There was a knock on the door. Thinking of her brother, she stood frozen, afraid the police had found her.
“It’s me, Dakota,” Eddie called, knocking once more. “Open up.”
Sighing with relief, she let him in. “You’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” he confirmed, flashing her his sexy smile. “We were arrested, locked away for days, but when witnesses came forward to say the Tyrell Clan was just defending itself, we were released.”
“What about the bookie?”
Eddie shrugged. “Don’t know. Colby is at the station seeing what he can learn. He has friends down there. They’re part of the reason we were allowed to go.”
She wanted to kiss him, but before she got the chance, he swept her towards the door. “Come on, darling. I’ve had enough blues. I need some fun. I’m gonna teach you how to ride a bull.”
“I’m not getting on a bull,” she asserted.
“Relax. It’s a mechanical bull down at the bar. We’ll start there.”
It still sounded horrifying, but she followed him to his black pick-up truck. Twilight masked the town, drawing out the night owls, those who drank and those danced. Dakota was glad she’d gone to a nearby outlet and picked up some new tank tops. She wore a navy blue one, the color dark against the light brown of her eyes.
“Where are we going?” she asked when he took a road that led out of town.
“We have to get you a proper hat. I’ve got a few good ones in my trailer.”
“I don’t wear hats.”
Eddie laughed as he turned towards the campsite. “That’s the problem. It’s not proper.”
“If you think you can turn me into a cowgirl, you’re mistaken. In Nebraska, the only hats we wear are snow hats. Or baseball caps.”
Her eyes went wide as she realized her mistake, but Eddie didn’t call her out on it. Afraid she would reveal too much, she stayed quiet, watching the scenery change as they entered the gorge.
That silence was interrupted when the radio on the dashboard crackled to life. “Eddie, you on the road?” Colby inquired. “I need to talk to you.”
Eddie picked the radio up and pressed a button on the side. “I’m pulling into the campsite now. You there?”
“No. I’m at the police station. I’ll call you later on your phone.”
“Spill the beans,” Eddie urged. “I’m hitting the road again soon. Have some bull riding to do.” He winked at her.
“It’s about Dakota.”
Her throat went dry, and she started to tremble. She wanted to jump out of the truck, but there was nowhere she could go.
Glancing at her with concern, Eddie pulled up to the trailers, and he parked the truck, but he didn’t move. “Go on.”
“I’ve just seen a bulletin with her name and photo on it. She’s a fugitive. She’s wanted for her part in an armed robbery up north.”
“I see,” Eddie said stiffly. “I’ve gotta go. We’ll talk later.” He set the radio back down.
“I can explain,” Dakota said desperately, but Eddie didn’t want to hear it. He jumped out of the truck and slammed the door shut, leaving the keys inside. Dakota followed him. “Please, let me explain.”
“I thought you were one of the good ones!” he shouted.
His words cut her deep, but she spoke through the pain they caused. “Listen to me. A while ago, I saw that my brother was mixing himself up with the wrong people, so one day I followed him. He went into a store with a group of guys, but then he ran out scared. I didn’t know what was going on, so I told him to get in my car, and I drove away. I had nothing to do with the robbery. I didn’t even know that was what he was running from.”
“You didn’t see the bags of money in his hands?” Eddie asked, sarcastic.
“There were no bags. The robbery was a bust. Everyone was caught except my brother.”
“And you.”
She shook her head. “I told you. I had nothing to do with it, but the police think I was his getaway car.”
Eddie wasn’t listening. “You lectured me on responsibility, teaching me there were consequences to my actions, but you’re no better. You’re a fraud.”
His accusations turned her to ice. Unable to stand it, she hopped into the truck and drove away, on the run once more.
***
Dakota was lost. Speeding down the road in the truck, she knew how to get back to her apartment, but she didn’t know if she should go back. Eddie knew her secret. He knew why she had fled Nebraska. Worse, Colby knew too. Soon, the cops would be on to her. She had been wrong about Eddie. He wasn’t her protector. He was the one who would destroy her. Disappointed and angry, she pressed harder on the pedal, accelerating, but then she hit the brake, causing the truck to swerve off the side of the road before it stopped.
This is Eddie’s truck, she remembered. I’m not a thief. I have to take it back.
It wasn’t negotiable. Dakota wouldn’t become the criminal the cops in Nebraska made her out to be. She wouldn’t justify their warrant. She turned the truck around. If she saw flashing lights, she’d leave it outside the campsite, close enough for it to be found but not so close that she would get caught.
Thankfully, there were no flashing lights. There were no cops. But men had arrived at the camp, parked just outside Eddie’s trailer. She could see their silhouettes from down the road. Turning off her headlights, she glided the truck slowly towards the trailer, stopping a few yards down. She ducked her head, viewing the men from her dashboard.
It was Girey and his thugs. Wearing an expensive cowboy hat on his chunky head, he directed his men into the trailer, waving a pistol in the air. Minutes later, to her horror, they came out, carrying Eddie, who was unconscious.
“No,” she breathed, tormented.
She didn’t know what to do. She had to run. She couldn’t risk getting caught. But Eddie…
Devastated, knowing her fate was sealed, Dakota restarted the engine, hoping it didn’t draw attention, and she picked up the radio. “Colby,” she said, pushing the button on the side like she had seen Eddie do. “Colby, can you hear me? It’s Dakota.”
The line crackled, and he came on. “You probably shouldn’t be talking to me, Dakota, not without a lawyer. I’m on my way to see Eddie. Is he there with you?”
“That’s the problem.” She quickly told him everything she saw. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Leave. Get the hell out of there. I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay,” she said, setting the radio down. Except she couldn’t leave. If she did, Eddie would be gone. The men were trying to load him into a van, struggling against his weight. They’d clearly never abducted a bear before, but they would soon succeed. Who knew what they had planned.
Closing her eyes, Dakota took a deep breath, and then she sped towards the men, ramming the truck into their van. Her head hit the steering wheel, disorientating her. Through blurred vision, she saw the outrage in the men’s faces. Dropping Eddie, they hurried to the truck and pulled her out. She barely noticed, a black haze forming around her, yet she remained conscious. The men pushed her to the ground, at the feet of Girey.
“That was a dumb move, sweetheart,” he said, snarling. “Looks like you’re going to be joining your boyfriend at the river.” He turned to his men. “Tie her up. Take her with us. We’ll drown them both.”
Two men lifted her up, but they immediately dropped her back down, hearing the roar of a bear. Eddie was awake, standing on all fours, a massive grizzly. Pulling rope from the back of their busted van, some of the men tried to lasso him down, but his might was too strong. He ripped through the rope and brushed the men away with his paw.
Girey had been watching with amusement, until he saw his men go flying. He pointed his pistol at Eddie. “I was going to take you in alive so I could watch you suffer, but this will have to do.”
“No!” Dakota tried to shout, but her voice was weak, inaudible.
Girey steadied his arm, but he didn’t get a ch
ance to shoot. Another grizzly knocked him over and tore his gun away. It was Colby.
Returning to his human form, Colby stood over Girey. “This ain’t my town, but you better get the hell out. Your days at the rodeo are over. If I ever see you and your men again, the next time I take your gun away, I’ll take your hand with it.”
“You can’t get rid of me that easy, boy,” Girey sputtered. “I always collect on my debts.”
Colby roared in reply, returning to his bear form. Girey quickly got up and jumped into the van, followed by his men. They raced away, as fast as the wreckage of their vehicle would allow, shouting curses from the broken windows.
Ignoring the bastards, Eddie came to her, a bear no more. “You came back?” he asked, taking her into his arms. “Why’d you go and do a stupid thing like that?”
Her head pounded, and there was a ringing in her ears, but she tried not to let it show. If Colby was going to take her into custody, she wanted to go with her dignity.
“I didn’t steal your truck. I brought it back,” she answered, feeling it important to say.
“She needs a hospital,” Colby said, standing behind him.
“No, no hospitals, not if we can help it,” Eddie argued. “I’ll have the rodeo medic check on her. If we take her to the hospital, they’ll know where she is.”
Don’t they already know? she thought, but she didn’t protest when Eddie carried her into the trailer and set her down on a couch. Colby didn’t follow. He left to summon the medic, giving them their space.
“What happens now?” she asked, rubbing a hand across her head. “Is Colby going to arrest me?”
“No,” Eddie said firmly. “He has no jurisdiction here, darling.”
“What about his friends at the station? Are they on their way too?”
“Dakota, no one knows you’re here. We haven’t told anyone. We were never going to. Colby is family. He would never do that to the woman I love.”
“You love me?”
He laughed and sat next to her. “Of course I do. I was an ass earlier. You are noble, Dakota. More noble than I’ve ever been. What you did for your brother was brave. And what you did for me tonight… well, that meant something. Big. You risked your freedom to save me. Colby understands that. He’s seen who you truly are. Now, you’re under his protection as much as you’re under mine.”
“But what am I going to do? If the station here has my picture, nowhere is safe. I might as well turn myself in.”
“Don’t do that,” Eddie pleaded. “I know somewhere you can go. Come with me. We rodeo folk, we’re always on the run. We’re all outlaws. You’ll fit right in. No one will ask any questions.”
She smiled, despite the pain in her head. “You want me to come with you?”
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything before. I’ll keep you safe.”
It would be hard to tell Brianna. She didn’t want to disappoint her friend, but it made sense. She could hide in the rodeo. She could be free and have her happiness.
“Okay,” she said, accepting his offer. “I’ll join you.”
***
The medic was gone, and so was Eddie. He’d left her alone to sleep, giving her his bed. When she’d woken, it was to an empty trailer, but she knew where he’d gone. Under the moonlight, she walked the half hour to the stadium, following Eddie’s footsteps to the stables. She wasn’t afraid to do so, not even with Girey out there, plotting his revenge. Knowing Eddie loved her, she wasn’t scared of anything. She felt truly safe for the first time since leaving home.
“You never did tell me his name,” she said to Eddie when she entered the stables. He stood before his bronco, feeding him oats from a bucket.
“Dakota, you’re supposed to be resting,” he protested, setting the bucket down. “Let me take you back.”
“I don’t want to go back,” she said. “I only want you.”
With all the strength she had, she pushed him into an empty stall, the horse and its owner already gone. Loose straw crackled beneath her feet as she met him there, full of desire and intention. Standing on her tip toes, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, the heat of her anticipation fueling her lips. There was nothing tender about the kiss. Eddie took control, commanding her tongue with his, showing her the full force of his love.
When she was at his mercy, he broke away. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you,” he growled, craving her.
“Then take me,” she permitted. “I’m yours.”
Delighted, he lifted her up so that she straddled him with her legs, and he pinned her against the wall of the stall, running his hand over her toned thigh, now tanned by the sun. He kissed her neck, his lips hot but tender against her pulse, sending shivers down her spine. As he kissed her, his hand traveled up her thigh and beneath her tank top, caressing her bare skin, magnifying the joy already coursing through her body.
“Keep going,” she pleaded, immersed in his kisses. “Feel all of me.”
With his strength, he ripped off her bra and threw it onto the ground, keeping her steady against the wall, and then he cupped her breasts, circling her nipples with the roughness of his palm, awakening her body as his lips continued to slide across her neck. She squeezed her legs around his waist, letting him know just how much pleasure he brought her, aroused further by the foresight that next time she squeezed her legs, his cock would be inside of her.
He knew it too, causing his cock to grow through his jeans and press against the gap where her thigh met her ass. Suddenly impatient, he massaged her breasts harder, pushing against them as he kissed her with the vigor of a bear but the lips of a man. She wrapped her arms around the bulk of his neck, matching the intensity of his kiss, charged by the power of his body, a power she wanted to feel within.
He lost control. Consumed by his desire for her, he dropped her to her feet, and then he spun her around so that she faced the wall. He lifted her tank top over her head, and he pulled down her denim shorts, exposing the lace of her panties. Her core was wet. He could smell it. Bending down to his knees, he inhaled her, the scent of her desire an ambrosia. Moving her panties aside, he tasted the ambrosia, his tongue hard and warm against her core.
Moaning, she arched her back, giving him full access to her as he licked her pink flesh, sliding his tongue into her core, lapping the ambrosia, ripening her, preparing her for the magnitude of his cock. As he drank her in, he gripped the cheeks of her ass, rubbing them like he had her breasts. It opened her up wider to him, gave him more room to taste her.
“I want you,” she panted, her breath hot against the wall. Her body was aflame, ready to burst apart. “Ride me and never let go.”
He stood. “I’ll give you what you want,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ll show you what the love of a cowboy feels like.” He took her hand and put it over his cock. “It feels like this.”
“It feels good,” she praised, gripping the tip of his stiffness, unable to wrap her hand fully around it. “But I’d like it better if it were free.”
“So would I,” he said with yearning, his own wetness seeping through his jeans. “While I set it free, I want you to touch yourself. Show me what you want me to do to you.”
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