Rodeo Rancher: A Bad Boy Romance

by Lauren Wood

  This petrified one that didn’t seem to have the experience underneath his belt for battle such as this. He fell gurgling on his own blood and waiting for the death shroud to cover him once and for all. He would drown in his own fluids, painfully and quite aware that his life was coming to an end.

  The blood loss was causing Ian to lose focus and to fall back a step. He stumbled and looked like he was going to faint. By sheer will alone, he forced himself to stand, even though it was by swaying on his 2 feet. He lifted the arm without the sword and motioned with four fingers for the other two to come and receive the same treatment.

  He felt like he was on the precipice of a victorious comeback, but then something happened. He heard the rumbling and looked in time to see that an avalanche of rocks was converging on the battle that was ensuing.

  “We need to finish this right now and right here.” Those words echoed in his ears, as Finn had decided that not even an avalanche was going to keep them from doing what needed to be done. A rock slammed into his shoulder and he was knocked off balance. His broadsword struck into the shoulder of Ian. It was meant to go into his heart with one long stroke, but his aim was a little skewed by the rock hitting his shoulder. Had it not been for that, Ian would have been laid to rest to join his ancestors in the afterlife.

  Finn watched, as a huge boulder landed on his friend and comrade in arms. It crushed him beyond recognition.

  Chapter 3

  Finn could only hope that his death was painless. He came forward with a buildup of adrenaline that made him a force to be reckoned with. He had Ian at a disadvantage. Ian had dropped his sword and was now kneeling at his mercy.

  Caitlin had caused the avalanche, but the outcome was not exactly what she had hoped it was going to be. Her main purpose of causing the avalanche was to bring this fight to an end. Unfortunately, she did not take into consideration that Finn was a man that did not recognize defeat. Both Finn and Ian came from the same kind of warrior breeding.

  She moved down the hillside, conscious of the fact that her feet were a little unsteady after the avalanche. The dust that had settled around the area had obscured her vision from what was happening between the two fighters. She should’ve known that their highlander code would not allow them to run away to fight for another day.

  She heard the anguished scream, as she shielded her eyes and tried to make out who was coming out on top. “I don’t want either man to die, but I have this need of seeing Ian at his best. I shouldn’t feel this way. I’ve only met the man in passing during times of peace amongst my people. I’d never tried to hide the fact that I was interested in him, but he gravitated to those that were more comely and available.” Caitlin slipped a couple of times, but she was able to hold her own. The worst of her wounds was a deep gash in her hand. She had to stop momentarily to attend to the wound. She found exactly what she needed in nature itself. She applied what most would consider a poultice.

  “This is not over…you will pay for this… AHHHHH.” The voice was that of Finn, as he looked up at the man that had finally gotten the better of him. He thought that he had him, his sword driven through to the bone in Ian’s shoulder. That feeling of victory superseded everything, so he did not notice the small knife that Ian had pulled and stabbed forth into his chest. It did not kill him, but he did know what it was like to be on the receiving end of defeat. It was not a pleasant taste in his mouth.

  “You’ve gotten complacent. I should kill you, but I’m not going to do that. You deserve to fight against me again. I know that it is foolish and if the reversal of fortune was in your favor, you would not hesitate to bring me down to my knees.” Ian was standing, but the blood loss was making him woozy. He watched Finn’s eyes flutter closed and instinctively knew that he was no longer alone. He spun around with that same knife showing the signs of being plunged into Finn along the blade.

  The sun streaming from behind the figure made it appear that he was walking towards an angel. “It’s not your time.” the words made him smile, but if it wasn’t his time, then why per chance was an angel here to greet him. She had flaxen hair that had fallen from her scarf and the kind of body that he would want to explore with his tongue from the top to the bottom. He licked his lips with anticipation, even though his death was very much near. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He saw the angular shape of her face, but did not recognize the woman in front of him.

  “I am ready to join my ancestors. Take me to them and let me rest finally.” He was practically begging for the relief of death. The pain was undeniable and those wounds that he had been inflicted with were seeping through his clothing. He walked shakily, holding the sword against the ground, as a form of a crutch to keep himself from collapsing altogether. “You are here to guide me to the afterlife. Take my hand and let vanquish the pain that I’m in.” He lost his balance, fell to his knees and then stood up defiantly. His breath was short and raspy. He felt the blackness envelope him. He knew that this was the end. He also knew that his soon to be love, Kathleen was going to be disappointed.

  Caitlin tried to break his fall, but instead fell with him with his dead weight lying on top of her. She struggled to get out from underneath him, but it was an effort, just to breathe. “He is very heavy, but if I don’t get out from underneath them, then I will perish from lack of oxygen. I can feel that he is a man that knows the meaning of a healthy living. His muscles are impressive. I can feel that the one between his legs is not exactly asleep. Even unconscious, his male anatomy has taken an interest in me. I should be appalled, but I’m more flattered than anything.” “You have to get off of me. I can help you, but you need to help yourself.” He groaned and then turned slightly, giving her a moment of reprieve.

  Using her hands, she pushed him away, but it was not an easy feat by any means. She got up and looked around. Dragging his dead weight by the arms, she brought him over to the horse and was able to heave him over the side of it. She stopped, put her hands on her knees and tried to get her breathing back to normal.

  “I have no idea what I’m going to do with you. I can’t take you back to my clan. I can’t take you back to yours, because it’s too far away. I do know of a place, but it’s miles races away from the real world. I’m hesitant to take him there, but he is in really no shape to know where he’s going.” Caitlin jumped on the horse, looking at the prone form of Ian and not being able to help herself by looking underneath the kilt. She lifted it with hesitation and gasped our loud at the rock hard formation of his half moons. She touched them and there was no give. She saucily envisioned what it would be like to be underneath him in the throes of passion.

  “I will vanquish all enemies. I will kill with no mercy and my name will be on everyone’s lips.” He was delirious with an infection raging through his body. That was the warrior mantra that he had lived by all of his life. It came spilling from his lips. He still had his eyes closed, but he was vaguely aware that they were moving. “I will never give up and I will never surrender. You may as well kill me right now. If you don’t, then I will find a way to kill you.” He had no idea who he was talking to, only that he was alive and that would have to be enough.

  Caitlin listened to his outburst, knowing full well that he probably didn’t have any idea of what he was saying. “Ian Mackenzie, you are in good hands. I promise that I will not let anything happen to you. You can rest knowing that somebody is taking care of you for a change.” While they were riding to her own personal oasis, she took a moment to attend to his medical needs. She still held some of those herbs and roots. She used them accordingly, to make him more comfortable and not moaning in agony.

  “Ian Mackenzie is the one man that nobody has been able to tie down with a commitment. For him to volunteer to join in a union with a rival clan chief’s daughter can only mean that it was meant to rally the forces. I’m hoping that I’m not doing my own people a disservice by keeping him alive. His intention is to fight and to bring the full armament of the highland warriors t
o bear. It remains to be seen if his target is my people or that of another clan. I guess I’m going to have to take that one step at a time. Even sleeping, he looks like a giant amongst men.”

  There was no way that she could find every one of his wounds. The motion of the horse made it almost impossible to keep him from bleeding out. She found the path and she jumped down to break through the foliage that had grown over the entrance. Nobody knew that it was there. She only found out from her grandfather. His final Decree on his deathbed was to share the secret with his granddaughter Caitlin. She did not believe that the hot springs held any magical benefits, but it was a calming influence.

  Going back to Ian, she lifted his head by his hair. He was completely out of it, his eyes glazed over and barely conscious after a battle that would’ve see most men dead at the end of it. She looked at his eyes and there was the spirit of a warrior lurking behind them. He may have not been in any shape to fight back at the moment, but that was not going to last.

  Jumping on the horse, she easily navigated the wild stallion into the path. It took almost an hour to get there. The raging water of those falls made her breathe a sigh of relief. She took it all in. It was one of those places that had been untouched by civilization. It was pure and there something strangely exciting about stepping onto territory that not many had found their way to. She looked towards Ian and she had no idea how she was going to get him down from the horse without hurting him.

  Fighting her natural instincts, as a woman, she finally was able to get him back onto the hard packed ground by the springs. The steam rising to the surface was a product of Mother Nature at its best. She cupped her hand into the water and then brought it over to his mouth that was slightly parted and showing signs of thirst

  Chapter 4

  Caitlin felt this momentary rush of endorphins, as she slowly untied the kilt from around his shoulder. Peeling it back, she could see that most of the wounds were superficial. The one that was most concerning was the one to his shoulder. The blade had torn through the cartilage, scraping against the bone and coming out on the other side. She used the herbs and the poultice to press up against the blood loss. It slowed to a trickle and then came to an abrupt stop.

  “I know that I shouldn’t, but my curiosity is killing me. It’s not right, but I don’t think that he’s in any shape to argue. I have this craving to see what this warrior is really made of. There have been stories and I had assumed that they were exaggerated for the purpose of making him larger than life.” Caitlin took a deep breath, before taking both hands and grabbing the bottom of his kilt. She pulled it up slowly, lifting his legs to allow her better access. She watched his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t going to catch her in the act.

  His breathing was labored, but at least he was still breathing at all. The one thing that she did know was that leaving Finn alive was a mistake. He was tenacious and if given the chance, he would never allow Ian to take one more breath of fresh air. It was very possible that he was tracking them down. “I know that this is in bad taste. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, but it’s the only thing that I can think about. You’re never going to know anyway. I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t do this.” She was only trying to talk herself into it, but it wasn’t going to take very much.

  “I love you.” The words caught her by surprise and she stared mesmerized at the man that had just said those three words. “I can never be without you. Even in death, you still find me and make me feel whole again.” She was a little disappointed and the words that he had spoken were for another. He had obviously lost her and was still holding a flame inside his heart.

  “I love you too, Ian. With all of my heart, you will never be too far away from me in life and in death.” She had no idea why she was playing the part of a deceased lover. It felt nice to be connected by not only the words but the emotions that were lying dormant and ready to be awakened. “I can’t possibly do this without his permission. I don’t think that anything is going to stop me. I just need to see it for myself and then I can walk away.”

  Holding her breath, she lifted and stared at the giant piece of hardware that was sticking to his thigh. She wasn’t sure, but it appeared that battle had excited him. The blood lust to see who was going to win had caused him to feel like a sexual conquest was on the horizon. Daring herself to touch it, she finally felt the healthy appendage. It was hot to the touch and easily the most magnificent cock that she had seen. She didn’t have much to compare it to, but those times that she had caught those men washing down by the stream were very telling.

  Instinctively grabbing it, she began to play with the soft tender flesh. Her attention instantly made it quite aware that she was there. Her fingers lifted his spirits and his cock in that order. Where her fingers had been able to reach all the way around, were now unable to do that with the strength and girth of the weapon in question.

  “I feel so bad that I’m taking advantage of him. I need something to happen to pull me away from this course of action.” Her lips descended, until they were, so close to that pillar of strength that she had no choice, but to extend her tongue. The first taste of his salty flesh was a tease. She needed more than that and be damned the possibility of him waking up in the act. This was the first time that she had manhandled anything like this. There was no way that she could pass up the opportunity to explore a little further.

  Her sexuality was demanding that she give into the carnal craving of touching the man of her dreams. She didn’t want to admit that she liked him. From the moment that she had met him in passing that one time, she knew that it was more than enough to keep her fantasies alive. She measured those men that came with their advances by his character. None of them were able to break down her defenses.

  “You’ve always been able to make me feel so good. Don’t stop now… I need it, so badly.” Touching him and giving in to her need to taste him had only made it possible to go further than that. “I want you to suck my cock you little wench.” Her mouth was open in shock over the crown and then his hands grabbed onto her hair. He thrust the first few inches by her lips. This was the first time that she had tasted a cock and she found that it was not, as disgusting as she thought it might be. “Open up that little throat of yours. You know the way that I like it.” She struggled to remain in control, but his forceful overtures and the way that his hands gripped her tightly was making it impossible to fight back.

  Resigning herself to her fate, she gave in and was choking on that man sized weapon of destruction. Gagging, she slapped at his legs, but that only seemed to fuel him into lifting his hips and fucking her throat. She couldn’t breathe around him, until she realized that she could breathe through her nose quite easily. At first, she was frantic, but then the feeling of being used had only made her want to succumb to his manly charms.

  “I know that I’ve told Kelvin in the past that I was not a virgin. I didn’t want him to know the truth. If he did, he probably would have been able to convince me to try it out to see if I liked it. I needed to make him believe that I was experienced. What I feel is this long vein in the back throbbing. I don’t know why, but I believe that is a sign for more to come.” Instead of fighting, she indulged in the sweetness that was now sliding across her tongue. Despite her misgivings, she gave in to her curiosity. She sucked and used her hand wrapped around the base to give him added incentive.

  “There’s really no one better than you. I see that somebody has been learning new ways of pleasing me. I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now.” Ian thought that he was with a past love, but he also knew deep down that that love had perished a long time ago. With clarity, he finally opened his eyes and looked down at the flaxen haired beauty that was giving him an oral exploration like he had never had before. “What the fuck do you think that you’re doing? Yes…keep that up and I won’t be able to control what happens next.” He really did think that was going to bring this to an abrupt stop, but it only seemed to make her want to co
mplete this transaction.

  She twisted her hand up along the length of the 9 inch column. The strength between his legs was evident by the way that it was constantly pulsing with a life of its own. She felt him shift and then his ass flexed with the knob making entry into her throat. She swallowed and that was the catalyst to the feeling of his balls being unleashed on an unsuspecting victim like herself.

  “I’m not ready for this, but it looks like I’m going to have to be. My god, I’m going to drown in this stuff, but I’ll do it with a smile on my face.” Her need for sexual release was making her drip down the inside of her own thighs. Her little hole was begging for attention and she was damn well going to give it what it wanted. She swallowed three times in succession, letting it fill up her mouth, as he twisted and turned on the ground.

  She tried to steady him with her hands on his chest to prevent him from bleeding all over again. He may have been weak, but his libido was charged and over stimulated.

  Ian knew what was happening and his body was reacting to the pleasure of the sweet mouth that was taking everything that he had to offer. He thought that it was never going to stop, but then finally his cock felt the cool air wafting around his wet glands. Slumping backed down onto the ground, he lifted himself on his elbows to see this woman smiling and licking her lips like that of an animal after finishing with a prey.

  “I don’t even know who you are, but I thank you for what you did. I need to leave.” He tried to get up, but in his weakened state, it was pretty easy to see that he was not going anywhere for the time being. “I need to get to Kathleen. She’s waiting for me to make this union complete. It is the natural order of things and I can’t fight what is supposed to be.” He thought that he had accepted his role, but feeling what it was like to be in the comforting presence of a woman like this was changing his mind.