Molly spent most of the hour trying to run Rebel through a controlled gallop, then back to the start line in a lope, then another controlled gallop. But Rebel wasn’t interested in control. He only knew one speed, a wild and reckless full-out stampede. Molly was totally absorbed in the challenge, fighting the powerful stallion the whole time, pulling back on the reins, trying to introduce more discipline. Rebel was both energizing and exhausting.
After the final gallop, she started the cool down and noticed for the first time that Bart had arrived and was watching with Silas and Willie on the corral railing. Already full of adrenaline from the ride, she felt a fresh burst blast through her groin. Okay, then. She was about to get laid. Couldn’t come at a better time. Bart wasn’t going to know what hit him. He hadn’t seen her like this. She was aroused, pumped, and exhilarated. Knowingshe was being watched, she finished the cool down, but Rebel didn’t cool down well. Molly finally persevered, bringing him back to the corral in a semi-controlled lope, the stallion’s neck and head bobbing up and down, snorting loudly.
She nodded and smiled at Bart. She could see the desire in his face as he flashed that piercing smile that pretty much undid her.
Silas said, “Really nice work, Molly. Rebel’s a handful.”
“That’s an understatement, but what a horse. He’s going to be special.”
Willie said, “How are your arms?”
Molly chuckled. Her arms were aching and about to fall off from fighting the stallion for over an hour. But she said, eyes twinkling, “No problem. They feel great.” She’d never admit to the guys she wasn’t strong enough to manage a powerful horse.
Smiling, with tongue in cheek, Willie said, “Uh-huh. I’m sure they feel great.”
Molly slid off Rebel, took his reins, and walked him back to the stables with Bart at her side.
“Howdy, Cowboy.”
“Nice riding.”
“Silas is humoring me since Jo passed.”
“Silas told me. I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. It was hard, but Silas is helping me move on. I’m not ready to start looking for another horse, but these daily exercises have been great.”
Molly looked over to see Bear and Shadow together. Shadow had slowed down and was getting moody. Bear was being respectful.
“Looks like Shadow is ready.”
“Any day now.” She paused and looked right at him. “Thank you for coming early. I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”
“I wanted to be here for the birth, and I’ve missed you.”
Molly’s heart skipped a beat. Those were the words she wanted to hear. “Thank you for saying that. When we get back to the cabin, you’re about to see how much I’ve missed you.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Yes. The combination of these rides and having you gone for a month is making me crazy.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Molly couldn’t help the racy banter. She was flushed from the ride and deeply aroused. She liked so much that he’d come early. She’d really missed him. How much sense was there in having a two day a month boyfriend? Didn’t matter. He was here, and she was about to get laid, really laid.
Silas had helped Bart unload Beryl, so Molly left Rebel with one of the stable workers for brush down and grooming. Bart, his small backpack on, walked with Molly down the dirt road toward her cabin. The second they were around the bend, Molly moved into his arms, and they launched a hot, deep kiss that lasted a long time. Boy Howdy. He had it as bad as she did. She felt his arousal and ground her body against it.
When the kiss finally broke, his arm around her shoulder, her arm around his waist, they walked quickly as one unit to the cabin.
They made it through the living room, going directly to the bathroom where Molly turned the shower on while clothes were dropping to the floor. She took a condom into the shower, setting it on a dry shelf. The soap squirt bottles were unleashed and they were soon covered in suds. Bart pulled her to him. She wrapped her arms around his back and looked up. The kiss wasepic, hot, deep, passionate, their mouths hungry for each other. Molly couldn’t get enough, mouths open, tongues working, her neck and face burning up, panting for breath. She spread her legs and pressed her soapy spot against his hard arousal. God, that felt so good. Her body was on fire.
Bart moved his hand below. She spread her legs, pressing her pelvis to him. He entered her with a soapy hand, pressing hard against her place, Molly groaning approval. Sheneededthat pressure just like that, and right then. She worked against his hand with hard, aggressive thrusts. She couldn’t get enough, the itch making her crazy. The kisses continued as Molly moved her hand to his erection. He was hard, and she worked her hands up and down the long shaft. God, what a magnificent man.
Not able to wait any longer, she stepped away, opened the condom, fell to her knees, rinsed him off, and rolled it on. Standing up, she pushed him against the shower wall and pressed her body against his. Reaching below, she moved his erection to her place. When her body opened, with a deep guttural groan she drove to the end in one desperate plunge. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she pulled their hard bodies tight together. With him buried to the hilt, she lay her face against his shoulder while her body adjusted. She held steady, feeling his pulses, her spot mashed tight against his pelvis. She’d never needed that pressure more than she needed it right then, erotic pulses throbbing through her groin, her body completely full. God, just what the doctor ordered.
Not able to hold steady any longer, her arms wrapped tight around his back, Molly began with long, slow strokes, Bart pressed against the wall, Molly doing all the work. Keeping his shaft hard against her place, she ground desperately back and forth on it, grunting, groaning, and gasping, the powerful sensations overriding everything. There was nothing else, only that incredible pressure on that amazing place. She increasedthe pace until she was pummeling her body against his, her face hard against his shoulder, her arms locked behind his back, her breaths coming in gasps and deep guttural groans. She understood Rebel’s wild, untamed, primal urges.
She felt the orgasm coming, but she didn’t want it yet. She let it come to the edge before she started fighting it off. At that incredible edge just before release, she fought as hard as she could to hold it back, ramming her body unmercifully against his, until the first explosive contraction involuntarily preempted the process. She felt his release, those deep pulses so incredible. She groaned and held tight as their bodies moved through the process, the final relief deeply satisfying. Oh my God. She’d really needed that. She couldn’t remember ever needing it so much.
