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They both went limp and Chase tumbled to the bed, wrapping himself around her,

the sweat of their bodies making them slick. For a few minutes there was only the

sound of their rapid breathing. Then breath slowed and languor set in.

“Chase,” Ana whispered just before she drifted off to sleep. “My love.”

Something he’d never experienced swelled inside him at her words. For a moment

it filled him with panic. But the fear vanished in the face of realization. He never

expected, never hoped. But amazingly it had happened. He’d fallen in love.

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Chapter Ten

Ana found Chase’s brothers still asleep when she walked through the den. It was

almost dawn and she was on her way to greet the new day with Fergi, something she’d

done for as long as she and Fergi had been together.

She eased out the back door and ran into the yard, calling for Fergi as she headed

for the barn. She heard Fergi’s reply on the wind as she entered the barn. She stopped

by each stall to greet and stroke the horses as she made her way to West Wind’s stall.

“Hey there, handsome,” she said as she opened his stall door. “You wanna go out

and run?”

He neighed and tossed his head. “Well, come on then and let’s get you saddled up,”

she said as she crossed the barn to the tack.

He followed and then stood patiently as she saddled and bridled him, using the

style taught to her by her grandfather that negated the need for a bit in his mouth. “You

sure you’re okay with this?” she asked as she led him outside.

He tossed his head and whinnied in response and she climbed into the saddle. At

first he was a little uncomfortable and let her know with his neighs and prancing, but it

only took a few minutes of soft coaxing before he settled into the feel of her on his back.

“Well, all righty, then.” She grinned and turned him toward the pasture. “You think

we can clear that fence, big fella?”

He responded by rearing up then taking off toward the fence with Ana bending low

over his neck.

* * * * *

Chase had woken to find himself alone in bed. Ana was nowhere to be found in the

house, which prompted him to go outside. He stepped out onto the porch just as the

stallion cleared the pasture fence. “What the—” he murmured to himself in amazement.

The stallion raced across the pasture, jumped the far fence and kept on going, with

Ana on his back, her long hair streaming out behind her like a black silk banner. Chase

ran to the barn, quickly saddled Whiskey and took off in pursuit.

Ana let West Wind have his head and they flew across the land, his powerful legs

propelling them at breakneck speed, his hooves kicking up clouds of dust to trail in

their wake.

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She laughed with delight, both her own and his. He was born to run and there was

little more thrilling than for her to be on his back, racing the wind with Fergi flying

overhead cheering them on.

It was not until she turned him to circle back toward the ranch that she saw the

rider in the distance. Even from afar she recognized him, the long dark hair blowing

back from the strong planes of his face and the long, lean muscles of his body as he

leaned over Whiskey’s neck.

It was a sight that filled her with such love and longing that she wished she could

freeze them in time, to stretch out the delicious anticipation she felt at his approach. She

reined West Wind in to a trot as Chase closed in.

“How the hell did you get him saddled?” he asked as he reined Whiskey into a turn

and trotted alongside her.

“Uh, with my hands?” She knew what he was asking but could not help teasing.

“Well, yeah, smartass, I get that part. But how did you get him to put up with it?”

“Oh! That’s easy. I asked nicely.” She gave the horse a rub on the neck. “Right, big

guy?”

West Wind tossed his head and let out a long whinny and Ana laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Chase asked.

“He said it isn’t so bad without that…fucking bit in his mouth.”

That was when Chase noticed that the horse did not have a bit. “Where’d you learn

to rope bridle a horse like that?”

She smiled at him and he tilted his head back and then down in realization. “Oh

yeah, your grandfather, right?”

“Yep.” She directed West Wind over close enough that she could reach out and

grab Chase’s arm. “Ride with me?”

Chase hesitated only a moment before making the transfer from Whiskey to West

Wind without his feet ever touching the ground. He settled behind Ana on the saddle,

the tight fit forcing his crotch to snuggle tightly to her backside. His arm wrapped

around her to take the reins. Whiskey trotted off a ways and started grazing

contentedly.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Born that way, Fancy.”

“Well, in that case…go, West Wind!”

The horse shot off like a bullet. Ana hung onto West Wind’s mane, stretching

forward so that the upper portion of her body was against the horse’s long neck. Chase

was pressed against her back and she could feel his steady strong heartbeat. They

moved as one with the animal, his long legs eating up the landscape in seemingly

tireless strides.

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The feel of Ana’s tight ass pressed against his groin and the motion of their bodies

in concert with the powerful stallion soon had Chase thinking of riding of a different

nature.

He felt Ana’s body jiggle and heard the lilt of her laugh on the wind just before she

wiggled that delicious ass against him, making his cock strain at the fabric of his jeans.

The horse must have sensed the chemistry. He threw back his head and let out a call

that Chase recognized both as a rancher and a male. It was the call of mating. A male

sending out his message that he was ready and wanting.

Chase felt a kinship with the horse because at that moment his entire being was

focused on the feel of the lithe, strong body of the woman between his legs. He reined

West Wind in to a trot, then slowly to a walk. Ana looked over her shoulder at him.

“Had enough?” The mischief was clear in the smile on her face.

“Never.”

She executed a maneuver he considered a feat of gymnastics and turned to face

him, her legs on top of his, spread wide to straddle him. Chase groaned at the delicious

sensation that shot through him. He lifted the handkerchief hem gauze skirt she wore

and discovered beneath it nothing but Ana.

“You don’t much take to underwear, do you, Fancy?”

She laughed. “Nope. That a problem with you, Hawks?”

“Nope, no problem at all,” he grinned and stroked one finger down the crease of

her thigh, ever-so lightly brushing the side of her sex. “Well, except for these damn

jeans.”

“Well, surely a world-class cowboy like yourself ought to be able to rid himself of

his pants.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re on a horse.”

“Uh-huh, but like I said, a world-class cowboy—”

“I’ll show you world-class,” he threatened jokingly. “Now scoot your pretty little

ass off me.”

Ana lifted off him and across the horn on the saddle so she was perched on the base

of West Wind’s neck. Chase swung one leg over the saddle, keeping his weight on the

foot in the stirrup. Hanging on with one hand, he managed to slide his free leg out of

his jeans.

“You’d don’t take much to underwear, do you, Hawks?” she teased.

Chase left his supporting leg in his jeans, swung back into the saddle and with both

hands, lifted her up. His dick stood straight up, like a gun aimed at its target. He

lowered Ana onto it and sank into the wet heat of her sex. “Now, what was that about

world-class?”

“Ahhhhh,” Ana sighed as her body loosened to accommodate him. “Hmmm, so

you gonna show me some world-class cowboying, Hawks?”

“No, Fancy. I’m gonna show you some world-class fuckin’.”

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“Bring it on.” She grinned and moved up and down on him.

Chase held her by the hips, lifting her up until only the head of his dick was inside

her, and then impaling her slowly on its length. Once fully seated inside her, he rocked

his hips, causing his dick to scrape erotically against her G-spot.

Ana moaned in pleasure and reached behind herself to hold on to the saddle horn,

using it as leverage to press and pull against him. Chase felt a heat like the noonday sun

in his genitals and belly. The sight of her straddling him, her back arched and arms

behind her were like something from a wet dream.

West Wind danced, sensing their arousal. Ana crooned to him a phrase as foreign

as all of the other chants Chase had heard her utter and West Wind settled somewhat,

falling into a slow walk.

With their bodies falling into the rhythm of the horse’s motion, Chase used one

hand to lift the filmy chemise up over her breasts and latched onto a nipple, first

nipping at the hardening bud, then soothing it with his tongue, before sucking on it

hard.

“Oh,” Ana gasped. “Oh, oh, oh. Now, Chase, now.”

She began to ride him, her body taking in all of him then squeezing and rocking,

only to rise again, leaving him quivering with each delicious stroke.

She was like a dream come to life. Completely abandoned in her sexual nature and

completely suited to the act of sex with her strong flexible body and uninhibited mind.

Chase watched her ride him with sexual pleasure that grew until it was a storm, wiping

out all thought aside from the riot of sensation enveloping him.

“Chase!” Ana panted his name, her motions coming faster and harder. “Oh god,

Chase!”

“That’s it, baby,” He rocked his hips up to meet her downward strokes. “Fuck me,

Fancy. Take it all.”

“Ahhhhh!” she moaned in reply. “Can’t. Hold. Back.”

He felt the quiver in her pussy, watched it move through her body as she threw

back her head and screamed his name. That image was what drove him over the edge.

“Ana!” he growled, his body quaking with the force of his orgasm.

West Wind danced and pranced, the smell of sex in the air affecting him in the way

of the male of any species. Even the charm Ana had used could not override the nature

of the beast.

“Oh, oh!” Ana exclaimed a split second before West Wind reared.

Only through Chase’s strength and skill did she not fall. West Wind landed on all

four hooves and took off, headed back toward the pasture. Chase tried to rein him in,

but the stallion had a mind of his own and with no bit, he wasn’t inclined to oblige.

“Shit!” Chase barked and pushed Ana backwards, her body bowing back over the

saddle horn as Chase pressed his body forward. West Wind sailed over the pasture

fence as if he weren’t bearing their weight, and flew across the pasture.

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“Another one!” Chase yelled as West Wind drew near the fence.

Ana almost went sideways on the landing, but Chase pulled her up against him.

She wrapped her arms and legs around his body as West Wind ran for the enclosure on

the east side of the barn where two mares were pastured.

“Whoa!” Chase pulled back on the reins as they neared the barn. “Shit, come on!”

Ana reached back to place one hand on the horse’s neck. ““Easy, big guy, we need

to get off.”

West Wind tossed his head but slowed, coming to a stop in front of the house

where a tall man with silver hair and a white hat was climbing out of a truck.

Chase’s eyes widened then narrowed as the man turned to look at them, first in

surprise, then through eyes that crinkled in laughter.

“So that’s what it takes to sit that beast,” the man commented. “Well, if that don’t

beat all.”

Ana looked from the man to Chase, whose face wore a look that was decidedly

annoyed. The man stepped toward them. “Where’s your manners, boy?” he asked

Chase then looked at Ana with his hand extended. “Charlie Russell, ma’am. Chase’s

daddy.”

Ana looked from Charlie to Chase, sitting there bare-assed with her straddling his

lap and the smell of their sex mingling with the scents of the horse and land. It should

have been completely embarrassing but it was just too funny. She chuckled, adjusted

her skirt so that it covered both her and Chase’s crotch, wiped her hand on the skirt

then extended it to Charlie.

“Nice to meet you, sir. Ana Stillwater, Chase’s…riding instructor.”

Charlie threw back his head and bellowed with laughter as Chase’s mouth

tightened against the smile that was trying to assert itself.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Stillwater,” Charlie said through his laughter. “Chase, you

gonna invite your old man for coffee or you just gonna sit there with your pecker

hanging out?”

Chase growled and turned the horse. “You know where the pot is. Make some.”

Ana grinned and waved at Charlie as Chase directed West Wind into the barn.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

He gave her an incredulous look. “You can’t be serious.”

“What? You’re embarrassed that he caught us…with our pants down?” She

couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped. “Come on, Chase. He’s not a virgin schoolboy.

For goodness’ sakes, he has four sons so he’s bound to know what sex is.”

“That’s not it!” he groused as he lifted her up and set her off the horse then climbed