Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

see the outline of her long, shapely legs. He squinted. Was she bare under the dress?
    Her nipples stood out like ripe raspberries against the pale flowers decorating the dress and, when a breeze came, the sundress whipped between her legs, outlining her crotch.
    He dragged in a slow breath and reminded himself that he couldn’t pull a Reese and take her to bed. He wanted to make her realize how special she was before he got her between the sheets.
    She bent over to place a bucket of water in front of the horse. The front of her dress dipped lower, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the swell of her breasts. She stood and stroked the horse’s neck, her mouth moving as she spoke softly to Ripcord. Reaching behind her, she took one of the apples out of a basket and held it out for the horse.
    “I wish I knew your name.” Her bright smile put the sun to shame.
    “His name’s Ripcord.”
    She whirled toward him, her luscious mouth opened in an O shape. How long would he have to wait to have her make an O with her mouth and put it around his cock? Not long, he hoped.
    “What are you doing here?”
    Although her question was spoken with a challenging tone, he couldn’t find any trace of anger or suspicion on her face. Her cheeks were bright from a day in the sun, but he guessed the pink coloring her skin came from another source.
    “You know, people around here used to hang horse thieves. Some still do.” He sauntered over to her, taking his time so he wouldn’t startle either her or Ripcord.
    “And what do they do to spies?”
    Shit. He’d hoped she wouldn’t bring up that issue quite so fast. “Point taken.”
    Her gaze scanned him as though she could see through his clothes. Did she know he could see through hers? His cock twitched to life, and he resisted the urge to reposition it. “Tell you what. I’ll forget about you stealing my horse if you’ll forget about us watching you.”
    “Hmm. I don’t know that I’d call it watching or spying. The word stalking comes to mind.”
    He flattened his hand over his heart. “Ouch. Miss, I am no stalker.” Girls tended to like his imitation of a Southern gentleman, and he was pleased to see that she was no exception.
    “I asked you why you’re here.” Her cocoa-colored eyes narrowed. “Aside from getting your horse back.”
    “Rupert, the man who works for us, will come around and get Ripcord home. Dutch, the best mechanic around these parts, is going to deliver your pickup later on. But I came to give you a peace offering. Let me cook you dinner to make up for getting off on the wrong foot.” He took a step closer and was happy when she didn’t move back from him.
    “You’re going to make me dinner?” She ducked under Ripcord’s neck, putting the horse between them.
    He gave her his best I’m a good guy smile and hooked his thumb in the direction of the house. “That’s the plan. I left a bag of groceries by the front door. Groceries which I hope you’ll let me use to make you dinner.”
    “I don’t know. After what happened with your brother—” She closed her mouth fast, as though she’d just realized what she was about to say.
    Blane patted Ripcord then scratched the horse behind the ear. “Charlie, Reese and I are identical twins, but our appearance is about all that’s identical. We’re two very different people.”
    She cast down her eyes. “Did he, uh, tell you about…”
    “About what happened before you hopped on Ripcord?” He leaned to the side, catching her eye even as she tried to avoid making contact. “Yeah. But I won’t hold it against you.”
    She blinked then let a smile slip out. “I appreciate that.”
    He let her take her time getting used to the idea. Horses and women weren’t so different in that respect. All he had to do was to give her some slack in the reins and let her think she was the one in control. Soon enough he’d be riding her.
    “So why Ripcord?”
    Her change of subject told him she’d crossed over the bridge from irritation and suspicion into curiosity. “We named him Ripcord because the first time Reese got on him to break him, old Ripcord sent him flying so high that Reese should’ve had a ripcord to use on a parachute. My brother hit the ground hard, and I have to admit, I about bust a gut laughing.”
    “And this is Ripcord? Why didn’t he buck me off?”
    “He didn’t buck you off because he’s trained now. In fact, once we got him to understand who’s boss, old Ripcord