewhatIdid.”

Iswallowhard,mylegsstillshakingfromtheincrediblesexhejustgavemeandhisstunningfacestaring
upatmequestioningandbrookingnopouting.

“WhatdoyoumeanthisisonlygoingtoworkifI'mhonest?”

“Justthat.Tellmestraightwhatyou'refeeling,goodandbad.There'snothingyoucouldsaytomethat
wouldevermakemefeelanydifferentaboutyou.Sodon'tbeafraidtoletrip.”

“Okay.ButIwasaskingaboutthe'thisgoingtowork'part.”

“Whataboutit?”

“Youwantsomethingtoworkbetweenus?”

“Don'tyou?”

Aseriouslookdescendsonhisgorgeousfeaturesforthefirsttime.

“No,”hegroans.“Don'ttellmeyouwereusingmeforsomemancandyaction?”

“Mancandyaction?Isthatcowboyspeakforabootycall?”

“Maybe.YoukeepteasingmelikethatthoughandI'llhavetoputyouovermyknee.You'reaboutdue
anotherspanking.”

Mycheeksflushhotatthememoryoftheslaponmyasswhiletossedoutlawstyleacrossahorse,thatgot
mehotterthanever.

“Answerme?Wasthisaoneoffthingforyou?”

“God,noShea.Iwasthinkingthesamething.You'retheonlymanIwantintheentireworld.”

Hiswidemouthstretcheshighononeside.

“Rightthen.Iseeanotherpoutlikethateveragain,don'tforgetthatlassoingIgaveyou.Youaren'ttooold
acolttobetiedupandtrained.”

Hepullsmedownforanothersteamylongkissthatheonlybreaksrightatthemomenthe'sreadytoripmy
clothesoffalloveragain.Thenheallowsmetoreturntomyduties.

ChapterSEVENTEEN

Shea

Theweekendoftherodeoisoverandeveryonesaysitwasthebestever.EventheTVcamerascameto
broadcastsomeofthefun.NotthatIgiveaholycrapaboutthat,butBosssaysit'sgoodforbusiness.I'm
herdingthecattlealonetoday,faroutontherangewithonlythesoundofmooingandlowingtokeepme
company.Theothercowboysweresettotakingdownthefencingandstandsandgeneralcleanupto
returntheranchtonormal.

SittinghighonCinderslookingoutoveraseaofhoneybrownjostlinghidegivesmetheopportunityto
thinkaboutmysweetangel.

Ineverdidgetachancetobealonewithheragainformorethanafewsnatchedminuteshereandthere.
ShedrovemeinsanewithlustydesiretobeembeddedbetweenhersoftlipsandIgrabbedanymomentto
pullherbehindastandandencircleherplianteagerbodyinmyarmsasIclaimedhermouth.Igottasay
DallycereturnseverybitofthevigorIkissherwith,scouringhertongueagainstminewithfiercehunger.
Iclaimedherforthesquaredanceeveryothersong.

“You'reagreatdancer,cowboy,”shesaidasIledheraroundthewoodenfloorAbebuiltunderthestars.
“Isthereanythingyoudon'tdowell?”

“Yeah.Wait.”

BecomingmorepossessivethanIthoughtpossiblewhenanyotherguywantedtodancewithherwasthe
indicatorofthestrengthofmyfeelingsforher.IfIneededany.

ThismorningshecamehurtlingoutofthehouseasIwasridingoutearly,dashingacrosstheyardtostop
me.IleaneddowntowrapmyarmaroundherandhaulheruponCindersbackthensettleherbetweenmy
legs.

“Shea,”shewhimpered.“Someonewillseeus.”

“Idon'tgiveashit.Iwanteveryonetoknow.What'sup,Angel?”Iasked,afteraswiftkissonherplump
lips,noticinghereyeswereglossywithtearsrising.

“I'mleavingtoday,Shea.We'regoing.”

“Iknow.”

“What'sgoingtohappen?WillIeverseeyouagain?”

“Ofcourse.Youdon'timagineI'mlettingyougo.You’reminenow.Onlymine.”

“But-howdowemanagethat?”

“I'llbebackatlunch.We'lltalkthenandI'lltellyouwhatwe'regoingtodo.”

“Promise?”

“I'dcrossmyheartifsomeonehadn'tstolenit.”

Shelaughedandtookmyfaceinhersmallhandsandplantedasteamykissonmymouthtosendmeoff
with.Goingtoworklikethateverydayisgonnamakemylifecomplete.

I'vebeenonedgeallmorning.AndCindersisskittishasthoughechoingmysentiments.

“Iknow,girl.We'reabouttotakeahugejumpbuttheprizeisworththerisk.”

IcouldhardlystormintotheranchhouseatdawntoinformBossandthatchaperoneIwastakinga
consortandkeepingDallycewithme,tobemywoman.ButIhaveeveryintentionofclaimingherat
lunch.HerrodeotourisalmostdoneandI'msuretheycanletheroffthelastweeks.Whentimecomesto
headforhome,IsendJessopandLakinupfrontoftheherdwhileIbringuptherear.Makingsurenone
escapeistheseniorcowboy'stask.

It'sdustyworkridingbackandforth,keepingthecattlemoving.Rightafterbringingacalkbackintothe
fray,Cindersalmoststumblesthenbeginstolimp.Iclimbdownimmediatelyandlifthershoetotakea
look,soothingherallthewhile.

“You'reokay,girl.I'vegotya.”

Shit.Anailhaslodgedbeneaththemetal.Mostlikelysomeidiotdroppedoneduringtheconstructionand
shepickeditupaswerodeoutthismorning.

“Didyoumuddlethroughformehalftheday,eventhoughyouwerehurting?”Iask.

CinderstossesherheadlikesheknowswhatI'msaying.Ismoothdownhermanetellinghershe'sthebest
steedacowboyeverhad.Thehorseturnsherhugeeyesonmewithgratitudeandlove.I'veonlyeverseen
suchloveinoneotherpairofeyesandthethoughtofthemoverwhelmsmenow.

ItwouldbecrueltorideCindersbacktotheranch.Ileadheronfootanduseawhiplassotokeepthe
herdmoving.

“Youletmeknowifyou'restruggling,GirlandI'llbringoutthehorseboxtochauffeuryou.”

IonlyhopewemakeitbackintimetocatchDallyce.

“Shea,wewerewonderingwhathappenedtoyou,”RaferidesupataclipandrearsPegasus.“Oneof
thosegirlswasmakingarealto-doaboutseeingyoubeforeleaving.”

“GetoffthathorseandtakecareofCinderswhileIrideuptothehouseanddealwithit.”

“Noproblem,they'regonenow.Almosthadtoropetieherthough,togethertogoshewassquealinglike
apigandinsistingshewasstaying.Youhadacloseescapethere.”

“Shutyourmouth,Rafe.Don'teverspeaklikethataboutheragain.Don'tevenrefertoherasaproblem.
Ever.”

“Sorry,Shea.Didyou-?”

TheglareIthrowtellshimnottoaskmeanyquestions.

ImountPegasusandrideuptotheranchinafranticstatewhichonlyincreaseswhenIdiscoverit'stoo
late.Dallyceleftwiththeothergirlsrightafterlunchandgodonlyknowswhatshethinksofmenow.
ProbablythatIranoutonherlikealowlifeskunkafraidtofaceuptothetruth.WhentherealityisI'm
fallinghardforheranddidn'tfindtherighttimetotellher.

“Where'dtheygo?”Istormupanddownaskingtheothercowboyswho'dseenthemleave.“Wherewas
theirnextvisit?”

“Idunno,Shea,IthinktheysaidLouisianabutthatcouldhavebeenthelastranchonthetour.Iwasn’t
payingtoocloseattention.”

“Youcourtingnow,Shea?”Abelcomesoutontheporchandwatchesmeragingwithawrygrin.

“Yeah,youcouldsaythat,”Igruff.

HowthefuckamIevergonnagoaboutfindingDallyceandbringingherbackhere?

“WellI'llbe.Neverthoughtwe'dlivetoseethedaySheaButlerwassnared.”

“LeastIain'tafraidtomakemymove,”Igrowlbackathim.

Hemaybetheheadmanbutwe'veworkedtogetheryearsandknoweachotherbetterthanmostanyone.In
thatmomentChloe,thedaughterofthehouse,comesouttostandbesidehim.

“What'sgoingon?”sheasks,lookingatmepacingupanddownlikeI'vegonederanged.

“Shealosthisgirl,”Abelooksdownatherwithasoftgrin.

“Where'dheleaveher?”shequips.

“Oneofthoseprincessesherefortherodeo.”

“Oh,Ididn'tgettochatwiththemmuchwhiletheywereherebutoneofthemwasreallynice,”shesays,
hergazenotleavinghis.

Iclearmythroat.Loudly.AndChloecontinues.

“DallyceandIgottotalkingatlunchwhenIaskedherwhyshewassonervous.”

“What'dshesay?”Idemand.

“Justaboutherfuture.They'reheadingtoArkansas,thenLouisianaforthelasttworodeos,thenhome.”

“Shedidn'ttellyouwhereshelives?”Igroan,thesuddenupliftofhopedrainingoutofme.

“Shedidactually.”ChloelooksupatAbelwithaknowingsmile.

“Whatareyouwaitingfor?Goafterher,”Abeltellsme.

“Ihaveeveryintentionofdoingexactlythat,”Igritout.

Epilogue

AWeekGoesBy

Dallyce

IarrivedbackatmyparentshouseinaNashvillesuburbandwentstraighttobed.Icouldn’ttalk,Ididn't
wantthemaskinganyquestions.Mymomappearedfrequentlyatmydoorbearingmealsandhotdrinksas
awaytogetmetotellherwhatwasup.Icouldn'tshareevenwithher.

Thenafteracoupleofdays,Igotagriponmyindulgentpining.IthadbeenmorethanaweeksinceI'd
seenShea.Theloneliestweekofmylife.Hewasn'taguyIcouldlookuponFaceBook.Hehadacell
phonebutheleftitsittinginadrawer,dead.

Ablackgapingemptinesslivedinsidemycorewherehe'doncebeen.Iwasalsohornyashellandno
othermancouldtaketheplaceofSheaButler.Lifewaspassingmebyandnothingwasgoingtochange
withmelyinginbedmoping.Itwastimetotakeaction.

“Here'smygirl.Finallycomebacktojointhelandoftheliving.”MyDadtuggedmeintoabigbearhug
whenIcameintothefamilyroom.

“That'sjustitDaddy.Ihaven’tbeenliving,”Isaid,strikingthewhimperoutofmyvoice.

“Whatdoesthatmean?”hefrowned

“What'sinthebag?”Momjoinedusfromthekitchenandimmediatelypickeduponthestuffedfullholdall
Dadhadmissed.

“I'mtakingatrip,”Iannounced.

“Wheretonow,Baby.Youonlyjustgotback.”

“It'snothingtodowiththerodeo-”

Dad'sfrowndeepenedandforamomentIfaltered.Okay,heregoes.

“ImetsomeoneonthetourandI'mgoingtogobewithhim.”

“Excuseme,”myfathersays,hisvoicebecomingstern.

Bothparentslookbackandforthwiththatsignificanteyeballtheythinkisinvisibletotheirkids.

“I'mgoingtogolivewithhim.Well,notwithhim,butclosebyhim.”

“Youarenot,”Dadbarks.
“Dallyce,youcan'tgochasingaftersomeman,”Momtagson.

“I'mnotchasinghim.I'vedecidedtogoseeifsomethingcanworkoutbetweenus.Iwon'tknowunlessI
try.”

“Whereisthisman?Ifhewantedyouhe'dcometoclaimyou.Onlyaweakandselfishsnakeexpectsthe
womantodotherunning.”

“Hedoeswanttoclaimme.Ihadtoleavebefore,ohhall,it'scomplicatedtoexplain.”

“No,”Myfatherannounced.“Iwon'tallowit.”

“I'msorrybutI'vemademydecision.I'mtakingachanceonmylifeandmylove.”

“Love?Youdon’tknowthisperson.Andmoretothepointneitherdowe.”

“Ifyouknewhimyou'dlovehimtoo.He'snotatypicalcowboy.”

“He'sacowboy?”

Mymommakesanoiseandsinkstothechairbesidemyfatherwhoputshisarmaroundherlikesheneeds
protecting.Fromme.

Iwantthat.SheagavemethatkindofsecurityfromanyhurtandIwantit.Iwanthim.Allofhim.I
couldn’ttellmyparentsthatI'dbeenneedingSheasobadlyeverymomentsinceIlefthim,sincehesetme
downgentlyonthegroundafterholdingmebetweenhislegsonCinders.Icouldstilltastethewoody
aromaofhislipswhenheleaneddownforonelastkissbeforeridingoffintothepaleorangeandlilac
dawn.

TheywerealreadyinsistingIwasakidwithacrushI'dgetover.

“Youaren’tgoingtolivewithacowboyyou’veknownlessthanaweekandthat'sfinal,”myfathersaid.

“ItoldyouI'mnotlivingwithhim.I'mgoingtogetajobclosetohimsowecangettoknoweachother
forlongerthanaweekend.”

“Wherewillyoulive?”

“I'llfindsomewhere,Mom.It'stimeIlivedsomelife.I'veseenabitoftheworldandyoucantrustmeto
dealwithwhatcomesup.”

“No.”Myfatherinsisted.“Therearetoomanyweirdosoutthereandyoucantbesurehe'snotoneof

them.”

“TherearenoguaranteesthatheandIwillworkoutbutIcanabsolutelybesurethathe'snoweirdo.He's
thekindest,strongestmanever.”Nottomentionthesexiest.

Shea

Chloemadeacoupleofcallsanddiscoveredtheexactranchestherodeotourwastakinginthelastweek.
ThenAbegavemeacoupleofdaysofftoheadtoArkansasandclaimher.

“I'mmightygratefultoyouboth,”IsaidasIheadedout.

Theguysontherancharelikebrothers,thefamilyIneverhad.We'rreallawildbunch.Loners,me
especially.I'dneverneededawomanaroundpermanently,preferringtohangwiththeboysormyhorse
andkeeptomyselftherestofthetime.

ThatallchangedwhenIsawDallyce.IneverknewIcouldstakeaclaimandgetsoterritorial.Butthe
rightwomancanslamintoyourheartandyourmindanddickandrefusetoleave.Ifyougetluckyenough
thatshehappensalong.Dallycedidpassbyandshestoleeverypartofme,stakingherownclaimonme
evenifshedidn’tknowit.Nowitwastimetomakeitreal.

BeforeIleft,IhadtomakesureCinderswasproperlyre-shoed.Sure,Quintwouldmakeherthefinest
hand-forgedshoeinthehistoryofblacksmithing.Theguywaslikesomethingoutofmedievaltimesinhis
dedicationtothefireinhisforge.ButIhadtobewithherwhileshewasfitted.Everynowandthen
somethingwentwrongwithshoeingahorseandIwouldnotallowCinderstobeinanypainwithoutme
theretosootheher.Iowedherthat.

IgottoArkansas,pulleduptotheranchthefurthestplaceonearthitseemedlikeonlytodiscoverthe
Rodeoqueenshadmovedonthedaybefore.IhitthetrailandarrivedinLouisianaonlytobetoldthe
samething.

“Youmissedthembyacouplehours.”

WeatherpickedupthenandIhadtoholeupawhilebeforecontinuingonmyquest.Abegavememore
timeoffformtheranch.

“Youhaven'ttakenavacationintenyears,”hetoldmewhenIfiguredouthowtomakethestupidphone
work.“Ithinkyoudeserveabreak.”

OntheinsideI'manervousboy,comingtocallforhisgirlbeforetheprom.I'mshakinginthepitofmy
gutwhichmeansit'stimetogetonwithit.Ican'tfindabellinthedarkandrainsoIliftmyhandtoknock
onthedoor.BeforeImaketheknucklerap,thedooristornopenandDallycefliesagainstmychestso
hardshebouncesrightbackinsidethehouse.

I'mabouttoroarwithlaughterattheshockedsurpriseonherbeautifulfaceanddragherintomyarmsto

feelhersoftbodymoldintomyhardridges.Thisweekhasbeenthelongest,mostinterminabletrekofmy
life.ButmyhumorstallswhenInoticetwohostilefacesstandinginthehallwaytenfeetbehindher.

“Goodevening.”Iraisemyhattoherparentsandabucketloadofraindropscrashestotheground.

“Comein,”shewhimpersandpullsmebythehandinbothhertinyones.Sosmallbutsostrong.Fuckit
feelsgoodtohaveherhandsonmymuscleagain.Justhertouchislikeoneofthosefancyspamassages.

ShemakestheintroductionsandIgetthefeelingthehomesteadisn'thappyrightnowonaccountofme.
Thetensionintheroomwouldrequirearagingbulltobustthrough.ThenIlookdowntoDallyce'sfeet
andseeabagfittoexplode.AburstofreliefrunsthroughmethatIcaughtuptoherbeforelosingher
again.

“Takinganothertrip?”Iask.

“Yes,”shemewls,hercheekspink.

HerfatherisstillglaringatmetotheextentI'mgladhehasn'tgotashotguninhishands.

“SuregladIcaughtuptoyouatlast.Ibeenonyourtrailnearlyaweeklittlelady.”

“Youhave?”shegaspwithaflareofhereyestowardherfather.“Youwerelookingforme?”

“WehadanappointmenttodiscussourfutureandImissedit.Ialwayskeepmyword.Pleaseexcusemy
appearanceMa'am.”Iliftmyhattohermother.“IbeeninArkansas,Louisiana,nowhere.I'vecometo
takeDallycebacktoFoxworth.”

I'mbeingpolitebutatthesametimelettingthemknowI'mnotheretogetintoadiscussion.She'scoming
withme.

“Nowholdon,”herfatherstarts.“Dallyceonlyjustfilledusinonmeetingyou.Sheneglectedtomention
you'reoldenoughtobeherfather.”
“Daddy,”mygirlshrieks.“Noonecaresaboutyearsandagewhencaringisallthatmatters.Yousaidthat
Sheawasmakingmedotherunningandyouwerewrong.I'msorrybutyou'rewrongabouthiminevery
way.”

“I'mjustconcernedaboutwhatyou'regoingtodowithyourlife.”

“I'mgoingtostartwithajobasawaitressinadiner,”Isay,drawingmyselfup.

“Youarenot,”Sheasaysbeforemyfatherevengetsthechancetoputhisownobjectionforward.

“I'mnot?”shesqueaksinherkittenyvoice.

“NowomanofmineisslavingatajobaslongasI'vegotlegstostandonandhandstoworkwith.
Anywayyou'regoingtobebusywithfiguringoutadesignforthehouseI'mgoingtoconstructforuson
theranch.”

“You'rebuildingusahouse?”

“Yep.Mycurrentplaceismorebachelorpadthanawomanlikeyoudeserves.Igotitsquaredawaywith
AbeandtheBossalready.Youmadequiteanimpressionontheboss'sdaughter.”

“Chloe?Shewasreallyfriendlyandinterestedinmyideasaboutunhappykidsvisitingwiththehorses.”

“Andyoucandomoretalkingwithheronthatwhenwegethomeandyou'resettledin.Withme.”

Hereyesflytoherfather'sfaceandIcantellhowvitallyimportantitistomygirlthatherparents
approve.Itmakesitallthemoresweetthatshewasadamantaboutcomingtobewithmeinthestormof
theirdisapproval.Iloveherallthemorebecauseofit.

“Thestormisragingoutthere.Whydon'tweallsitdownfordinnerthiseveningandgetacquainted,”her
fathersays.“Thenyouguyscantakeoffonyourjourneyinthemorning.”

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