Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

down until she reached the rental house. Her anger served a purpose, keeping her from thinking about how little she knew about riding a horse. If she’d given it more thought, she probably wouldn’t have had the nerve to hop on the back of the huge animal. Hell, if she’d given it more thought, she would’ve pulled on her jeans and her shoes before hightailing it away from Reese’s house.
    “Now what do I do?” It wasn’t as though the house had a garage or even a carport. Could she tie him to a tree overnight? But didn’t horses need hay and water? And what about wild animals? Or worse, werewolves?
    She shifted in the saddle, her pussy rubbing against the leather, and held on to the saddle horn. Riding with a saddle was easier than riding bareback but not as nice as riding behind Reese. And nowhere near as nice as riding Reese.
    She could still feel his hands on her, his fingers pinching her nipples to send pleasant bursts of pain into her breasts. His mouth on hers had stunned her at first, but then the rough texture of his lips had melted into hers and she’d welcomed his tongue into her mouth.
    She shuddered at the image of Reese sliding down her torso to lie between her legs. His blue eyes, mixed with amber highlights, had flamed with a heat that he sent scorching into her with the flick of his tongue across her clit. She moaned and squirmed against the saddle, her juices wetting the leather.
    Oh, God. His cock. Strong, long, and thick, she’d never seen anyone with a cock like his. Granted her experience was limited, but she knew he was unusually blessed in that area.
    Should she have submitted to his masculinity so fast? What did he think of her for having sex with him in the first few hours of meeting? And then to find out he knew her real name! She’d gotten so flustered she hadn’t thought to ask him how he knew.
    Yet she found she didn’t care. She’d enjoyed every moment of their time in bed and would lie down again with him if he so much as wiggled his finger at her.
    “But he lied. He and his brother must’ve been watching me this whole time. Then they acted like they didn’t know my name.”
    But how had he known she was in town? She’d done her best to keep a low profile, but Forever was a small place and strangers stuck out like a black cat in a wedding-dress shop. Had Shannon or the two werewolves she lived with found out and told him? If he knew, then it was more than likely that Blane knew as well.
    A sudden image of both brothers lying beside her, their cocks primed and ready, swamped her with desire. What would it be like to have both of them at the same time? They looked so much alike, and yet they were so different. Reese was the dark side of Blane’s brighter, outgoing personality. But weren’t the two sides what made the idea of taking both brothers exciting?
    “But they know about me.” The element of surprise she’d counted on was gone.
    Why did Reese have to turn out to be such a sneaky jerk? She uttered a curse. He had a point that she’d lied to him first, but did that make up for his lie? She bit her lower lip, unwilling to forgive him yet unwilling to erase her culpability, either.
    The horse’s nicker broke her out of her reverie. She jerked up then let out a breath once she figured out that he wasn’t going to buck her off his back. Counting herself lucky to have made it back to the house in one piece, she set her mind to figuring out what to do with the animal. The rental land didn’t include a barn, but she did remember seeing a shed behind the house.
    She clucked to the animal as Reese had done to his horse and pulled on the right rein. She’d figured out that using a horse’s reins was similar to using a car’s steering wheel. Pull left to go left and right to go right. Going forward and backward were different, but so far she hadn’t had to go in reverse. Fortunately, the horse heeded her instructions and carried her to the back of the house.
    The structure she’d remembered was less of a shack and more of a lean-to. Although the sides looked flimsy enough to collapse under a good wind, the structure appeared to have lasted many years. Both ends of the lean-to were open with one board crossing the opening on the far side. The horse would be crowded inside, but at least he’d have shelter. Urging the horse forward, she got as close to the lean-to as possible then pulled back on the reins.
    She glanced down at the ground. “That sure is a lot