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Hank’s eyes watched, bright with desire, as Daisy straddled him. Sitting up, he clasped her peachy mounds in his hands, suckling her breasts as she lowered herself onto his fat mushroom cock, pulsing her hips a little at a time as he slid into her.
“Oh, Daisy,” he moaned, setting his jaw and tensing his buttocks for control. When he had filled her completely, he clutched her hips and rolled over her, taking charge. His thumb found her clitoris, and she cried out, squealing as she rocked against him. He lifted his hips, pumping into her fast and furious, finding a hot-paced rhythm, even rocking the trailer a little bit. She came quickly, screaming into a pillow with her orgasm, melting around him so he let go, too, calling her name as he bucked into her, grunting as he exploded with hot release.
Mixing it up with Daisy’s friends at Vern’s, Hank had felt fully at ease for the first time since the season started. When Daisy agreed to spend the night, he’d been in heaven. Cuddling her in sleep felt like they were right where they belonged. He loved feeling her silky skin and hair against him, around him, under him.
Now she was in his arms, sticky with heat and panting after her orgasm. They rested there, cooling off, until he kissed her neck and moved down between her breasts, aroused again.
“Mmm, what’s this? You got somethin’ else for me already, Hank?” she asked mischievously. Her pupils were dilated with desire, her smile naughty.
“I’ll always have more for you, Daize,” he laughed. “We don’t have to right now, though.”
She licked his finger and put it down between her legs. She’s still so wet.
He stroked her, and she tore open a fresh condom, rolled it down over his shaft, then lay back on the pillows and spread her thighs. She was so gorgeous there, cheeks flushed, pink-tipped nipples aroused, her layers wide open again, just for him.
This time, he’d make sure their lovemaking was gentle and tender, pure and unhurried. Clasping her ankles, he kneeled before her. Watching her face, he entered slowly, pulsed gently, filling her again a little at a time. When she came, she arched and whimpered, and he held her close, tucking her into his chest as he felt his orgasm coming, hot and intense as ever. Moaning with ecstasy, he blasted off inside of her, shuddering with the rightness of how it felt to be with her.
The rodeo grounds were waking up, but they lay together in a sweet, warm puddle, until Daisy stirred and got up, pouring herself orange juice from his small fridge.
He watched her throat work as she swallowed. Her hair tangled and tawny, her peaked nipples rosy from his lips, he knew he’d never see anything as breathtakingly gorgeous as Daisy naked. His eyes drank in her breasts and shoulders and flat belly and thighs and buttocks.
Cuervo and Gypsy shifted in back, nickering for breakfast and she looked at him, mischief in her eyes. Grabbing his big toe, she yanked. “C’mon, ya big lug,” she teased. “You gonna lay there all day? We’ve got horses to feed.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “C’mon back here, you. The horses can wait.”
“Hah,” she laughed. “That’s not gonna happen, at least not today. Probably soon enough, though, the way we are together, huh?”
******
Daisy and Gypsy placed first on Saturday, but their time was a slow one, 17.21. “We’d never have made first if Jillian and Hasty were here,” Daisy complained. Competing in Team Penning with Stump and Travis, Hank finished with a respectable time and third place. Now that he was with Daisy, he’d decided to leave the bronc riding to T.J. It would be impossible to run Gallagher Ranch with a broken back.
That evening, they’d agreed to give each other a little space. Hank collected his friends and headed to a bar close to town in his truck, while Daisy and a bunch of her friends walked over to Vern’s for dinner.
She and Becky were racking up at the pool table when Kelsey came running in, breathing hard. “Your mare’s kicking the sides of the trailer, Daisy, and her flanks are sweaty. You gotta get back there.”
Gypsy Girl, colic?
Daisy ran for the door, certain there was some mistake. Sprinting across the parking lot, she raced up the highway, arms pumping. Becky and Kelsey and some of the other girls trailed behind her as she swung left into the rodeo ground’s driveway, running for Hank’s trailer.
The mare’s kicks were audible as she approached.
“I’m coming, Gypsy!” Daisy called. Shoot, and Hank’s got the truck.
She felt herself panic. They’d done everything right, cooling the mare out carefully after her ride, letting her sip at water, giving her only hay right up until dinnertime. Hank had fed the horses late; they’d been plenty cool . . .
Then she saw her mare, and she knew she had trouble.
Flanks and belly soaked in sweat, Gypsy’s agitated eyes showed whites. Lather curdled on her chest, and a bit of grassy foam flecked her mouth. When Daisy touched her belly, she snapped her jaw and rolled her eyes.
“College Station’s only an hour and a half,” Kelsey panted, coming up behind.
“I’ll need a tow,” Daisy choked.
“I’ll pull my truck around,” Becky offered, running off.
Daisy handed Trina her phone. “Call Hank. Tell him we’re takin’ Gypsy to the clinic. Make sure he’s okay with me taking her in his trailer.”
Feeling helpless, she watched the mare pace and twitch in all kinds of discomfort; there was no sense trying to wrap her.
