Cockpit

by Joanna Blake

  "Where are you running to... Bellie?"

  He was grinning at me like the cat that ate the canary. I had the sudden urge to smack the smug look off his handsome face. His eyes slid over my body, even more blatantly than before. I grabbed a light cardigan, angrily pulling it over my arms. I buttoned the center of it.

  "Don't call me that!"

  He just shook his head, leaning against my doorframe.

  "Why not? You know I can still see those perfect tits of your, Bellie. Your nipples are practically poking a hole through that sweater."

  I gasped.

  "My father will hear you!"

  He grinned.

  "No. He won't."

  He stepped into my room and I stepped backwards until my back was against the wall. He loomed over me, saying nothing.

  Then he ran his hands over my shoulders, deliberately brushing my breasts with his forearms.

  "Did I do that to you, Miss Priss?"

  I opened my mouth but no words came out. He was making me confused dammit! And he had done this to me... without even touching me, I was aroused like never before.

  Well, like only once before anyway.

  "Meet me tomorrow after practice at my dorm. Unless you want me to tell him what you've been up to."

  I glared at him.

  "Blackmail? Really?"

  He nodded slowly.

  "I will stoop to anything to get what I want, Bellie. What we both want."

  I inhaled sharply as he leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear. I closed my eyes, feeling my heart thud in my chest. My whole body felt alive. I could feel the heat rolling off him. The strength. I could smell that clean manly scent... images of our night together flooded my mind against my will. I whimpered, ready to fall into his arms. All he had to do was kiss me.

  But he didn't. He just breathed four soft words against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. At that moment, even my goosebumps had goosebumps.

  "And I want you."

  When I opened my eyes, he was gone.

  Bound To Me

  The Delancey Brothers Trilogy

  Joanna Blake

  I pushed Black Jack to his limits, riding the stallion over the entire course. I did this nearly every morning now before his afternoon training session. Ever since the wild young horse had arrived.

  It kept him from injuring himself or the trainers.

  I was the only one the damned horse would listen to.

  I rode into the paddock and dismounted, tossing the reins to McDermott, the head stable master.

  "Your appointment is waiting for you Daniel."

  He winked at me.

  "What appointment?"

  "She was supposed to be here last week, remember?"

  I cursed. A rich city girl was here to breed her horse with one of ours. She'd been carefully instructed that the sooner in the mare's season she came, the better the chances that the mare would quicken.

  But the prearranged date had come and gone without a word.

  I'd had the staff call. I'd emailed. And then I'd written it off.

  I was inclined to ignore the matter entirely. Just to teach the lady a lesson in manners. Leave the horse unbred.

  But I couldn't.

  Jackson had personally tasked me with this client.

  Damnit.

  "Personally, I'd say she was worth the wait."

  I glanced at McDermott sardonically.

  "The mare or the woman?"

  He chuckled.

  "Both!"

  I smiled at his joke and patted Black Jack's flank.

  "Cool him down and clean him off. It's time for him to meet his first girlfriend."

  "What about you?"

  He gestured to my riding clothes. I'd been out for hours, sweating in the Texas sun. I looked down at myself.

  I pulled out a handkerchief and wiped my face.

  "That's as good as the lady is going to get. Where is she?"

  "Where else? The stables."

  I nodded. Where else, indeed.

  Horse people were all the same. Even if they were God awful in human company. But each and every one loved the majestic animals with an intense fervor unmatched by other hobbyists.

  I strode into the massive stable building, eager to get this over with. The stables were L-shaped. She wasn't in the first corridor so I turned the corner.

  And stopped in my tracks.

  Leaning against one of the stable doors was a tall, slender, very, very curvy woman. Her long blond hair was artfully arranged in luxurious waves. Her outrageously perfect bottom was encased in snug fitting riding pants. Her profile was one of classic beauty, with thickly lashed eyes, high cheekbones, a delicate nose and pouty lips.

  Did I mention the curves?

  Her entire bearing screamed old money, privilege and pride.

  And stupidity.

  She was leaning against Thunderstorm's stall. The one horse who'd been known to injure anyone who rode him. Or got close to his stall. The most dangerous horse in a hundred miles.

  "Back away very slowly."

  Her head turned and she stared at me. Her eyes were wide as she took me in. For a moment she looked pleasantly surprised. And then disdain clouded her features. She looked me up and down, obviously confusing me for a stable hand.

  I'd been wrong.

  The woman wasn't just a beauty.

  She was the beauty.

  The most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on.

  I had one question answered.

  Her eyes were blue.

  And I knew one other thing for certain too.

  She was about to become a major pain in my ass.