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  “RJ...” Her words were soft, caught in the sensual touch he was visiting on her.

  “God, you are amazing, Lucy. You have the most amazing pussy.” He dipped two fingers into her as his lips found her clit and sucked the pearl into his mouth. He caressed her thigh with his other hand, tracing the seam between her sex and her leg, marveling at the soft skin.

  “Holy God, RJ.” Lucy gasped. She stuttered his name a few times and arched back on the bed. “Oh, oh. Yes... don’t stop, please. Don’t—”

  With a sharp breath, Lucy came, her pussy sucking greedily at his fingers and her whole body fluttering in pleasure. Her hands flew to her breasts, grasping and pulling and crushing them in the throes of orgasm.

  RJ rested his chin on her mons, tasting her nectar on his lips. Withdrawing his fingers from deep inside, he sucked them clean while Lucy watched him.

  “Damn. I had no idea that could be hot,” she whispered.

  “Oh, princess, I’m just getting warmed up.” RJ kissed his way back up her body, nipping at her breasts, licking, and sucking his way to the crook of her neck.

  “...oh...” It came out as a whimper, and her eyes couldn’t stay open to watch him. Her little noises made his cock throb.

  “Lucy, I can’t wait any longer. I have to be in you...”

  “Yes, yes, yes.” Lucy’s words were whispered and breathless. “Please, get inside me, RJ.”

  Moving this precious woman on the bed to the right position to watch her raven dark hair fan on the pillow like his fantasy, RJ shucked his jeans.

  “Oh, that’s nice.” Lucy smirked.

  “Just nice?”

  She ‘hmm’ed teasingly at him. “You’ll have to prove it’s more.”

  Crawling up onto the bed, hovering over her, he laughed. “Princess, I’m going to have you screaming my prowess when I’m done with you.” He wrapped his arm under her knee and lifted her leg, opening her to him even more.

  Grabbing his erection, he teased her sex with his head, sliding up and down, up and down. He watched as her breasts heaved with each hard-earned breath, panting with desire, with the remains of her last climax. He was done waiting when she slid her hands up her sides and palmed her own breasts.

  “Oh, princess. You’d better be ready for me.”

  “Stop talking and just fuck me, Texas.”

  He pushed inside her, slow, reveling in each distance further in her he moved. Her wet, ready pussy welcomed him in, and to his delight—and hers—he nudged against her deepest wall as her lips touched his root.

  Perfect. Fucking. Fit.

  Slow, rhythmically, RJ started to move in her. It took everything he had to keep from coming at that very moment, feeling her walls caress him. “You were made for my cock, Lucy. Your pussy is so slick, so welcoming.”

  “Make me feel you...”

  “Oh, princess...” Dropping his head to her breast, he moved his dick faster inside her, further, harder. He suckled and nibbled. Her hands wrapped around his back and her nails raked down his back when RJ slammed into her. He hissed, raising his head. Lucy was lost in his possession of her, not realizing she had marked him.

  RJ had wanted this woman from the first bad comment he’d made to her about his dick. He’d never met anyone like her, anyone who could frustrate him at the very same time she excited him. She was strong, and yet so willing to surrender.

  Watching her face, he could see her brow tightening, her lips quivering. She was going to come again, and he wanted it to be his name she screamed. He pulled her other leg up, resting one leg on each of his shoulders and dropped his hand to her clit, catching some of her feminine slickness on his fingers, and pressed against the excited nerves.

  “I’m coming, RJ, oh shit, RJ, I’m coming.” She arched her back against his fingers and tried to make him move faster. “Make me come, please, please.”

  Her begging was so sweet to his ears, and he slammed himself into her, deep and hard. Her swaying breasts and look of lust on her face was amazing. “Come, Lucy. Come.”

  “Yes, yes...” She grabbed her breasts one more time and pinched the hard pearls. RJ pressed on her clit and slammed deep. “Oh, God! RJ! Yes!”

  She arched, pushing off the bed. Her pussy rippled around him and his balls drew up. He thrust hard just one more time, and he exploded at her apex, bathing her inner walls with his cum. Lucy squealed, and her pussy redoubled its efforts to milk every drop from his cock.

  Letting her legs fall to either side, RJ dropped to his elbows, holding himself above her.

  Opening her eyes, he could see the satisfied lust in her dark eyes as they sparkled in the dim light of the room. “So, about that nice rating.”

  Lucy pushed off the bed and slammed her mouth to his, probing and seeking permission to enter. He opened and the kiss was full of satisfied desire, tongues petting, twisting, and sharing. Tasting.

  “No one,” Lucy whispered, “has ever made me feel like that. No one has ever made me come like that.”

  “So...” RJ raised an eyebrow. “An above average rating?”

  Lucy laughed. “I think we’ll call that an exceeds expectations.”

  * * *

  Sitting on the porch, Lucy sipped her tea. She had left RJ asleep in the bed for now. They’d made love a half dozen times more, and he had an unbelievable turnaround time—sometimes not even growing soft at all.

  She smiled. He’d keep her busy for sure, and she wouldn’t complain one bit.

  But she’d woken past three in the morning and couldn’t quite get back to sleep. Instead of tossing and turning, Lucy headed down to the kitchen and made a quick cup of tea. She noticed the moon in the west through the living room window and headed outside. It was a gorgeous mild night, and she sat on the wicker chair to stare at the stars a bit.

  She wasn’t there but five minutes when a car skidded to a halt outside the front fence. For just a moment, she thought the driver was going to take out the pickets, but he stopped just in time. The passenger door flew open and Addie jumped out.

  Putting the tea down, Lucy was ready to go out and help her—but it appeared that she didn’t need help.

  “You are a complete asshole. Complete. You don’t even know how much of an asshole you really are!”

  “You annoy the shit outta my friends, child. You need to learn some manners.”

  “Manners? You nearly killed me because you can’t even put your flesh and blood over beer for just one night. I’m done, Daddy. That’s it. No more. RJ and Mom have been right all along. You’re a waste of space and a waste of oxygen. Stay away from me from now on.”

  She slammed the door and stuck her middle finger up. The car skidded out and kicked up dirt and rocks as it tore down the road. Addie was pissed and marched up the stairs, not even seeing Lucy on the front porch. She was shocked the girl didn’t rip the door off the hinges.

  “She says that every time.” Ellen emerged from the side of the house as Lucy nearly jumped out of her skin and grabbed at her chest a moment later. She smirked. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “How long were you there?” Lucy asked.

  “Three hours.” The answer was casual. “I always wait for her when she visits that bastard who fathered her. Make sure she gets home. I just wonder what it’s going to take to make her realize she’s not wanted. He has never wanted her because she can’t get him what he wants.”

  “What does he want?”

  “Half of Double Down.”

  “What would even make him think that he’s entitled?”

  “He knocked me up. That’s his reasoning. Crappy reasoning. This farm is only mine because I had RJ with James Miller. This is RJ’s inheritance. He’s been kind enough to want his sister to help him, and it’s made me glad Addison happened.” Ellen smiled and patted her shoulder. “She’s home now, and I can sleep. Enjoy your tea. And, Lucy?”

  Lucy looked up at the older woman. “Yes?”

  “Try not to scream so loudly when RJ spanks y
ou.”

  Chapter Seven

  RJ RAN HIS THUMB OVER LUCY’S KNUCKLES as they waited for the vet to check the mother and foal. He adored touching her hand and loved the feel of her skin under his thumb.

  Tennessee was right. He was smitten.

  And it was the best fucking feeling in the world.

  “Well, if these two were the closest to the fire, they’ve done well.” The vet pulled out his otoscope and approached the mother’s ears.

  “No, wait,” RJ said, leaping toward the doctor.

  The horse was faster and nailed the doc in his side with her head, and he went tumbling back into the wall. Addie ran over to the vet with her brother as Lucy ran over to the now agitated horse.

  “Damn, Doc, are you okay?” Addie asked.

  She and RJ helped him to his feet.

  “Oof, ouch. Forgot that was a wild horse.” He rubbed his arm where the bone of her head had slammed into him. “I know better than that...” Stopping his speech mid-thought, he stared at where Lucy was petting the mare’s head. “I’ll be damned. Horse whisperer?”

  Lucy glanced over at him and blushed. “Um, a little.”

  His sister’s eyes bugged wide and stared at Lucy. “You’re a horse whisperer?”

  “Explains why you had so little trouble climbing that mare out of the gulch, and why she’ll settle for you,” RJ said.

  Ellen smiled. “Explains a lot, I expect. Like how she got Birch to ride bareback for her and take English tack. Also why the horses listened to her as she was herding them last night.” Walking into the barn, Ellen smiled and walked to the mare Lucy was calming. “It’s why you ran to the horse just now and not to the doctor to make sure he was okay.”

  Pursing her lips, Lucy petted the horse’s nose. “She was going to start bucking. She doesn’t mind being here, but she does mind too much handling.”

  RJ turned and looked at her. “You’re really a horse whisperer?”

  “I’ve been known to conversate with an equine or two.” Lucy’s voice was low.

  RJ had the feeling she didn’t really want to let this news out. He turned his attention to the doctor. “Can you get a read on her ears if Lucy calms her? Let us know if they’re still okay.”

  Rubbing his side where the horse had smacked him, the vet nodded and picked up the otoscope, approaching the horse in full visibility. Lucy patted her nose, and the vet was able to peer into her ears without the full body slam from the semi-wild horse.

  “Just some redness. It should be better in about a week.” The doc smiled and put the instrument away. “Thank you, Lucy. I’d get the horse some carrots as a reward. I would consider keeping her here. She has a limp, which leads me to believe she has a healed injury.” He placed the scope back in the bag. “Here’s my bigger concern. What the hell was that gas tanker doing on the back road by your south pasture? There is no reasonable trucker who would go that way. It leads across the county and is a shortcut to nothing.”

  Ellen pursed her lips. “I was waiting for the sheriff to get back to us with the police report before I started thinking that way.”

  “You know there have been rasslers out, jacking people’s herds, right? Just north, Great Gulch and Framingham Junction both lost about a hundred head each.”

  Angling his head, RJ looked at the doctor. “I was at Great Gulch a two weeks ago. They didn’t say anything about stolen horses.”

  “Would you?”

  “Damn straight I would. If it meant warning people that this was happening.” RJ folded his arms. “Look, Doc. Thanks for coming out. As long as this isn’t permanent, we’ll keep them penned up for a while near the house and release to the south pasture when we have the fence fixed.”

  Ellen stuck her hand out. “Thank you, Doc.”

  “Welcome, anytime Sorry I couldn’t get out here earlier this week, but when the office told me you’d had a vet look at them, I figured you wouldn’t mind a few days wait.” He popped the hat back on his head and wandered out to his truck.

  Ellen sighed. “Well, I guess we have ourselves two new Mustangs. Addie, want to show Fatima how we set up mother foal stalls?”

  Addie nodded. “You got it.” She motioned Fatima to follow her.

  Ellen raised an eyebrow at Lucy. “Can you train her? I know you’re not going to be here long, but if you can start training her, that would be such a help. She trusts you.”

  Lucy pursed her lips this time. “You don’t want me training her. Animals listen to me that wouldn’t normally listen to anyone. And I don’t want to screw her up for a rider.”

  “I can work with you,” RJ said. “We can train her together. So she knows she’s okay, and she’ll listen to me since you trust me.”

  Lucy tipped her head, then nodded. “Okay. As long as I’m not the only one training.”

  Ellen clapped her on the back. “It’s a gorgeous cool day. Why don’t you see if you can get her to take you out to the pond and back? RJ can follow with Birch or Argonaut.” She smiled. “Take your phone this time. And try not to get in the middle of a rescue.”

  RJ hid his smirk behind his hand as Lucy turned bright red. Ellen walked out of the barn laughing and headed for the main house.

  RJ stalked over to Lucy and grabbed her around the waist, leaning into her ear. “Horse whisperer?”

  “Kind of.” She turned and caught his lips for a kiss. “Sort of.”

  “So, you’re a prize dressage rider, you go bareback, you’re an heiress, a princess, a horse whisperer and you fuck like there’s no tomorrow.” He nibbled on her ear. “How do I keep you around?”

  “Keep licking my ear like that and you won’t have to worry.” Titling her head to the side, Lucy’s voice had a tremble in it.

  “Is that all it takes? A little nibble on the ear?”

  “Mmph. Okay, RJ. Let’s see if we can find a saddle for this mama horse and take her for a ride.”

  “But...”

  “RJ.”

  There was a rebuke in her tone, but not a harsh one. “I’ll get a measuring tape and we can find one for her.”

  “Thank you.”

  He knew exactly where the tape was, but used the excuse to run up to the house and throw a lunch together for them, packing his saddlebags with sandwiches and wine, and a red check gingham blanket. He was back in less than ten minutes with the saddle bags and the tape.

  Lucy had managed to get the bridle and bit on the horse and was walking her up and down the barn stalls, the little foal following them excitedly. RJ laughed as the foal tried to nurse while his mother was being led around on her reins.

  “Did you name them yet?”

  Looking back at him as she put the horse through paces, she laughed. “Not yet. Has anyone peered between the foal legs, see what we got?”

  “Didn’t even think of that.” RJ trotted up next to the little horse and laid a hand on its flank to slow down. He lifted the tail and smiled. “Boy.”

  “Well, now we need a girl’s and a boy’s name.”

  “That girl you’re leading around has a name.”

  Lucy pulled the horse to a stop. “I thought the wild ones didn’t get names.”

  “I just named her.”

  She cocked a hip at him. “Oh?”

  “Princess.”

  “Oh.” Lucy blushed and grinned. “Really?”

  “Yup. You name the foal.”

  “Texas.”

  Handing her the measuring tape, RJ stepped in close. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”

  “Mm. Well, yes. That’s the way it’s going to be.”

  He leaned in and stole a kiss from her, then walked away. It was a perfect tease. “Gimme a girth on the girl. I’ll get the proper saddle.”

  It took a moment, but Lucy finally called out a number, and he went to the saddle rack and grabbed the appropriate size, hauling it over to where Lucy was waiting with the horse and foal. He handed her a saddle blanket and waited until she had it on Princess’s back. RJ heaved the saddl
e up and over and settled it on.

  “English?” Lucy grabbed the buckles and pulled them around.

  “Well, we’ll see how she does with it since you’re good with the English. If she’s too rough, we can put a western on her and see how that goes. I mean, you rode her bareback, so I’m guessing she’s willing to listen and try.”

  Lucy stepped away, taking her hands off the horse after tightening the buckles comfortably. Princess tossed her mane a few times, and RJ could see the horse was becoming agitated. Without warning, she started to crow hop.

  “Oh, no, no, girl.” With a quickly replaced hand on her flank, Lucy calmed the horse. “Relax. It’s okay.”

  The horse’s quick steps settled and she turned to look at Lucy, nuzzling her shoulder. “Attagirl. Good. Calm. We’re not here to hurt you.” Glancing up at RJ, she shrugged. “I’d better ride her this time out. She’s not going to like the saddle for a bit, and it’s better if I keep her calm while she gets used to it.”

  RJ nodded. “Let me go get Argonaut and we’ll go out for a ride with her.”

  * * *

  Princess was not happy about the saddle, at all, but she seemed like she could get used to it. It would take a lot of rides to keep her calm enough to train.

  As long her foal was with her, she was happy.

  Texas trotted along with them, playing in the scrub and romping through the open clearings.

  RJ promised the pond path wasn’t long, and it wasn’t. It only took them about fifteen minutes on the horses to cover the distance to the pond. There were another five spent getting to the other side.

  “Need a break?” RJ asked from the top of Argonaut.

  “I’m okay.”

  “How about your horse?”

  “Yes, I guess she does. We’ll take the saddle off too, but leave the blanket.”

  With a gentle stroke of the horse’s neck, Lucy dismounted and held her by the reins. She loosened the buckles, and RJ was over a moment later, helping her pull off the saddle.