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Several of the beautiful animals shifted, and their dark eyes opened wider. They were as leery of her as she was of them. A couple more brave mares approached the stall door, hoping for a treat, or a scratch behind the ears, but Angela hadn't trusted horses since she'd been thrown.

“So, what did you want to show me?” she asked. She put her finger under her nose to stop a sneeze. Oh, rats. Now was no time for her allergies to kick up. Her nose stopped burning and soon became accustomed to the sweet smell of straw mixed with the scent of horse flesh.

They stopped at the last stall and Angela gasped. She knew little to nothing about horses, but the black stallion ensconced on the other side of the gate was magnificent. Larger than the other horses, wide-eyed and teeth bared, the stallion circled his stall. All the while, keeping a wary eye on her and Jesse. Obviously the horse needed more room than the others because a regular stall wouldn't have been large enough.

"What kind of horse is he?" Angela asked trying not to let her fear show in her voice. "He looks big enough to be a Clydesdale."

"He's a big boy, all right," Jesse agreed sticking his hand into the stall so the horse could sniff him.

"He's freaking huge."

“Yeah, he's a beauty, aren't you fellow?" The horse slowly approached Jesse's hand. “Aren't you afraid of him, Jesse? What if he bites you?"

"He won't. At least he hasn't yet."

"Does he have a name?"

The stallion touched Jesse's fingers with the end of his nose. Jesse wiggled his finger and the horse flinched but didn't step back. Jesse gently scratched the horse's nose.

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“I haven’t named him yet. I just picked him up at auction last week, and he's been here a few days now. They used him in the bucking bronco contest until the guy riding him got his neck broken.”

Angela gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.

“The owners wanted to put him down.”

“You’re kidding! It would have been a crime to kill such a beautiful animal. He was the one being forced to perform.”

“No. I’m not kidding. The horse had been captured on a reservation in Montana and sold at auction. Rather than take the time to tame him, they put him to work in the rodeo ring. He'll get a second chance here.”

“You think you can train him?” Angela asked.

“I know I can.”

“How?”

“A wild stallion needs time to get used to you. You don’t try to ride it right away. First, you just give it time to adjust to being around humans, and then you get closer until you can touch him. Eventually you can put the bridle on him, and then the saddle. It takes time to build a working relationship between yourself and a wild creature.

Time to learn to trust, learn loyalty and love.

“Just like a woman,” Jesse’s voice was low and rough.

Tiny goose bumps raised on Angela’s arms. She couldn’t help but think his words were directed at her. Not that what they had was a relationship. She thought it was more like an affair.

Because of Lydia.

Angela thought what she and Jesse has was pure and simple lust.

Nothing more, nothing less. They weren’t locked in by society’s rules, only passion.

“That’s what I am doing to you. Getting you used to my touch.”

One side of his mouth curled up in a lopsided grin. The back of his hand softly rubbed her cheek. “I don’t mind.”

She swallowed hard and shook her head. Jesse put his forefinger under her chin and lifted her face. Angela held her breath and waited Ebook piracy is stealing. It is a federal offense.

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for his kiss. His lips crashed down on hers. Ah yes, lust, pure and simple...sex.

She opened her mouth to take as much of his kiss as she could get.

He tangled his tongue with hers, and Angela’s knees grew weak, wobbling to one side. Good thing he had a hold of her or she would have fallen to her knees.

Man, could Jesse kiss. The only thing keeping her from melting into a puddle at his feet was the fact she didn't want to let go of his mouth.

He pulled her tight against his chest and nibbled on her lower lip.

She let out a whimper, helpless against his touch.

His hands slid down her chest, lightly feathering her ribcage. He cupped her breasts and kissed the tops of them, following the line of her summer top. He used his tongue to push the strap down her shoulder and kissed the flesh he exposed.

Angela couldn’t help but arch her back. Her nipples longed to be sucked. She ached for the tug of his teeth on her nipples.

Jesse leaned back and grinned. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you in the field this morning. You're so damn cute when you dance. Watching you in the field prancing around in your little denim skirt and boots about drove me nuts.” He fingered the ragged edge of her skirt, and his fingers brushed against her thigh.

“Mmm,” Angela couldn't think of one sensible thing to say.

Jesse pushed her top down, leaving her breasts bare. “Beautiful,”

he whispered and leaned over to lick one of her nipples.

Angela moaned. “More.”

“No problem, honey. I’d be happy to oblige.” Once again, Jesse wrapped one large arm around her waist and lifted her high against his chest.

Angela arched, rubbing her taut nipples against his face.

“Oh, God, baby. You’re addictive. The more I have you, the more I want you.” Jesse’s arm moved down her body until he held her bottom in the palms of his hands. He nuzzled her breasts like a baby Ebook piracy is stealing. It is a federal offense.

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hunting for its mother’s teat. Playing with her until she wanted to scream, he finally latched on and sucked a nipple deep into his mouth.

Angela wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her clitoris against his belt buckle. She moaned and Jesse put his free hand on her breast and covered her mouth with his. She knew why he’d kissed her. Too much noise would scare the horses and soon the barn would be full of noisy people trying to figure out what had set the horses off.

Jesse continued to kiss and lick, nipping and sucking, but somewhere in his mind there were enough brain cells left to search out some privacy.

When they stopped, Angela opened her eyes to find they were in a small, empty pen at the very end of the barn, in one of the darkest corners.

“Take off your underwear, Angie,” Jess whispered, setting her feet on the floor, and she rushed to do as he’d asked. Feeling terribly naughty, she draped the panties on the pen handle.

Jesse motioned her closer, and she complied, hungry to feel him inside her. “Good, now get rid of your top,” he ordered, and she drew it up over her head and dropped it in the clean straw. “Much better,”

he murmured and pulled her into his arms.

“Are you ready, ladybug?”

“Check for yourself, cowboy.” She spread her legs to give him access to her femininity.

His strong hand caressed her outer lips. One, work-roughened finger slipped into her, and Angela gasped. "Keep that up, big boy and I'm going to come."

“Holy mackerel, Angie, you’re dripping wet and hot as fire.” He drew his finger out and plunged it back in, bringing Angela closer to the edge. “You’re gonna come, aren’t ya’, darlin’?”

Angela nodded.

“Good, you do that. Then I’ll give you what you want.” He stared into her eyes. “You do want me, don’t you, Angie baby?”

Tears came to her eyes. “Oh, my God, Jess. Please. Hurry.”

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He slipped another finger into her and brushed his thumb across her clitoris. Angela’s climax rolled through her like a tsunami. Her knees threatened to give out, and she wanted to scream. Jesse must have known because his mouth closed over hers in yet another hot, mind-melting kiss.

She was still trembling when Jesse withdrew his hand from her, moved her back a step and tore at his belt and zipper. Angela giggled.

This time, Jess wasn’t wearing his boxers. How did he stand the rough denim on his gorgeous penis?

Angela helped his push down his jeans to his knees and eagerly cupped his manhood in her hands. “Mmm, you’re so big, Jess. Velvet covered steel. I want you inside me…now.”

“No problem,” he said and forced her to let go of his cock. He lifted her back up, and Angela wrapped her legs around his hips. One quick thrust and he was buried to the hilt in her willing body.

“How’s that?” Jess groaned and began moving. Slow at first and when Angela clamped her internal muscles around him, he picked up the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Jesse groaned, growled and threw his head back.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Angela whimpered as he poured his hot seed into her.

It seemed to go on forever, but eventually Jesse slowed and stopped moving. He buried his nose in her hair. “God, you feel so damn good, Angie.”

Out of breath and afraid to tell him how much she loved him, Angela managed to say, “Mmm hmm.” She wanted to shout. Scream.

Let it all out. Somewhere along the line, her fascination for the big cowboy had turned from lust to love. She couldn’t love him. He was engaged to the lovely, nasty Lydia. Angela shuddered.

“Cold?” Jesse’s forehead was dripping with perspiration.

Obviously, he wasn’t cold.

“No. I’m fine.”

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Liar. You’re so not fine. You’re dying inside. Tell him. Now.

Before it’s too late.

* * * *

“Come on, Jesse! You’re supposed to be manning the barbeque.”

“Oh, hell,” Jesse pulled his cock out of Angela and put her back on her feet so fast, her head swam.

So much for post-coital lovemaking. Let alone kissing.

“Sorry, honey, but when Mom calls, I'd better answer or she'll start snooping around. Knowing my luck, she'll be here any minute.”

Jesse picked up Angela’s top and handed it to her. He had his shirt tucked in and his jeans buttoned before Angela could get her top right side out.

Jesse slicked his hair back with a comb he had pulled from his back pocket and would have jammed it back into the pocket if Angela hadn’t held out her hand. She had to look a wreck.

Jesse ran his hands down the front of his thighs and opened the pen. He turned and whispered, "Hurry, Angie. If Mom finds you naked she's going to kill me."

Angela didn't want to hurry. She loved the big, dopey, oblivious cowboy. She looked him up and down and shook her head.

“What,” he whispered.

“You’re still pretty big, Jess. I don’t think you’re going to be able to fool your mom.”

“Oh hell.”

Somehow, they managed to be standing in the walkway between the horse pens when Millie wrenched the barn door open and stepped in. “What the hell are you up to, boy?”

Angela snickered. He was up to about eight inches as near as she could tell.

“Knock it off,” Jesse whispered out the side of his mouth.

“Nothin’, Ma.”

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“Uh huh. So you say. Where’s that fiancée of yours?”

“Haven’t seen her yet today.”

Angela loved him, but doubted his reply. He was engaged to the woman, surely he'd seen her.

“Whatever," Millie mumbled. "Lydia's been looking all over for you."

Jesse took a couple of steps toward the door, but stopped when he heard Millie exclaim, "Humph!"

"What?"

"Just wondering what you're doin' in the barn with Angela. You two had better not be fooling around. I won’t stand for it.”

Millie stared at Angela. “You know dang good and well Jesse is engaged, girl. Is there something between the two of you I should know about?”

Angela shook her head. She would deny everything. Nothing happened between them that mattered. She loved Jesse, but he didn't love her. He loved Lydia. He just happened to be using good ol'

Angela for fun.

“For some reason, I don’t believe you.” Millie tapped her foot while she kept a sharp eye on Angela. Angela wondered if her hair was out of place. Did she have straw on her somewhere? She dared not move to check for fear Millie would pounce on her.

“Honestly! I’m a grown man, Mom. What Angela and I do is none of your business. But, since you're so daggone nosy, we were shootin'

the breeze and talking to the horses. Angie and I are friends."

“Uh-huh.”

“Come on, Mom. Get your mind out of the gutter. We were only looking at the new stallion.”

Millie’s eyes said it all. She didn’t believe Jesse. “Get your rear out there, son. It’s time to start cooking. Folks are getting hungry.”

“I’ll be right there.”

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His mom shook her head. “No. You’ll come now.” She wrenched the barn door, and the sunlight blinded Angela. “Out ya go, Angie girl.”

Angela tiptoed past Millie careful not to look her in the eye.

Behind her, Millie growled at her son. “Boy, you better not be thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’ or doin’ what I’m pretty sure you been doin’.”

“I haven’t done nothing, ma’am. You know I’m a perfect gentleman where Angela’s concerned. She’s been like my baby sister since for freakin' ever."

Angela flinched. He had denied they were…what? Nothing. There was no relationship. No love. No longing. Only pure, unadulterated sex. Great sex, but it was only sex.

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