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Someday she’d ask what the symbols meant, but right now, all she could think of was touching and sucking on him.

“You going to stare at it all day or touch me?” His voice nearly cracked.

“Just appreciating it first.”

He chuckled as if he understood what it meant to be awed by beauty. With the tip of her finger, she traced the line made by his large, pulsating vein. His hands clenched for a moment as if he had to work to control his urges. That gave her such a feeling of power. To bring Randy Stark, ultimate fighter extraordinaire, to his knees would be such a high.

She pulled him closer to better be able to suck on him. With one hand, she cupped his large balls, and with the other she pulled down his cock. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, pretending he was about to fuck her moist, warm cunt. She drew the tip in and licked the large, mushroom-shaped head. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the tension raging through him.

She massaged his balls while she pushed forward, encapsulating his cock as much as she could. Soon his dick reached the dead end. She used her other hand to eat up the rest of him. While she moved her hand forward and back, making sure to use the right amount of pressure, she guided her lips to go to the tip and return. Two more round trips bought moans and groans. His fingers threaded her hair as she sucked and licked him. She’d never felt more special.

He stepped back. “This cowboy is taking away your reins. It’s my turn. You ready for me?”

His dark eyes had turned black. “You aren’t going to whip me, are you?” She’d meant like a cowboy often smacks a horse on his rear to make it go faster, not that she actually wanted him to use leather on her ass.

Her pussy moistened just thinking about what that heat might do.

“You want that?” His smile melted her.

“Maybe.”

Keeping an eye on her, he stepped five feet to a peg on the wall that held a small crop. “Bend over.”

Could she do this? Her pussy screamed
yes
. She held on to the post and spread her legs wide.

“You sure? It’s going to sting.”

“Yes.”

The first impact was soft, but it did hurt a bit. When she didn’t whimper and kept her stance, he must have figured she liked it. The next hit was a bit stronger. The aftermath had the desired effect of heating her up.

“More?”

“Yes.” This time the crop came down with more force and actually hurt. She bet her ass would be cherry red. She should tell him to stop, but the connection she felt by sharing this experience nearly overwhelmed her. She wanted the pain. “Again.”

This time he whipped her ass harder, and she cried out. He dropped the crop and pulled her up into his embrace. “Oh, babe. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She swallowed. “I wanted you to.”

He rubbed her back and massaged her ass. As his fingers got close to her asshole, she couldn’t help but think about having Randy in her pussy and Blake in her ass. Those thoughts made her juice up more.

She turned around in his arms. “Fuck me hard.”

“You are my secret temptation.” He chewed on her bottom lip as he guided her back to stand on the blanket. “I dream every night of packing you full of my cock.”

“I love when you talk dirty to me.”

He grabbed the condom he’d set on a table and pulled it on before she had the chance to ask if she could have the pleasure. He clasped onto her waist and lifted her up. Her back pressed against the wide post as he kissed her. She wrapped her legs around him to support herself. Randy and she opened their mouths at the same time. As if they had never kissed before, they parried and thrust, exploring each other. It was more than a kiss. They were learning about each other, transferring a bit of their souls with each touch.

She loved him. There was no doubt about it. Then his cock was at her entrance. He held on to her butt cheeks and cleaved her pussy with his dick. The first push made her contract her walls. His jaw tightened as if she’d lit the fuse and he was about to explode.

“I love how fucking tight you are.”

She pushed up with her thighs then dropped back down, taking in more of him. His thumbs found her nipples, and he rubbed them hard. She leaned her head back and hit her skull against the post. “Ow.”

“Babe.” He stepped back and tapped her thighs. “Turn around like you were before. That way I can play with your tits.”

She did as he asked. She expected him to slide right in. Instead he kissed her ass. “That helps.”

She didn’t regret the whipping. In fact, in a few days she might ask him to do it again. He leaned over her and peeled open her lips. When his cock made contact, her pussy heated. Instead of being gentle like he had been, he thrust into her, taking her breath away. The intensity made her soar. His hands found her breasts, and the double pleasure caused a rolling spasm to race through her. Every touch electrified her.

“Faster.”

He pulled on her nipples as he pounded into her. Explosions of need traipsed along her spine. Her climax built as he twisted and rubbed the tips. One hand deserted her breast but relocated to her pussy. He pressed on her clit until her juices spewed.

Randy lowered his head and kissed her neck. “I need you.” His words were muffled, but their meaning clear.

Torrents of ecstasy rained down on her. As he nibbled on her ear and fucked her hard, his chest inflamed her reddened ass. Every nerve ending in her body caught on fire. “Oh, Randy. Yes!”

Passion met love as her climax swept her away. Her breaths rushed out of her. He grabbed her thighs and leaned back. He took one last shove and held still. His cock stretched her pussy as he came, and the heat from his jism nearly burned her. For a moment, she wished he hadn’t worn a condom. The thought of having his baby thrilled her.

Randy’s short nails made indents in her hips. “I can’t move.”

She understood. She wondered if after the referee raised his hand in victory, he was as paralyzed.

Eventually, he pulled out. From his back pocket, he pulled a clean bandana. “There’s no water here, but maybe this will help.” He reached between her legs and wiped her clean.

Gus was making a lot of noise near the stalls. She bet he’d heard an earful with all the noise she was making. Embarrassed, she slipped on her panties and tugged up her jeans. Randy was faster about getting dressed.

When she was presentable, she remembered why she’d come in. She debated not attempting to ride, but she had something to prove to herself. “You have enough energy to go riding?”

“Does a cage fighter hit hard?”

That analogy didn’t quite fit, but she didn’t care. His smile was her reward. “Is Fleet of Foot up for a romp?”

“Let’s go see.”

Chapter Thirteen

 

April’s ass sure was sore. Riding might not have been the best thing to do right now, but she wanted a better environment when she approached Randy about the audition.

They’d cleared the barn when he stopped and faced her. “I’ve been watching you. The key to riding fast is to relax your legs. If you’re tense, the horse will sense it. He’ll take over.”

“Which is what happened the last time. I got afraid of going too fast, which only caused the horse to go faster.” She chuckled. “Right now I don’t have any strength in my legs. Trust me, there will be no tension coming from me.”

He reached over and squeezed her arm. “I’ll be right beside you.”

She inhaled. “Okay.”

Both kicked their respective horses. April shot ahead of Randy, but True Blood caught up in seconds. Fleet of Foot must have sensed the two were in a race because when Randy’s horse sped up, her horse did, too.

She leaned over and shouted, “Good, boy.”

She was scared out of her mind, but she forced her legs to relax. Letting go of the horn wasn’t an option right now. Wanting to break that fear barrier, she nudged her horse’s flank again.

“Holy moly, I’m flying.”

The wind made her hat flap, and the dust kicked up and got in her eyes every once in a while, but the fear of going this fast had morphed into exhilaration. It was almost like being spanked or whipped. It was scary at first, but then it turned into something fantastic.

True Blood came into her field of vision and she looked over at Randy. He slowed down his horse, and she followed suit. Her heart pounded in her chest as both horses obeyed.

“You okay?” He looked worried.

She leaned her head back and laughed. “I did it!”

His grin came out wide. “Yes, you did. Want to race me back?”

That wasn’t her plan. “Can we head over to that copse of trees and rest? My ass is kind of sore.”

“Sure. When you get down, I’ll check it out.”

He was such a character. She pressed Fleet of Foot’s side, and he responded by charging ahead. Good thing she had a solid grip. Keeping her head down and her ass a bit off the saddle, they raced to the copse. When they reached their destination, she pulled on the reins. Once he stopped, she patted her horse and slipped to the ground.

Randy tied up both horses. He pulled a blanket off the back of his horse and spread it under the tree. “Want me to check your ass?”

She didn’t know why he was so serious. “I’m good.”

“I’d like to see. Once we get back, we won’t have any privacy. I’ve never used a crop on a woman before. I shouldn’t have.”

She rubbed his arm. “I asked you to.” She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them over her hips. “Okay. Here. You can look.”

As soon as she offered her rear to him, his cool hands caressed her skin. “You’ll need some salve. It’s really red. Blake’s going to have a fit.”

She’d forgotten about his reaction. “I’ll tell him I was bad and you had to punish me.”

“Zipper up.” He tapped her back. “Let’s not look for trouble.”

“Maybe you’re right.” She eased down to the blanket. “There is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Was the sex a way to soften me up?”

“No. I didn’t plan on having sex. I wanted another lesson. I really wanted to prove to myself that I could ride a horse. Being scared sucks the life out of a person.”

He lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “You did great. I’m proud of you. It’s hard to conquer your fears.”

She hoped he could do the same. “I think you are an amazing person on so many levels.”

He leaned back on his elbows as if he wanted to put a bit of distance from this conversation. “Thank you.”

“What I love the most about you is your passion. You do love horses and are wonderful with them, but when you are playing the piano, you become electric. It’s almost as if you become the music.”

He plucked a long piece of grass out by its roots, broke off the end, and stuck it in his mouth. “I love to play.”

“There’s an audition at the Cheyenne Civic Center this Friday. They’re looking for a couple of positions, but they are interested in someone to play next month at a concert. It would probably be one song.”

He looked away. “I’m not interested.”

She expected him to be in denial. “All I ask is that you try.”

“Why?”

“Because when other people hear you, they’ll convince you to play.”

“If this is your family’s way of getting me to quit this job, I won’t.”

He was more stubborn than she ever was. “Just audition. For me?” She got on her knees and straddled him. She kissed him thoroughly.

He dropped onto his back and took her with him. “You up for some more riding?”

“Riding your cock or riding the horse?”

He burst out laughing. It was a sound she never would grow tired of. “I think I already wore out your pussy. I was talking about getting back.”

“You’re avoiding my question.”

He sat her up and placed her to the side. He stood and helped her up. “I’ll think about it. How’s that?”

She jumped up and down. “Thank you.” She gave him a mind-blowing kiss.

He tapped her butt. “Hop on up.”

They mounted and headed back to the barn. This time when they neared, she made sure her legs weren’t tense. She pulled up on the reins and Fleet of Foot slowed.
Wow!
She could get used to this riding stuff.

 

* * * *

 

 

Randy tried not to think about the possibility of playing in front of an audience, but every time he dismissed the thought, the image of April came into his mind. The audition seemed so important to her, and he wanted to please her. For the first time in his life, he felt really connected to a woman.

Admit it. You’re in love with her.

My God, how had that happened? He wanted to call and tell her, but then she’d want to know his decision. Maybe he’d go to Cheyenne and investigate the setup. If everything felt right, he’d try out.

The week crawled by. April hadn’t stopped by, but in a way, he was glad. He didn’t need the added pressure. Friday morning he stopped at the main house to thank Mrs. C for arranging the audition and to ask for the afternoon off.

“Why of course, Randy. Is April going with you?”

“I haven’t told her about my decision to give it a try. I want to keep it a secret and surprise her.”

“Josh is in town, but when he comes back I’ll let him know that you had to go to Cheyenne.”

“Thanks.”

For the rest of the morning, nerves ate him up. He intended to play the song he’d written for April. He didn’t question his ability to get the notes right. That part was solid. After all, he’d written the piece. What if he got up on stage, performed the piece, and then realized he had to have more? Would playing in front of an audition be addicting?

Christ, he was a basket case. He decided to leave work even earlier to go home and change. It wouldn’t do to come to an audition in chaps and blue jeans. He did own a suit, but wearing a jacket went against his nature. It also wasn’t his style to polish his loafers. The shoes, in and of themselves, looked ridiculous. He kept it simple with polished black boots, nice slacks, and a white shirt.

He tried to empty his mind as he drove to Cheyenne. Mrs. C had called in a favor, and he didn’t want to disappoint her either. Finding a parking space proved easy. He stepped out of the truck and inhaled. Why was he so nervous about playing the piano? It was something he could do in his sleep.

Inside was a sign with an arrow pointing to the stage. Violins were warming up. Maybe if he listened to the other performers, he’d get over his issues.

A pretty woman sat at a table with a list and a stack of numbers in front of her.

“Your name?”

“Randy Stark.”

She ran her hand down a column, checked off his name, and handed him a number. “Peel off the back and place it on your left arm.”

He took the sticker and headed into the main part of the auditorium. The auditions were about to begin. Apparently, they were going to start with the violins. He wished he could go first and get it over with.

After the violinists performed, the next up were the trumpet players. He enjoyed the music but soon realized he didn’t belong in this world of performing. Who was he kidding? He mucked stalls for a living. That was all he’d ever do, which was fine by him. His cage fighting days were over, and he no desire to train others to beat the shit out of another human.

Randy took off his number, balled it up, and strode down the hall. The jazz music flared and tore at his gut. The sound was full and resonated with him, but he couldn’t go through with it.

“Sir?” The pretty lady at the desk was calling to him, but he couldn’t stop.

Once he got back into his truck, he slammed his hand against the wheel. “You’re a fool.”

He’d disappointed April and probably her mom, too, but pretending he could be a musician was dumb. At least the folks he’d run into in town respected men who worked with horses. Getting your hands dirty was a man’s rite of passage. Playing the piano was not.

He went home, changed back into his work clothes, and headed out to the ranch. He needed to exercise the animals. Maybe he should admit that he needed to exorcise some of his demons.

 

* * * *

 

 

April couldn’t keep her mind focused on her work for longer than a few minutes because she kept glancing at the clock. Had Randy auditioned yet? Did he get a standing ovation for his performance?

Finally, she called Blake to see if he’d heard. His phone rang four times before he picked up. “Hey. Sorry, I just got out of a meeting. How are you doing?”

“I’m nervous. Did you hear from Randy?”

“No, but Randy isn’t the type to share.”

“You two were sharing me a few days ago.”

“That’s different. You want me to give him a call?”

“Would you?”

“I’ll call you back.”

April disconnected and paced. Randy might already be back at the ranch. If he was out riding, he might not hear his phone ring over the pounding of the hooves. She poured another cup of coffee while she waited.

Her cell rang. “Well?”

“No answer, but I left a message.”

She hadn’t seen Blake in a couple of days and needed his arms around her. “Can I come over tonight? If you have a lot to do, I won’t keep you.”

“You know I’ll always make time for you.”

“Can you text me when Randy gets home?”

“Will do. Maybe we can celebrate.”

She laughed. “What would your students think if they knew you liked sex so much?”

“I’d have them lined up at the door.”

“See you tonight.” She’d been about to say that she loved him, but maybe tonight she’d admit what they meant to her.

Since she didn’t expect to hear anything more for several hours, she took a shower then picked up her books. She was in the middle of a chapter when her phone beeped. The text stated that Randy was home. There was no other news. Given it was a bit before six, she figured the men might not have eaten.

She decided to stop by the Eatery and order three to-go orders. Even if Blake had prepared something, they could eat the roast beef sandwiches tomorrow for lunch.
Nervous
didn’t come close to what she was feeling right now. This was Randy’s big chance at stardom. Not that she cared if he hit it big, she just wanted him to be happy. Reaching one’s potential was in large part what life was about.

The short drive from her apartment seemed to take forever. Finally, she pulled into the drive. She rang the bell and waited. Blake answered, but there wasn’t a big smile on his face. She stepped inside and kissed him. She looked behind him but didn’t see Randy.

She held out the bags. “I brought some dinner if you hadn’t made any yet.”

“No, I haven’t.”

From the way his lips were pressed together, the audition hadn’t gone well. “So?”

“I’ll let him tell you.”

From the clanging noise, Randy was in his weight room. She didn’t like that omen. “Can I go in there?”

“If you don’t, you might not see him until morning.”

They stepped in, but Randy didn’t stop bench-pressing. He had three huge plates on either side of the bar. He moved them like they were nothing.

“Randy,” Blake said.

“Sec.” Randy did five more reps before placing the bar on the stand.

He sat up and wiped his face. “Hey, April.”

She couldn’t handle the suspense any longer. “How did it go?”

“I didn’t audition.”

Her heart sank. “Why? My mom called in a favor to get you into the auditions.”

“Tell her thank you.”

“Did something happen? Did they cancel the audition?” There had to be a good explanation.

“I decided it wasn’t for me.”

She wasn’t surprised he’d cop this attitude again. “Music is your passion. Why are you so afraid of performing?”

He picked up two dumbbells and did some curls. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered that he’d broken her heart.

“Why do want to change me? I thought you liked me the way I am.”

“I do, and I’m not trying to change you. Randy, I love you for who you are. I love your passion for the horses, your passion for your weights, and your passion for music. But when you won’t even try to reach for the stars, then you become a different person. That’s the man I don’t want.”

“Then I guess it’s good-bye.”

Her pulse skyrocketed. “You want to call it quits because you’re afraid to let others hear your brilliance?”

He shrugged. Clearly, he wasn’t listening. Her stomach almost revolted. “Fine.”

She spun on her heels and raced out of the room. On her way out, she grabbed her purse. She would have made it out the door if Blake hadn’t caught her. “Where are you going?”

“You don’t get it, do you? I love you and Randy. I know you want a woman you can share, but unless Randy can be all that he can be, we’re done.” She hadn’t meant to quote the Army slogan, but it made sense.

He didn’t stop her as she raced to her car. Tears streamed down her face as her heart broke.

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