Seducing the Professor (13 page)

“And don’t you forget that, Shuttle.”

“Who the hell is thwarting all our efforts at Silver Star, Emilio?  Every damn time we take a step forward we end up taking two steps back?”

“He’s got this professor from ADC here. She identified the DNA defects within a week.  The larvae infestation almost immediately.”

“But that would still take them back substantially!  With the amount of goddamned larvae I had to pay for, all those damn horses should be bleeding already!”

“Sorry, Boss.  Apparently she developed an emulsion
antibody a year ago that destroys internal larvae.  They have all been cleared.  There has not been one death.”

“Are you telling me I paid nearly a half a million dollars for those damn things for
NOTHING!”

“I’m sorry, Boss!  There’s nothing I could do!”

“What about the DNA?  Is that still in play?”

“Yes, but they are starting to implant some kind of chip in all of the horses, which will identify all strains.  So, once they have that information, she seems to think she will be able to develop
some kind of antibody to eliminate it.  She … managed to save a colt that was born with the defect.”

“And the mare?”

“Also.  This professor is good, Boss.  She’s apparently one of the best Equine experts in the World.”

“Who is she?”

“Professor Alexandra Simpson.”

“I’ve read about her.  I have some contacts at the ADC.  As a matter of fact, I was at Varsity with Wade Hunter, the Operations Director.  Maybe it is time to rekindle our friendship.  Get him to pull her from the project.  All we need is one gap.  I want him gone!  He has been on the top for far too long!”

He slammed the phone down.  He fumed. This whole operation has already cost him close to five million dollars and he still had to reap the awards!  Paul Shuttle had to be dethroned!  Every damn women in Kentucky was chasing after him and he had the esteemed recognition as the power behind thoroughbred racehorse breeding.

He has hated Paul Shuttle from the day the woman he loved and wanted to marry fell prey to his charms.  And then he almost immediately dropped her, as if she was nothing more than a passing fling!  To this day she still chased after him!  Like a puppy begging for scraps!  It was sickening! 

No, he had to feel what it felt like to lose something you would give your life for.  He would take his precious horses and power from him.  Even if he had to go and shoot every single one of them as a last resort!

Paul leaned on the balustrade of the patio balcony staring out into the dark, a frown between his eyes.  Slade joined him and puffed on his pipe. 
Paul twitched his nose.

“You know you are way too young to be puffing on one of those?”

Slade just grunted and copied Paul’s lazy posture.

“More than that, you do know how unhealthy those puffing and the smell it leaves on you will be for your son?”

Slade growled and send a quick swipe in his wife’s direction where she was chatting away with Alexandra.

“Now you sound just like, Mandy.  I am smoking a lot less.  By the time little Paul is born, I would have stopped completely.”

“Little Paul?”

“I hope you don’t mind.  We decided
, seeing as you will be his Godfather, Paul is a strong name for him.”

Paul swallowed and nodded.  “Of course not. I’d be honored.”

They stared into the dark for a while.  Slade grunted and straightened.

“We don’t seem to be making headway in finding the person behind all your problems.
Cuz.  Any further suggestions?”

“Alexandra suggested we should investigate all new staff appointed over the past eighteen months.  I have already sen
t all the information to William.  They are already halfway through the list, but have not found anything yet.  In the meantime, I decided to go and pay a visit to Black Hawk Ranch.  Howard Freeman has always been my biggest competitor and it was his kids that headed up the investigation seven months ago.”

“Do you really believe he would have something to do with this?”

“Not really.  He is and has always been a very honorable man.  He believes in hard work and fair winnings.  It would do no harm just to make sure.  Maybe he would be able to assist us to find something we are missing.  It can’t carry on like this, Slade.  Every time we find something, a new problem pops up.  More vicious and aimed at destruction.”

“Are you saying someone is out to destroy you?”

“Yes.  If the idea was just to give me a setback, it would have stopped at the defective DNA.  We had substantial losses of horses and financially I took an even bigger knock.  No Cuz, whoever is doing this, wants to break me.”

“Whoever it is, must really hate you then.”

“Yeah, I guess so.  I just have no bloody clue who or why.”

Implanting the chips was a tedious process and Alexandra was dead on her feet when she fell into bed at night.  Paul was becoming irritated because the majority of her days were spen
t in Brett’s presence.

He has walked in on them many a time when they were standing nearly on top of each other.  The fact that she was dead tired and fell asleep almost the moment her head touched the pillow aggravat
ed him even more.  Sleeping with her naked body against his had him in a constant state of need.  A need he has been unable to fulfill for over two weeks.

When she came to bed the night before he snapped at her and turned his back on her. 
She returned the favor and for the first time since he moved her into his bed, each slept on their side of the bed with a wide span open between them.  He left the house before sunrise already.  He went to wake Samuel and told him they needed to finish the preparation process of the untamed Stallions.  He wanted to start breeding with them.

Samuel muttered because of the hour of the morning and that he has not received prior warning, but also knew better than to object.  Paul has been in a mood for more than a week and it was clear he needed to get away from the house.

They rode off and was already at the furthest pasture before the sun peeked over the horizon.  There were comfortable two bedroom log cabins built at all the far off pastures and they tethered their horses outside to drop their bags inside.  Paul indicated he was going to prepare breakfast first and Samuel shook his head.

He dragged him out of bed nearly in the middle of the night and now he wanted to laze around.  The log cabin consisted of two bedrooms, a bathroom and an open area that included the kitchen and a small den.  The cabins were gas operated and very comfortable with only the best appliances, matrasses and linen.

They had breakfast on the small porch and Samuel glanced at Paul sipping on his coffee.

“So, why are we really here?  We usually don’t drill these Stallions so closely together.”

Paul just grunted and sat brooding.   It was close to ten before he rose and they started herding the Stallions.  There were about twenty in total and it went relatively smoothly.  They developed a sense of belonging already and accepted Samuel and Paul easily the first time around.

Paul was chasing down a hard headed white Stallion that just refused to enter the encampment.   Eventually he yelled at Samuel to bring him some rope.  He was going to rope him in and not waste any further time.

He tied the loop efficiently and Samuel stood back to watch.  Paul was an expert at roping horses and it was quite an enjoyable sight. Paul kicked Lancelot and started chasing the White. He held the loop in front of him and a little to his left in preparation.  When he was close enough he brought the rope across in front of him, swung it up over his head and threw it, all in one motion. The loop flattened out as it sailed through the air and then dropped dead center over the White’s head.

Samuel whooped and swung his hat in the air.  Paul just laughed.  He pulled the rope tight and spoke in a gentle voice to the annoyed White.  He was clearly a leader and did not appreciate being herded.  With the rope around his neck, he meekly followed Lancelot and within minutes was inside the pen with the rest of the wilds.

“You could be a hit on the rodeo circuit, Shuttle.  Have you ever considered it?”

He froze and nearly unseated himself
; he swung around in the saddle so fast.  Alexandra sat straight and comfortably on Samsonite, a black Stallion that was classified as still half wild. He nearly had a cadenza.

“What the hell are you doing on that devil?  Get off him, right now!”

Samsonite snorted and threw his head high up and down in response to Paul’s growl.  Paul glared at him.  He has tasted dust more than a few times taming that damn devil.

“This
sweet little devil?  Don’t be silly, Shuttle.  Sammy and I have a good understanding.”

“
Samm … you named a sixty million dollar Stallion, Sammy?”

“Sixty mil … you paid sixty mi … oh my lord!  You should put a warning sign on his stall!  Leave off! This Stallion is cast in gold!  Who pays sixty million dollars for a horse?”
 

Her voice was thin with agitation.  She never would have taken him if she knew what he was worth!  Paul’s
eyebrows rose and he asked sardonically.

“Do you need me to answer that question, Professor?”

She glowered at him and pointed a finger at him.

“You did it again!  I will not stand for it, Shuttle! I am not …”

“Ahem … if you two would excuse me, I think I will go and bond with the White.”

Samuel chuckled and rode towards the pen, where he tethered his horse and climbed on the pen bars.

“Some … some piece of furniture you can just forget about and ride off into the sunset!  This is the second time you have done it and I am warning you, Shuttle.  The next time I won’t be waiting when you return!”

She spun Samsonite around and with a kick in his side set him off in a dead run with a loud, “
Iyaah!”

He sat gaping after her for a full thirty seconds.   He realized she was disappearing over the ridge and he kicked Lancelot and sprinted after her.  Lancelot was a much bigger horse and made for long distance running.  He pushed him hard and the distance between the horses narrowed quickly.  Alexandra did not expect him to follow her and pulled back on the reins as soon as they went over the ridge.

The next moment she flew through the air and screamed when Paul’s hard arm around her waist yanked her from Samsonite.  He held her against him and brought Lancelot to a halt.  He pulled her in front of him and before she could shout at him, his mouth captured hers in a wild, hungry kiss.

Alexandra moaned into his mouth and opened wider to offer him more. He crushed
his lips to hers with such intensity that she could hardly stifle the gasp of pleasure rushing through her.  She was caught up in the electric current running through her body, wanting to feel his body over hers, his bare chest pressed against hers.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her core against his stomach.  He growled into her mouth, his tongue mating with hers wildly. Then slid out of her mouth to trail a sensual path down her neck to suck the skin between his lips over the vein throbbing erratically there.

“I am … mad … at you … Shuttle.”

“Hmmm.”

“It’s … hmm … gonna take … a lot … more than … a few … kisses … hmm … Paul!”

She gasped when his lips closed over her nipple and he suckled greedily, loudly and her panties flushed with the wet heat that poured from her sheath.  She did not even notice him pushing her top
and bra off her shoulders.  She gasped louder when he moved to the other nipple and suckled even greedier, louder.  His suckling noises mingling with their harsh breathing.  His fingers closed over the other nipple and she moaned huskily when he rolled and tweaked it.

The sensuous feeling of his tongue swirling around her nipples as he
suckled, caused her body to tremble from sheer pleasure.  There was a constant flow of pleasure from her nipples to her clit that throbbed with need.  She rubbed her apex hard against him and he lifted his hips against her to grind his hard arousal into her.  She mewled.  Lancelot stood as still as a statue beneath them.

“Angel … I ne
ed you!  Help me, Baby.  Get those shorts off!”

She did not need to be asked twice and with a few twists and turns and moans with Paul still suckling loudly on her nipples she pulled her shorts and panties off.  She took hold of his belt and opened it frantically while he unzipped himself and then he was there, pressing against her quivering sheath.  They both looked down and groaned as Paul lifted Alexandra slightly and then lowered her onto his shaft.  She threw her head back in ecstasy as she slowly took more and more of him.  He held his breath and closed his eyes.

God … he could not wait for the day she would be ready to take all of him.  His need to feel her all around him, throbbed in his groin.

“Honey … Oh Lord, I missed you!”

He started thrusting then, so hard and fast she bobbed in front of him, until she clamped her legs tighter and started thrashing wildly.  He felt the pressure building like a lightning wave and he knew he was going to climax hard. He kicked Lancelot in the side and he took off in a gallop.  Alexandra screeched at the added sensation of the deep thrusts inside her with every upward movement of Lancelot’s gallop.  He increased his speed and so did Paul.  Alexandra felt her whole body catching fire and she screamed as her climax turned her whole body into a clasping muscle.  She exploded and felt Paul’s heated release shoot deep inside her.  Her entire body shuddered in response.

Paul shouted through his release and desperately brought Lancelot to a halt, gripping Alexandra tight against him, shuddering through the last of his orgasm.  They were breathless and Alexandra was wrapped around him, encapsulating him within her heat, arms and legs.  He tenderly stroked her back and her buttocks and pressed her harder against him.

“God, Angel … that was the best ride I have ever had on Lancelot!”

She giggled and kissed him sensually in his neck.

“I would not mind if you got him in a gentle walk right about now … ooohhh … yeesss!” 

The rolling sensation of the horse beneath them caus
ed a further lazy friction inside her.  She unwrapped her arms and put her hands behind her on Lancelot’s neck and arched her back, her breasts bobbing with the movement, in a silent invitation.  Paul lapped at her nipples and growled against her breast with the pleasure her wantonness brought him

“Honey … please …
oohhh … you do that sooo … hmmm.”

He pushed her breast
s together; she cried and moaned uncontrollably as he made them his.  He licked across them, stabbed at the hard nubs, sucked both into his mouth and nibbled and bit them, until she was writhing against him with need.  He lifted her off his shaft and pushed her back against him.  She protested loudly.  He ignored her and continued with an even wilder onslaught on her breasts.  The openness around them adding to the excitement of her enjoyment in his ministrations.

Alexandra was mindless with need, yet Paul refused to give her more than his attention to her breasts.  She begged and tried to push his hand to her clit, but he refused.  She screamed with frustration when he leaned back and slowly pulled her bra and top back into place.

“You … can’t!  This is cruel!”

He smiled at her wickedly and pushed his still hard shaft back into his jeans and zipped it closed.

“Where’s your shorts, Angel.”

She glowered at him.

“You’re not serious!”

“I have some serious plans for us for tonight, Angel. 
Satisfying you now, would put a bit of a damper on them.  So, either get into your shorts, or I am going to keep stimulating your clit until tonight, without any relief!”

“You would not dare!”

He lifted her and turned her around facing forward. He hooked her legs over his spreading her wide open and kicked Lancelot into a trot.  His fingers immediately found her clit and he started rubbing and stroking.  She moaned and pressed against his hand.  Her climax hovering on the brink.  Paul felt the little nub tightening and he stopped. Alexandra screamed.  He waited a few seconds and started again.  When he stopped the third time she cried and tried to close her legs, pulling at his hand.

“No Professor, you did not heed my warning, now you will suffer the consequences!”

“Please honey!  I am sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

He ignored her and brought her to the edge of climax thrice more, before he took pity on her and growled in her ear, his own need riding him hard.

“Are you ready to get dressed now, Professor?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“Are you sure, Angel?”

“You are a medieval torturer!  YES!”

She groped around and found her panties and shorts where they were she stuffed them in under Paul’s leg.  She twisted and nearly fell off Lancelot putting them on.

“Do you need my help, Angel?”

“NO!  Just keep your hands to yourself!”

He chuckled and looked around for Samsonite.  They found him grazing a few hundred meters back and Paul set Lancelot to a trot towards him.
He lifted Alexandra effortlessly back on Samsonite’s back.  He held onto her waist and warned her roughly.

“You are going back to the cabin with me, Angel.  Don’t let me chase after you.  You are staying with me tonight.”

She snorted and took the reins and scowled at him.

“Yes master.  Whatever you say master!”

He chuckled and let her go.  By the time they arrived at the cabin Samuel was gone.  Paul found a note on the table indicating that he went home so the two of them could have the privacy of the cabin for the night.  He would return by eleven the following morning.

“Now you see … that is how one does it!  You don’t just up and disappear without a word!  Why?  Why did you just leave this morning without telling me?  I assume you are going to be here for a week again?”