Chapter 86 #2
I’m sure it’s just Terry feeling overprotective of me and the baby—which all of the guys are—but today it hits me wrong for some reason.
I lose track of time and realize I left my phone back at the house, but I don’t even care.
I’m on our property and it’s perfectly safe.
Shadows have slowly lengthened when I finally stop again to rest at the far opposite end of the property.
Kylen’s deeply asleep, and I should probably think about heading back.
She’ll be due for a diaper change soon and be ready to eat.
But when I think about going back that itchy feeling returns with a vengeance.
I stretch, walking circles around the stroller as I work out my arms, legs, neck.
Something inside me wants to keep running, wear myself out to the point of exhaustion.
A true struggle against my common sense, which apparently is losing the battle for adulting this afternoon.
That’s when I hear something strange approaching.
Hoofbeats? Did one of the cows get loose?
Moments later, Alizée, riding bareback on Costco, not even with a bridle, just the halter and a lead looped around his neck and hastily tied to the other side, gallops up.
She’s barefoot and wearing shorts. The cutting horse slides to a stop when she plants her seat, and it’s like she’s glued to the back of him.
She has one of the ranch radios clipped to her belt and grabs it.
“Found them! They’re safe. Far northeast corner. ”
“Thank the Goddess!” Todd replies over the radio.
I frown at her. “What?”
She swings off the gelding and, holding the lead, slowly approaches me, her nose working as she speaks into the radio again. “Todd, get over here. Right now. Bring the ATV and the car seat.”
“That’s not needed,” I protest. “I was getting ready to head back.” Irritation floods me despite my earlier thoughts mere seconds ago. “Geez, he didn’t need to send out the cavalry. I’m perfectly capable of walking back with her.”
She stares at me. “Are you? Really?”
“I—” My jaw clicks shut as I stare at her. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
“You tell me, Mal.”
My vision blurs and I shake my head to clear it. “Terry narced, didn’t he? I didn’t fall that hard, sheesh. Just scraped knees, that’s all. No reason for people to freak out.”
I turn the stroller around, pointing toward the track that will lead me to the house. “Todd doesn’t need to come get us.” I try to step toward her and reach for the radio, but she holds it behind her, in the hand holding the gelding’s lead.
“He needs to come get you,” she gently says.
“That’s stupid,” I snap. “What the hell? I’m not leaving Kylen out here!”
She edges toward me, reaching for the stroller handle with her free hand. The gelding’s nostrils flare as he sniffs me, blowing out and lifting his head.
“I’ll take Kylen back,” she says in that annoyingly gentle voice. “I’ll drive her back in the ATV, and you’ll go with Todd.”
“Why are you acting so fucking weird?” I belatedly realize I owe my own swear jar. “Fricking weird,” I amend. “What’s going on?”
She gets a hand on the stroller, and I feel her trying to pull it toward her, coaxing me to let go. “Mal, honey, everything’s fine. Todd’ll be here shortly and everything’s… fine.”
I snort, suppressing the growl struggling to roll out of my chest—oh my Goddess, what the actual fuck?—at my beloved friend’s proximity to Kylen.
“You’re the one acting weird right now,” I say, not believing my own words.
“Mal, if everything’s okay, then let go of the stroller and take a few steps back.”
“What? Are you crazy?”
“Maybe. Humor me, sweetie. If you’re fine, back. Up.”
I feel something swirling around Alizée, like a mini cyclone I can’t see, not even wind, but energy.
As she takes another step toward me, the lead in one hand and the stroller handle in the other, it feels like a firm hand invisibly plants itself in the middle of my chest and forces me back a step, meaning I have to release my grip on the stroller or roughly jerk it away from her and risk jarring the baby, who’s still asleep.
“Alizée, what the hell are you doing?” Fear and anger and a possessive, dangerous need I’ve never experienced before roll up from deep inside me and—
Yes. There is something wrong with me.
Something very wrong.
But her voice remains calm. “Mal, I’ll babysit for you two tonight, okay? You and Todd need a night together. Auntie A will have fun spoiling the little peanut rotten.”
“That’s very sweet but—” A buzzing fills my ears, my vision blurring again.
Again, I shake my head, and it’s tempting to shift right there without even stripping first, because I want to shake my head in that satisfying way that can only happen when I’m shifted and my ears flap all over the place.
She doesn’t take her eyes off me when, in the distance, I hear an ATV racing at what sounds like full speed in our direction.
When my focus returns to her I realize she’s stepped back several feet, with the gelding now positioned between us and the stroller behind her. I try to step forward but she shifts the gelding—who is obviously less than happy about this development—to keep him between us.
“Mal, honey, you stay right there, okay? Todd’s almost here.”
And about that time, he appears from around the corner, slowing the ATV immediately, likely so he doesn’t spook the gelding.
When he rolls to a stop and shuts it off, he immediately jumps out and hurries over, stepping between me and the gelding and herding me back.
“Holy shit,” he says, not taking his eyes off me. “I got him, Alizée. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Do you need help with Costco?” he asks.
“No, he’s fine. I’ll pony him behind the ATV. Just take care of Mal. I’ll grab stuff for Kylen from the house and take her home with me. Call me in the morning, or when it’s all clear, and I’ll bring her back.”
He doesn’t even look at her. “Thank you, sweetie. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem.”
I try to protest but Todd throws me over his shoulder. I helplessly watch Alizée head for the ATV with the stroller as Todd carries me away, but not toward the house. He heads south along the eastern property line, jogging like I weigh nothing.
“Where are we going?” It’s difficult to talk, to pull brain cells together to think.
Especially when I want him to put me down, shred my clothes off, and fuck me.
“Just going to get a little privacy, baby. Kylen will have some Auntie Alizée time tonight while we play.”
“Play? Let me down and talk to me, goddammit!!”
He stops. I have to grab his belt to stabilize myself. He sets me on my feet, staring down at me with an odd look.
I launch myself at him, trying to wrap my arms around him, but he catches me, and I find myself on the ground, on my back under him, my arms pinned over my head, and him sitting on me.
Annnnnd that’s when I realize how damned hard I am. Like, there’s a possibility I could punch right through my briefs and shorts and through his denim and fuck him without even getting undressed.
He stares into my eyes. “Mal, baby, look at me.”
I do, even though my hips are trying to grind against him.
“You’re in a mating heat, Mal,” he says. “You’re almost too deep to be coherent. Terry smelled it and came and found me. We’ve been looking for you for nearly three hours.”
“Three…” I lick my lips, his words not making sense. “But I didn’t drink anything. Shawn didn’t give me anything.”
He smiles. “Baby, this is your first natural mating heat. From what Dr. Williams told me, this one will make that first one look like a hiccup due to your hormones.”
I squirm against him. “I need you!” I whine.
“I know, baby.” But he doesn’t release me, his body caging mine. “I thought we’d have time for a discussion before the time came, but I guess I was wrong.”
“What discussion?”
He stares at me, then leans in and slants his lips over mine in a crushing kiss as his voice fills my brain.
“Do you want me to breed you, baby? Or do I need to tie you up in the fun room and help you through this? One or the other.”
“Yes!” I gasp against his lips, the image nearly making me come right then.
He lifts his head. “Which?”
“Breed me! Please!”
He studies me an achingly long time. “And if you catch?”
“Yes! Yes yes yesyesyespleasepleaseplease!”
Dark victory fills his gaze. He transfers my wrists to one hand and, with the other, drags my shorts and briefs down my hips.
I desperately try to toe off my shoes, but he flips me over, finishes yanking down my shorts, and a hand settles in the middle of my back, pinning my shoulders to the ground.
His fingers spear my rim, easily sinking deep inside me because I’m slick and making me cry out as the first orgasm hits me. I shoot ropes of cum onto the grass under me as I try to scrabble up and back, wanting—needing more.
Needing him.
“Yep,” he hoarsely says. “You are most definitely in full heat.”
He releases me and I hear the drag of his zipper going down. Before I can move, his hands clamp around my hips, and his cock slams home inside me.
I cry out again, another load squirting out of me, nothing but pure, fiery pleasure engulfing me. He holds still even as I beg him to start moving. He hauls me up, my back pressed against his work shirt, one hand cupped around my throat while he licks my cheek.
“You want it, my sweet pup? You want Daddy to breed you again?” His other hand splays over my abs. “Put another baby inside you and show everyone who you belong to? Take away your safeword and fuck you until you catch?”
I shudder as another orgasm washes through me. “Yes!”
“Say it, Mal. Beg me for it.”
“Breed me! Please breed me! I need you, Daddy. I need you to own me!”
He shoves me down on the grass and plows me, grunting, rutting. I fist handfuls of dirt and grass and don’t even care how my sore knees are grinding into the ground as he quickly fucks yet another orgasm out of me.