Nicole Austin

by Tamara's Spirit (lit)

  Dakota longed to be the one handling Rowdy through this process, but was physically limited by his hip injuries. It rankled not to be able to complete a task he’d participated in many time before. The remembered pain of pushing himself too hard previously held him in check. He had no desire to put himself at risk of another dislocation.

  Zeke stood nearby putting on soft deerskin work gloves. He would be handling the mare—helping to hold her in position and providing support as the stallion mounted her.

  Dakota explained, “I’ve worked with both men to make sure they’re able to handle the dangerous joining of two large animals.” He was happy to see Zeke followed his advice, donning a riding helmet to protect his head since he would be positioned near the stallion’s hooves.

  A whirlwind of dust and roar of a motor were all the advanced warning of impending disaster Dakota had. Pivoting, he raced to where Steph stood at the edge of the road. With her attention focused on the horses, she hadn’t noticed the danger to herself. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close against him and out of the speeding vehicle’s path as it flew by, spraying gravel over them in its wake.

  “Fuck,” he grumbled. The last thing he needed was some reckless fool spooking the horses at a critical time like this.

  Still holding Steph sheltered against his body, he turned to see Tamara step down out of her Jeep. She swung her head, tossing her dark hair in a way which reminded him of Honey leading the stallion into the mating dance. Damn, the hellion was really pushing the limits of his patience with her crazy antics.

  He was conflicted, vacillating between red hot anger and blazing desire. No matter how reckless she acted, he wanted her with a blind passion, almost to the exclusion of everything else.

  Dakota struggled to maintain his inner calm as she flashed him a wicked, flirtatious grin. The spitfire had intended to startle them, yet under her attitude he sensed both anger and hurt. Something had upset his princess, and he was almost certain the cause was jealousy over Steph grasping his biceps as she struggled to get her breathing under control.

  Tamara wore a sheepish look as she walked over, and shot a worried glance at Steph. Seeing him hold another woman close and focusing on her was obviously irritating to Tamara, but he thought she was sorry for her actions. Still, she brought out the brassy attitude.

  “What’s wrong with kid sister? Something scare ya?”

  The taunting words were filled with her own hurt. She didn’t like being ignored, and her actions had not brought about quite the reaction she had hoped for. Tamara had only managed to drive Steph into his arms, instead of further away, and ensured she remained the center of his attention.

  “That’s quite enough.” Dakota spoke in a slow, even tone. Reaching out, he ran his fingers in a gentle trail down the frightened girl’s cheek while gazing into her eyes. “Okay, sunshine?”

  He admired Steph’s strength as she pulled herself together, stepping back from his embrace. She would not reprimand Tamara for her thoughtless actions. Instead she brushed the dust off her clothes and straightened her shoulders.

  “Yes, I’m fine. I think I’ll head back inside and get some work done now. Thanks for explaining about the horses, Dakota.” She gave him a bright smile, ignoring the other woman’s presence as she headed across the yard.

  He felt the resentment rolling off his princess in waves. It was blatantly obvious she was none too happy he and Steph had become friends. Everyone on the ranch had picked up on her tension whenever Steph was anywhere near him. To have her stunt backfire and drive Steph into his embrace was probably too much for her. Well good, let her stew in the results of her actions for a bit.

  Dakota turned from Tamara as Zeke led Honey into the corral. The two took up their position and waited for Rowdy. They would wait several minutes before bringing out the stallion for everyone’s protection. Keeping the big animal calm was paramount to their success.

  As Dakota took up his position along the fence, Tamara gave a disgruntled “harrumph.” For a brief moment she had considered running over the woman, but it was difficult to lash out at Steph. Cord’s sister was such a genuine, likeable person, but she was also too smart and beautiful for her own good.

  Damn, Tamara really had to shut down whatever the hell was going on with her. Seeing Steph talking with Dakota had put her into some kind of conniption fit. Something about the sweet, smart assed bitch made her plunge into insanity in two point four seconds flat.

  Of course, it wasn’t jealousy. She almost snorted at the very idea. Pshaw, like I’d be jealous of precious Stephanie. Tamara wouldn’t allow herself to feel useless emotions like those. And there was no way she was envious of Cord’s brainy sister. No freakin’ way in hell! The woman was sweet enough to induce a diabetic coma.

  Having things sorted out in her mind allowed her to breathe a little easier. Now she’d be able to focus on the big man who was driving her to distraction.

  “What’s going on?” she asked, moving in close to Dakota’s side. For a moment he didn’t respond and she was afraid she’d pissed him off with her actions. Damn, psycho. Congratulations. You royally screwed the pooch.

  After some time, he nodded toward the mare. “Honey has gone into season and is about to be mated for the first time with one of the stallions.”

  It was obvious by the look on Dakota’s face this was a major event for him. She felt a slight pang of regret over the way she’d behaved. It would have been terrible of her to mess this up for him. Damn, why were her emotions so out of control around this man? She’d never experienced anything quite like these feelings before. Her normal attitude toward men was reticent at best. This was quite different and out of her experience.

  Somehow, this man touched a part of her she’d managed to keep cold, indifferent and shut-off for many years. She had no idea what it was about the big Indian that sparked such passion in her. Merely listening to him talk about the most mundane subject made her squirm. There was something about his deep voice and the sexy cadence of his speech made her knees feel weak, her body needy.

  She had vivid memories of sitting on the swing with him one morning as Dakota talked about his childhood. She’d been saddened to hear the things ignorant people had whispered about him, looking down on the small, innocent boy because his father was a cowboy and his mother Native American. People were so cruel, especially to children or those who were weaker and smaller. Still, he hadn’t let it leave a sour taste in his mouth.

  He’d grown up with a blending of both cultures. She figured he would be able to fit in anywhere with relative ease. The man had such an easygoing nature. Merely standing next to him made her feel calm, soothed. Made her think about having a home, setting down roots. Raising a family and being connected to others. As if!

  Feeling these unwanted emotions was not good. They made her long for things she would never have. Common, everyday desires she didn’t want to experience. She didn’t want to have a craving for some pie-in-the-sky concepts she knew did not exist. Not for her at least. Yet apparently, they were important to him.

  When Brock came into view with Rowdy, he had threaded a chain lead line through the lower half of the halter. It was an extra safety precaution, giving him some added leverage should he need to quickly gain the stallion’s attention if Rowdy started to misbehave.

  When Tamara looked over at Dakota, she again felt a soul deep longing for the man who called to her in ways she’d never imagined possible. It didn’t matter she knew so little about the stoic man or the fact they were such opposites.

  He seemed to love spending time alone in peaceful contemplation and maintained such a calm demeanor and presence. She hated being alone, confronted by unwanted sentiment, and was about as far from calm as a person could get. No, he was nothing like her at all and far from the normal bad boy type for whom she held an endless, fatal attraction.

  With a deep sigh he moved behind her, boxing her between the fence and the steel bands of his arms as his hands he
ld a firm grasp on the top rung. The warmth of his big body enveloped her. Tamara felt a heated flush rise from her breasts and over her neck to settle high on her cheeks. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep from leaning back against him, luxuriating in his presence surrounding her.

  His breath created a hot caress against her ear as he leaned forward and began speaking. The sexy, raspy baritone slid over her skin like heated molasses, slow and sensual. “Watch them, princess.”

  The firm caress of his lips brushing against the shell of her ear made her breasts feel heavy, achy, her cunt warm and wet. The whisper of his breath over her neck made her body shudder.

  Fucking need to get laid. And soon!

  “You can tell the female is ready to be mounted. Her cunt is swollen. See how her hot juices slide from her vagina in anticipation of taking the stallion’s big shaft. She wants him. Every muscle is tensed as she waits for him to come to her, to fill her up.”

  Oh shit! How about filling me up, stud? She had no problem imagining how the horse felt. Tamara was reacting the same way as Honey—flesh quivering, pussy lips swollen and dripping—wet and ready. If only she were able to have an enjoyable experience with one man, but she knew better. For her, orgasm required more stimulation than one cock was capable of delivering. All of her attempts at one-on-one sex in the recent past had left her frustrated. She was not able to get off anymore without at least three big cocks fucking all her orifices at once.

  Her body readied itself anyway, betraying Tamara and confusing her jumbled thoughts. Her breasts were so full, needy. It took all her self-control to keep her hands on the fence rail and not rub the small globes or tweak her peaked nipples. Dakota’s heady, masculine scent enveloping her made her clit pulse. The silky material of her panties flooded with her cream, the scent of arousal rising on the heated air between them.

  “She wants this, weeps for it.” Dakota whispered the words against her ear.

  Tamara watched as Brock walked the big stallion into the corral at a measured pace, keeping the horse under his rigid command. She tried to keep the animals at the center of her attention instead of the big man behind her. She made a concerted effort to keep her breathing steady so he wouldn’t know how much his words and actions affected her, but a knot of sexual need twisted her stomach as she watched the horse pace close behind the mare.

  She felt Dakota moving, the heat of his body warming her back, intense sexual energy crowding her closer to the fence. Tamara was certain his actions would mirror those of the stallion’s cautious yet eager approach to the filly.

  “You can feel the stallion’s anticipation of shafting the mare—see it in the trembling of his body. He can smell the scent of her need as her body prepares itself for him. He knows she is wet and all he has to do is mount her from behind, sliding his huge cock into her slick, ready passage.”

  Hell fucking yeah, she screamed within her head.

  Tamara stifled an inward groan as Dakota’s thick erection pressed against the crevice of her ass, hot and insistent. He was so wonderfully hard and long. Her legs became weak as he rocked against her. She couldn’t resist pushing back into the harder-than-steel length of his questing shaft or take her eyes off the scene taking place in the corral before them.

  Brock led the stallion toward the mare at an angle, not allowing the horse to mount right away. He kept the stallion far enough away from the mare so all the horse managed to do was extend his neck over and nuzzle her genitals.

  Fuck! That had to feel good.

  Dakota continued to speak against her ear, sending tingling currents of electricity through her entire body. Right then she would have risked everything to feel his mouth teasing her wet folds, his tongue lapping at her inflamed clit.

  “First he will taste her desire, let it roll around on his tongue and fill him with her essence. He’ll lap up as much of that sweet cream as he can, teasing the mare. Make her long for what only he can give her.”

  The wet swipe of the stallion’s big tongue over Honey’s sensitive folds had the horse screaming out in need. Tamara felt an echo of the same need ooze from her sensitive skin as Dakota continued to rock his erection into the crease of her ass.

  He felt better than good. He felt like something she needed with a desperation bordering on obsession. She wanted nothing more than to drop her jeans, spread her legs and impale herself on his thick length. Have every hard inch filling her all the way to her empty heart.

  “See the way Honey’s muscles ripple beneath her skin as she anticipates Rowdy’s long cock ramming into her? She wants to feel him pounding into her hot cunt, stroking her sensitive walls.”

  Hell yes she saw it. She shared Honey’s eagerness to experience such a glorious impalement. Dakota created a longing in her well beyond anything in her experience. It burned through her body with an incomprehensible molten desire.

  They watched as Zeke braced the mare, providing a bit of physical support as the stallion mounted her, his forelegs and chest resting over her back. The stud looked downright primal, single-minded in his desire to mate. He rutted around until he was properly aligned with the mare then slid forward, driving his shaft into her body, his teeth nipping at her neck. Animal grunts and cries of passion rose in the air.

  At the same time, Dakota thrust his cock against her ass, his teeth capturing the tender flesh where neck and shoulder meet. Tamara’s eyes clamped shut as carnal wants flooded her system. The words he spoke between swipes of his tongue over the pulse point in her neck were lost in her lust-fogged mind. She dissolved into a mass of quivering, hypersensitive nerve endings.

  Time lost all meaning for Tamara. She had no idea how long she stood there with the big stud rocking against her ass. All she knew was she desired him more than she ever had any other man. Yet desire wasn’t quite right. This reaction was much more, reaching toward becoming an all consuming requirement. She needed his cock filling her, making her complete.

  She was astonished to find watching two horses fuck, combined with Dakota’s words, was turning her on so much. More than any porno flick ever had. As the stallion groaned out his satisfaction, Dakota’s moan filled her ear.

  “I want you so much, princess.”

  Hell yes!

  Tamara was ready to scream out her answer when her eyes snapped wide open, drawn to the tableau in the corral. It was over already. Brock led the stallion away as Zeke began walking the mare around the ring, not allowing her to stop. The combined ejaculate from the animals dripped down the mare’s legs, like her own cream was coating Tamara’s thighs.

  The other thing capturing her attention was the knowing look on Zeke’s handsome face. The smug bastard stared at the two of them as though they were buck naked and fucking right there in the middle of the yard for all to see. She read a lot of things in his expression. Jealousy, desire and…relief? Why the hell would he be relieved to see Dakota taking an interest in her? Maybe the perverted freak wanted to watch?

  The very idea snapped her back to reality. She would not stand here and allow herself to be bombarded by unwanted emotion. She made a forceful thrust against Dakota. He had not anticipated the movement, his surprise allowing her to drive him backward. When she twirled around on her heels, she swallowed a startled gasp.

  Holy hell. The man was so breathtaking her knees shook, testing her ability to stand, along with her resistance. His black hair had fallen free of its binding and now hung in a silky mane around his head and shoulders. His face was full of sexual promise, lips somewhat parted, eyes heavy-lidded, pupils dilated.

  If the heated pheromones radiating off his big body were not enough, the primal look on his face alone would have stopped her cold. It would be so easy to succumb to the desire in gaze, drag him into her cabin and ride him until they both achieved release, but it wasn’t going to happen. She’d be left even more frustrated than she already felt because one-on-one wouldn’t do it for her.

  Well, fuck a damn duck.

  Without a
word she brushed past him, struggling not to run, moving with a smooth fluidity which defied the trembling in her legs. She needed to put some distance between them, and a cold shower was sounding pretty damn good right about now. The day had turned out to be a scorcher in more ways than one. She needed to find a way to douse these flames before she combusted.

  Chapter Three

  All he could do was stay rooted to the spot and watch her walk away. With every fiber of his being, Dakota wanted to go after her. His randy cock wanted nothing more than to sink into the wet velvet glove between her legs, knowing she would grasp him like a hot, tight fist.

  Taking her wasn’t about to happen any time soon though. Not until Tamara’s spirit was healed and she was able accept everything he had to offer. They would both suffer until she opened her heart to his love.

  Getting them both worked up had probably not been a great idea with no relief is sight. His engorged, aching cock wasn’t going to help him get his job done.