Rodeo Rancher: A Bad Boy Romance

by Lauren Wood

  “I know what you mean. I’ve been trying my best to think of a good way to tell you that I didn’t want this to end. I guess you just said it for me.” “This man gives new meaning to taking things to the next level. This isn’t just a normal everyday kind of sex. This was something that went beyond all understanding. I know that he has a lot to teach me and I’m willing to become his avid pupil.”

  They dressed, but they weren’t in a hurry, enjoying looking at each other’s bodies and then finally sighing with this regret that they had to separate, even just for a little while.

  They got back to the wedding in time for the vows, watching, as the happy couple committed themselves to monogamy. She waited, until she was confronted by her best friend and then she told her the sordid details of doing those nasty things with Billy.

  India loved the look on her face, enjoyed digging the knife in just a little bit deeper and then walked away. She was stunned and open mouthed at the very idea that India was able to do something that had her now jealous with a green streak going down her back.

  They did continue to see each other and each time was more interesting than the last. He had used whips on her, making her feel pain and pleasure at the same time. There was a ball gag involved, not to mention public displays of affection that had her going down on him in a theatre and in a park and any place else that he deemed worthy enough to give her a chance to see his body in all its glory.

  They sat there a week later in a hotel room that was on the seedy side of town. The sheets were tossed aside and there was the smell of sex in the air. “Billy, I need to tell you something. I’m pregnant and I’m going to have your child.” She waited for his reaction and when he smiled and put his hand on her belly, she realized that she had nothing to worry about.

  “I have everything that I ever wanted, India and it’s all due to you coming into my life. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful with the baby, but I still think that there is a whole lot more that we can do, even during your pregnancy.” India was looking forward to it and the happiness that she deserved was right in reach and she didn’t even know it. Sex was not monotonous and it was one adventure after the other and she couldn’t be happier.

  THE END

  SEBASTIAN

  Chapter 1

  “I really appreciate you helping out Dr. Burk. I would swear that it’s a full moon. There are never enough beds to go around and sometimes I think that there are a few that get lost in the cracks. Volunteering your services like this tells me that there has to be a military connection in your family. I don’t mean to pry, but I’m usually a pretty good judge of character.” Randy Hope was the administrator for a halfway house for military veterans coming back after something traumatic happened during their mission. Randy had the full support of every military branch. He was of military origin himself, but he came back and found a purpose. He wasn’t going to drown in self pity at the bottom of a bottle.

  “I only want to help. People like you who serve for the right to protect our freedoms deserve our respect. You honor us with your duty to country and to the flag and we are responsible for all of you when you come back damaged. I’ve been meaning to throw myself into a volunteer capacity, but I’ve never had enough time with my own busy practice.” Cali Burk was a bigger girl with the kind of curves that had a lot of men salivating for the chance to see what kind of stamina she had underneath the sheets. Her dirty blond hair was shoulder length with slight curls that gave her an innocent quality. “I wish that I could be truthful with him, but that is not how this works. I’ve been sworn to an oath and made to sign a nondisclosure agreement. I won’t betray the confidence of the man that gave me a task that others have failed at miserably. I’ve read his file and Sebastian comes here every day to sit with those that have lost a limb or are suffering needlessly because of painful reminders of their past.”

  “I do have to ask you why you would consider doing this now. Everybody has their reasons and there’s always that stressor that pushes you into doing something that you’ve never been totally comfortable with. For me, it was losing my family because of nightmares that had me waking at all hours of the night screaming bloody murder. My wife at the time tried to be there for me, but I don’t blame her for wanting to start over with someone that didn’t have that much baggage.” What Randy wasn’t saying was that he wanted to kill his wife many times. It was as if the enemy was seen in her eyes and the last straw was putting his hands around his wife’s throat. It took his two young children to beg him to stop and then he knew it was over.

  Cali could see that Randy was hurting, but doing this had alleviated some of the stress of what he had seen and endured in his time with the navy. She wanted to help on her oath to do no harm and to heal those that could be healed. “I do have one caveat for me to come here on a volunteer basis. I need to pick and choose those that I want to get more in depth with. I think it would be a good idea, as I usually have a good eye for those that are suffering more than others. I’m looking for a challenge and someone is out there waiting for me to take them by the hand and bring them into the light. They’ve lived in darkness long enough and it’s time that they finally find their way back home.” “My mission is clear and Sebastian Nicholas is my assignment of choice. I need to treat this very gently and not bulldoze my way into his life. Not even Randy knows my true purpose for being here. It was stressed to me with vehemence by a man that had so many medals that it was almost blinding to be in his presence.

  “I have a few that say that they don’t need any help, but I know differently. It’s those that you should concentrate your efforts on. They won’t be very forthcoming and those missions that keep them up at night are for eyes only. Only those personnel given that kind of clearance can know what they’ve gone through.” Randy couldn’t help, but to look at this young woman in the prime of her life. She was wearing her heart on your sleeve and that kind of bleeding heart could get her into trouble. He had seen them come and go. Some left on their own accord and others had to be forced to find a different line of work. They couldn’t handle the horror stories and their minds would literally shut down after envisioning some of the things that these soldiers had to see.

  “Those are the ones I’m looking for. I respect every man and woman that comes through that door looking for somebody to help. It shows that they have the strength of character and a willingness to look past their pride. They know that something has been broken, but it’s those that think that they are able to deal with it on their own that are truly this close to losing it all.” Cali watched this dark haired gentleman with caring eyes and a smile that made you feel at ease from the moment that he sat down in front of her.

  Cali had her glasses on. It was a nondescript pair that made her look more matronly or maybe something of a naughty librarian. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, but it gave her that educational feel. That was not what these people needed. They needed someone that was going to be on their level and not treat them like they were numbers on a chart. She needed to personalize her approach and not make it seem like therapy. It had to look more natural. That wasn’t going to be easy.

  Randy rummaged through the files and came up with five distinct names that would fit the criteria of what Dr. Burk was looking for. He glanced over his shoulder to see that she was looking out the window and there was a bead of sweat between her bountiful bosom. It made him lick his lips like a starving dog, but he also knew that he had someone special waiting for him back home. It’s just that he had always had a fantasy of making it with a woman with that kind of obvious endowment. It seemed almost cruel to end up with someone that was a bit less than what he was hoping for. She was the love his life, but she did not hold a candle to those that were busting out all over the place.

  Cali was not blind and she knew what kind of effect that she had on those that were around her. Their careful and subtle glances or leering gaze was a good indication that she had more than the average girl, but this was something that wa
s a sought after commodity by many. “I think that I will take a look at these and see if anything strikes my fancy. To be honest, I would like nobody to know that I’m a therapist. I find that it’s easier to consume their thoughts by becoming one of them. I have made myself a file and what I’m suffering from is a former PTSD. According to those records, I’m an infantry grunt that has troubles following orders. I have fits of rage and I tend to lash out at any authority figure. I’m going to weasel my way into one of these men’s lives. It might not be conventional therapy, but I do not believe in failure.” “I don’t want to be this secretive, but they told me that this was a matter of National Security. Sebastian Nicholas is a sharpshooter for a secret branch of the military. For all intents and purposes, he is known to be a navy sharpshooter, but his true purpose is more clandestine. They showed me a redacted file and I could tell from what I was reading that this man had skills that went beyond the Normal Range of military practices.”

  “That’s highly unusual and I really don’t condone this kind of trickery. I’m not going to tell you how to do your job, Dr. Burk. By all means, take all the time that you need. I’m just going to do my rounds and I have a young man that is working through some issues concerning his family. He lost both of his legs in Afghanistan trying to defuse a mine in the middle of the road. He’s despondent and I know he’s this close to wanting to end it all. Maybe if you had the time, you can see what you can’t do about helping him.” Randy was dressed impeccably, but there was almost something casual about his approach. He was wearing dark black jeans, a white shirt with no tie and a vest that made him look professional, but also someone that you could talk to about your problems. He stood at the door not wanting to leave.

  She made a spectacle of looking through the files, but she knew exactly who she was looking for. Sebastian Nichols was the second from the last in the pile of five. His file was very light, but that was by design by the government. His missions were highly classified and ones that had left a lasting impact on his psyche. They called him in when only the most deadly of all could be the answer to what they were looking for. He could blend into any surroundings and become a sort of chameleon. He would infiltrate not unlike what she was going to do with his life and then burn it down from the inside out.

  Cali took off her glasses replacing them with contacts and slowly taking on the guise of a wounded animal. She shifted nervously in your seat, wringing her hands and darting her eyes from one corner of the room to the other. This was common practice amongst those in the military. They were taught to have eyes in the back of their head. She had purposely gone through a three month program to get into the mindset of this mission. She needed all the information going forward and coming up with mannerisms that would come with the territory of PTSD was not easy by any means.

  Cali did not consider herself to be fat and for the most part she was just a bigger boned girl and she knew how to take care of herself. She had learned hand in hand combat, how to fire weapons and was quite surprised to find out that she had a kind of marksmen status that others needed to work diligently to accomplish. They considered her an idiot savant and it was if the weapon in her hand was an extension of the rest of her body. Her boot camp trainer tried to get her to sign up for advanced courses.

  “I’m not only going to have to immerse myself into every facet of their life, but I’m also going to have to play the part that’s been given to me. I need to get into character. The next time you see me, I don’t think that you’re going to recognize me.” Cali saw that Randy really didn’t believe that, but she was about to make him a believer.

  “I don’t know how you expect to get away with anything with these people. They are practically human lie detectors and they will see any kind of bull shit coming their way. It’s going to be very interesting to see you work.” He couldn’t help looking at her chest. He tried to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes mirrored that of a young boy getting his first peek of a woman’s body. “With any of those five guys, I’m going to assume that you know what you’re doing and are not getting in over your head. If you need me for anything or if you feel that you’re drowning then all you need to do is ask for a lifeline.” He closed the door behind him envisioning her naked splayed out across his desk with legs spread and arms out asking for his type of loving.

  Randy could easily get lost between her legs and never come up for air for hours. He was a consummate lover of women and the one that captured his heart was a diminutive young ad executive. She could easily wrap her small frame around his waist. The sex was phenomenal and the only thing really missing was more up top. It was a compromise that he was willing to make for the sake of his own happiness. He had his idea of an ideal woman in his head, but to find her and everything that went along with her was an impossible task for him and for anybody else that was trying to do the same thing.

  Cali got up and picked up her bag and went through it to start the transformation. The black jeans were slowly pulled down over her ample posterior, until they were at her ankles. She replaced them with a threadbare pair of very faded jeans. The comfortable blouse was replaced with a pullover sweater. She wore no belt and replaced her high heels with that of combat boots. She had a compact and she placed it in front of her, so that she could see what she was doing to her hair. Those women that she had seen coming through the door were either not wearing any makeup at all or wearing very little.

  She could still hear the commander’s voice ringing in her ears. He was quite intimidating with salt and pepper hair and a huge Caterpillar mustache underneath his nose. “Dr. Burk, I don’t know how you’re going to make this work, but this needs to be done before the hearing in less than six months.” Cali felt a little inexperienced and requested to be taken underneath the wing of a hard ass trainer. She was sent to boot camp and at first she floundered, but then she slowly got the meaning of discipline. It was a difficult transition and being a woman didn’t make it any easier.

  Chapter 2

  Following orders to the letter and not deviating from them was what made a good soldier. Cali took about 20 minutes to get ready and to familiarize herself once again with the file of one Sebastian Nichols. According to all accounts, he was a hard nut and felt like he was untouchable. Those higher up were worried that he was going to crack and what he had in his head could seriously bring trouble. The missions that he had completed were not for the faint of heart.

  Cali stepped out of the office mumbling something underneath her breath and rubbing their hands like she couldn’t get rid of the blood staining not only her soul, but metaphorically her skin. “I don’t need this. They can’t help me. They can’t even help themselves.” She sat down in the common room her hair covering her eyes and every so often looking up expecting to see a shadow about to attack her.

  Sebastian was watching the weather network. He had his hand poised on the remote and sitting beside him was a young man with brain damage. He was talking in slurs, but at least his words were clear and concise.

  “I know that technically I wasn’t a part of your platoon, Sebastian. I do have to say that I’m very grateful that you were able to pull yourself away from whatever you were doing to come see me. I know that you’re a busy man and that people have high demands on you to get things done. I didn’t know enough to know what you actually did, but I was there during the aftermath. You have always been a one man wrecking crew and I only wish that I was half the man that you are.” This man was shaved bald with an ugly black T shirt with stains of food making a very distinct pattern in the material.

  “Michael, you know that you’ve always been important to me. My brother died doing something he loved and I adopted you from the moment you came into camp. The medication has been helping you and I’ve seen a real improvement. Every time I come here, there’s always this new bit of light in your eyes.” Sebastian was only telling him what he needed to hear. He had already heard from his doctors that the damage was quite extensive and each day was going to b
e a struggle for him to do things on his own. “You know that I will always come and see you. It’s the least that I can do for a man that served his country with distinction. You’ll always have a soft spot in my heart, Michael.” He remembered the day that a ricochet had penetrated Michael’s cranium.

  “I’m really feeling…tired. Would you mind that we cut this short?” What Michael didn’t realize was that his days were numbered. He was slipping away slowly and it wouldn’t be more than a few days before he finally let the enemy of any soldier come for him. Death was that constant reminder knocking on your door waiting for you to answer the cold clammy hand that rapped on it incessantly.

  Sebastian got up and put his hands on the wheelchair arms. He pushed him past a new member of this halfway house. She looked like she was dealing with something weighing down heavily on her shoulders. There was something strangely erotic about her size. It always called upon the sword in his pants. Sex was something that he needed on an otherwise daily basis. It was a good way to lose himself in the arms of some woman that was only there to please him. He found that most couldn’t see past the dead shot of his eyes. He didn’t understand why somebody would call him that, but his commanding officer was very good at coming up with names that suited those under his command. Dead shot was something that stuck with him after a particularly grueling session in the Philippines.

  He was specifically sent in to take care of a warlord and take him out from a long range distance. One clean shot between the eyes with an actual hurricane bearing down on them was what had made his commanding officer stand up and take notice.