12 comments/ 24719 views/ 43 favorites The Studhorse Man By: Seanathon This is my entry for the 2015 Literotica Summer Lovin' Story Contest. I appreciate you taking the time to read it and, if you enjoy it, please don't forget to vote! *All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years of age or older.* * * * Rebecca was riding through a sprawling stand of sagebrush in the north quarter when she heard it: a throaty rumble rolling across the muted hills like a herald announcing his arrival. The buckskin gelding beneath her caught it too, his ears swiveling toward the sound, but he waited for her cue before veering to his left and cantering up the nearby ridge. When they reached the crest she brought him to a halt and raised her hand to shield her eyes from the high summer sun. The big blue Montana sky towered above the low rolling hills, painted every shade of green as they stretched into the distance toward the dark, snow-capped peaks lining the horizon. Rebecca scanned the narrow roads snaking through the farms and ranches lining the countryside, trying to find the source of the low roar reverberating across the plain. The big gelding whickered. She followed his gaze and felt a flutter in her belly when she spotted the dark shape powering westward along the shimmering asphalt. "It's him. It has to be him." The gold-coated gelding shook his ebon mane as if in agreement. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Take me home, Athair." Ten minutes later they were reining up in front of the stables. Rebecca swung out of the saddle as Alexa, her younger sister, stepped forward to take the reins. "You can't ride him so hard," Alexa said, as she ran her hand across his sweat-soaked coat. "Not in this heat. Athair's too old for it." "I know," Rebecca said. She stroked her horse's neck in apology and he pressed his muzzle against her ear, letting out a deep, fluttering sigh as she gave him an appreciative kiss. "Do you mind taking care of him for me? There's something I've got to deal with that can't wait." Alexa gave her a questioning smile. "I saw him over by the big house. Who is he?" "Just a studhorse man." * * * Rebecca spotted him as soon as she came around the corner of the barn. His motorcycle, flat black and chrome, was cooling in the shade of the big house. He was standing beside it with well-worn leathers hanging from one hand. He turned to face her and she froze in her tracks. She'd been expecting a grizzled Marlboro Man, not the solemn, boyish face greeting her now. Her mother was beside him. She waved. "Rebecca, this is Chance Monaghan, the man we've been waiting for. Chance, I'd like to introduce you to my daughter." He nodded and held out his hand. Rebecca shook it half-heartedly, as if not completely convinced this was the man they'd been waiting for. "There a problem?" Chance said. Rebecca's mother stepped toward her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You'll have to excuse my daughter, Mr. Monaghan. I expect she's just as surprised as I am at how...youthful you are. The last time I saw your father he was well into his forties and that was more than ten years ago. I'm sure you can understand how, when we got that letter saying his son could do the job, we expected you'd be a mite older." "I understand," Chance said, "but I can assure you I have what it takes to get the job done." Rebecca's face flushed with color as she glanced over her shoulder, worried someone might have overheard him. Chance continued. "If it's alright, I was hopin we could talk about our arrangement." "Of course," Rebecca's mother said, "but I think it might be better if we discussed it in private." "That works for me. Lead on." He followed them underneath the verandah of a nearby building, the heavy heels of his black Daytons rattling the bone-dry planks. A door opened into an office and the three of them went inside. Rebecca's mother sat in a large padded chair behind a desk while Chance leaned against a wall decorated with a bleached cow skull. Rebecca stayed on the opposite side of the room from him with her arms crossed, still staring, still unsure. Her mother flashed a look at her that said, calm down. Then she gave Chance a welcoming smile. "Won't you have a seat, Mr. Monaghan?" "If it's all the same to you, ma'am, I'd rather stand. I've been sittin on the back of that bike since sunup." "That's fine, but you can lose the ma'am. Just hearing that word come out of your mouth makes me feel old as dust. People around here call me Alma and you can too. "Now, I know you want to get down to business, Mr. Monaghan, so first things first. Only my daughter, her man and I know the real reason you're here. As far as anyone else on this ranch is concerned, you're just a studhorse man staying as our guest for a few days so you can get a good look at some of our breeding stock. I've also sent the money as requested and I have the receipt right here." She pushed a piece of paper across the deck toward him but he waved it away. "That's fine. It ain't the money I wanted to discuss." He turned his gaze on Rebecca. "I know your mother sent the letter, but you do know how this works, right?" Rebecca had been lost in thought and his question jolted her back to the present, but instead of answering she blurted out, "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-four, ma'am." "Jesus Christ! He's six years younger than me and now he's calling me ma'am!" Rebecca swept her hand through her hair, pacing back and forth as if she might bolt at any second. "You'll have to excuse my daughter, Mr. Monaghan," Alma said. "When we sent that letter we were expecting a reply from your father. It was a shock to us both to learn he'd passed on and an even bigger shock when we were asked if his son could stand in his stead. Your father's name was well known in certain circles in these parts, but I have to confess no one I talked to even knew he had a son. At least, not one he called his own. No offense intended." "None taken," Chance said. "I never really knew my father that well, and I'm kind of a latecomer to the family business. I wish I could give you some references, but my line of work ain't exactly one clients are eager to leave testimonials about." "I understand, and I can assure you I wouldn't have sent for you if I wasn't confident you could get the job done." "Don't you worry about that, I'll get the job done." He locked his eyes on Rebecca. "By the time I leave this ranch, you will be pregnant." His words seemed to stagger her and she swayed for a second, caught off guard by the reminder of why he was really here. "The way it works is like this," he said. "You'll spend three nights with me, I can come to your room or you can come to mine, but there won't be no test tubes or in vitro. We'll do it the old-fashioned way, just like nature intended, and by the time I'm done you'll have what you wanted." Rebecca slumped to a chair, her hand on her belly as she eyed the boyishly-handsome stud standing opposite in his double-front Carhartts and plain white tee. She shook her head. "Archie ain't gonna like this." Chance raised an eyebrow. "Archie?" "My future son," Alma said, "but don't let that worry you, we won't have any trouble with him. He's already agreed to all of this. I wouldn't have sent for you if he hadn't." As if on cue, the door opened and a genuine cowboy stepped through, complete with Stetson, shitkickers and a giant gold belt buckle holding up a pair of faded Levi's that seemed two sizes too tight. He was stocky and curly-haired and he barely glanced at Chance before turning to Alma. "Ada said you wanted me?" Alma nodded at Chance. "Archie, this is Chance Monaghan. The man I told you we were sending for." "I thought you said this studhorse man was some old roustabout. Who's this kid?" "This is his son. I told you last week he'd be coming instead." "Oh yeah, guess I forgot." He circled Chance, sizing him up. Rebecca stood and moved to Archie's side. She tried to slide her hand into his but he pulled away from her. He said, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, kid, but I think you wasted your time comin down here. Ain't no way you're gettin this job done." "Don't worry about that," Chance said. "I'll get the job done." Archie tilted his hat back and grinned. "I don't think you're gettin the picture, pardner. You see, there's a reason Rebecca ain't had no young'uns. Let's just say that ain't a crib between her legs, it's only a playpen." Chance glanced at Rebecca as a look of anguish crossed her face. "Your letter said there was nothin physically wrong." "Because there is nothing wrong," Alma said, as she leapt out of her chair and shot Archie a poisonous glance. "My daughter is perfectly healthy. The doctors have confirmed it." "I keep tryin to tell you they're all quacks," Archie said. "If she's so healthy, then how come she ain't pregnant?" Alma stared daggers at him and then turned back to Chance. "What he is trying to say is that the doctors haven't been able to conclusively identify why these two haven't been blessed with a child. That's why we sent for you, Mr. Monaghan." Archie sneered. "Trust me, this kid ain't got what it takes to get the job done. We'd be better off keepin that money." Chance straightened up. "I don't aim to stay where I ain't wanted. If you want me to leave, just say the word." Alma's eyes filled with alarm, but it was her daughter who spoke. "No, please, don't go," Rebecca said. "We need you. Don't we, Archie?" She took his hand and squeezed it tight, not letting him pull away this time. Archie glanced toward Alma and took a deep breath. "I apologize if I misspoke. This situation's been a frustratin one, but Rebecca's right; we both want this. I ain't gonna lie and say I'm convinced it's gonna work, but I ain't gonna get in the way either while the two of you do what it takes to find out." He pulled his hand away from Rebecca and walked out of the room without looking back. Alma came out from behind the desk and slid her arm reassuringly around her daughter's waist. "We appreciate this, Mr. Monaghan. We really do." "I'm glad to help, and if it's alright I wouldn't mind takin a shower and catchin a nap." Alma pressed a button on an intercom and thirty seconds later a dark-haired woman came through the door. "This is Ada. She'll show you to your room, Mr. Monaghan." "Thank you kindly, and please, just call me Chance." * * * The sun was setting when he finished the meal Ada had brought to his room. Pork loin topped with raspberry relish and glazed carrots. He walked outside onto the second floor verandah that ran past his room and left the plate beside the door. At the bottom of the ground floor stairs, a black and white mutt watched him warily. Chance checked his watch. Quarter after nine. He headed back inside and took another shower. He'd just finished when he heard a knock. He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. Rebecca was there. So was the plate. The dog had licked it clean. She stepped into his room, a traveling bag under her arm. Chance eyed it with curiosity. "You plan on spendin the night?" "No...I mean...why, am I supposed to?!" "Relax," he said, "it was just a little joke." Rebecca gave him a weak smile as she kept the bulky bag close, holding it in front of her like a shield. Chance might have had a boy's face, but he had a man's body, lined with muscle. Not the kind of muscle born in a weight room or found in a bottle. This was lean muscle, hard muscle, the type earned through rough, mean work. No tattoos decorated his skin. Instead, scars crisscrossed his flesh and told a tale of separated shoulders, broken clavicles and dislocated knees. Rebecca felt the butterflies in her belly return as she stared at the towel slung around his waist like a gun belt and wondered at what might be hiding underneath. Swallowing hard, she said, "I better change." "Not a problem," he said. "I'll be waitin." Rebecca went into the bathroom. She dropped her bag on the floor and opened the window, leaning against it as she inhaled the cool night air. She stared across the yard toward the stables. Athair's familiar whinny came from inside as if he sensed her watching. But it wasn't Athair she was looking for. There was a small room connected to the stables and for the last few months Archie had called it home. She'd begged him to come back to the bed they were supposed to share but their failure to conceive was a sore spot for him. She prayed this would heal it. She'd gone to his room before coming to see Chance, hoping Archie could reassure her they were doing the right thing. The door was locked. When she knocked, he didn't answer. His light was on now. She could see his shadow moving on the other side of the closed curtains. But it was too late for any reassurances. She was already here. The decision had been made. Rebecca closed the window and stripped down to her underwear. Then she stopped and stared at herself in the mirror, circling her hand against her belly as she took a deep breath. When she stepped out of the bathroom she was dressed in a floor-length white nightie that covered her from neck to toe. Chance was sitting in a chair, naked except for the small towel around his waist. He grinned at her as he rubbed his hand across his sand-colored brush cut. "That looks hot," he said. She brushed a loose lock of hair back behind her ear and gave him a weak smile. "Thanks. My mom picked it out." He laughed. "That ain't what I meant. What is that, flannel?" "Umm, yeah, I think so." "It's the middle of summer. You'll cook in that. Wouldn't you rather take it off?" She shook her head. There was no way she was taking it off. Chance sighed. "All right, let's get this rodeo started. I guess you know already this ain't a date so there won't be no kissin, but if you've got a certain position you're more comfortable with, I'm happy to accommodate." Rebecca blinked. Were there more than two positions? "Uh, normal position is fine, thanks." He stood and came toward her and she took an anxious step backward, bumping into the nightstand and nearly knocking the lamp over. He gave her a reassuring smile as he pulled the bedspread back for her. "You can still change your mind," he said. "I'm sure you wouldn't be the first." She shook her head. "I'm not changing my mind. It's just important to me that you know...I've never been with any other man than Archie." "I respect that." "And the only reason I'm here is because we both want this, him and I." Chance nodded and walked to the far side of the bed. Rebecca slid beneath the blanket. She didn't look at him. She stared at the ceiling, stiff as a board, her hands clutching the cover up around her neck. Chance turned off the light. She heard his towel hit the floor and felt the cover lift. The bed sagged as he moved close. His leg brushed against hers and she tensed. "Sorry," he whispered. "You ready?" Rebecca's heart hammered in her chest. She knew if any of her girlfriends had seen Chance waiting in that towel they would have ripped their clothes off and tackled him like it was the steer-roping finals, but for her the situation she was in seemed about as sexy as a root canal. She wished it hadn't come down to this. She wished Archie would have agreed to one of the other options her mother had suggested. But now the bed was made and she literally was lying in it. Fighting back an almost overpowering urge to tear off the blanket and flee the room, she pulled her nightie up around her waist and shimmied out of her panties. Chance slid his hand near, startling her when his fingers brushed against her bare thigh. He said, "You, uh, you need me to get you ready first? You know, down there?" It took her a second to realize what he meant, and when she did her cheeks turned crimson. "No," she whispered, "just get it over with." The bed creaked as he moved on top of her in the darkness. She licked her dry lips and instinctively spread her legs. An image flashed through her mind of a young mare's eyes, wide with fright as a stallion was led back and forth in front of her with his menacing length swinging heavily beneath him. She could see Chance's silhouette above her and couldn't help feeling the same way as he prepared to mount her. He pressed his knee against the inside of her thigh to get her to open her legs a little wider as he moved between them, his weight on his knees and one hand. She knew where his other hand was and she gasped as something heavy brushed against her thigh. "You okay?" he whispered. "Yes, I'm fine." She clenched the sheets and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt his heavy length again, prodding and pushing where her legs met, eliciting startled gasps from her as he probed unsuccessfully in the dark. "Sorry," Chance whispered. "Do you mind givin me a hand?" Rebecca shifted her weight and spread her legs even wider. "That ain't what I meant. I really do need you to use your hand, you know, to guide me in." Rebecca stared up at the silhouette looming above her, not sure why she was so shocked by the request. Had she thought she could lay with him three times and never have to touch him? She blindly reached between his legs and her heart skipped a beat when she found what she was looking for. His cock was hard, really hard. She could barely get her fingers around it. She slid her hand down his length, trying to find his knob so she could guide him to her pussy, but his cock seemed to go on forever. An image of a stallion flashed through her thoughts again, his enormous length stiff and ready as he eagerly waited to mount a mare. She licked her lips as her fingers wrapped around the end of Chance's cock and tensed as she guided him to her tiny opening, not entirely sure his huge knob was going to fit. The instant she had him in position Chance pressed forward, trying to force himself inside her. Rebecca kept a tight grip on his shaft, squeezing him hard to make sure he didn't go deeper than she was ready for. But Chance didn't even make it past the entrance. "You're too tight," he whispered, "and you're not wet enough." Rebecca knew he was right. Her mouth wasn't the only part of her that was bone dry. But what did he expect? She wasn't one of those women whose pussy gushed at the thought of another man's cock inside her. She'd been with Archie for more than seven years and, though they'd had their rough patches, she'd always been faithful. Even though her mind might have been convinced the sacrifice she was about to make had a greater purpose, her body obviously needed a little more convincing. Something slick brushed between her legs, startling her. "What are you doing?" she hissed. "Gettin you ready," Chance whispered. "You don't want me stickin it in there when you ain't wet." He licked two of his fingers and gently rubbed them between her folds. Rebecca shuddered at the touch and, as he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside, circling it against her opening, a small gasp escaped her. "There we go," Chance whispered. "That's better." Rebecca swallowed hard, knowing the slippery feel between her legs wasn't from his saliva. Her pussy was betraying the rest of her body, coating Chance's finger with a drop of dew as he continued to tease her with his gentle touch. He brushed his fingers back and forth, paying special attention to her clit. Rebecca tilted her head back, trying to ignore the lightning bolts of pleasure he was sending arcing through her body, but it was impossible. Her heart was pounding and her mouth seemed drier than ever. When he finally pulled his hand away she gasped in relief and tried to relax, but she tensed again a second later when he pressed his knob against her. The Studhorse Man Rebecca shot her hand down to grab his cock, hoping to keep him from going too deep. But Chance grabbed her by the wrists and pinned both of her hands against the pillow beneath her head. "Relax," he whispered. "I ain't gonna hurt you." He pushed forward and she winced as she felt her body betraying her again, opening for him, inviting him inside. He spread her wide as he entered her and an unexpected groan burst free from between her lips. "Are you okay?" he whispered. "Uh huh." She tilted her head forward, trying to see between her legs, but shadows cloaked the place where their bodies met. Archie had always told her how lucky she was, always bragged about the size of his equipment. She'd had no reason to think otherwise; he was the only lover she'd ever known. But now, with Chance trying to ease his erection inside her, she was learning the hard way all men were definitely not created equal. He pushed forward again and she arched her back, twisting her head sideways as she clenched and unclenched her fingers, his strong hands still pinning her wrists against the bed. "I'll just put it in halfway to start," he said, "give you a minute to get used to it." "Uh huh," she moaned, in no position to object. Only moments later, and with her still in no way used to the thick pole stretching her tiny hole wide, he started to slowly rock his hips back and forth, fucking her with long, slow strokes. Rebecca felt her temperature rising, and not in a good way. Her long hair was matted against her face and her body was soaked with sweat. He was right -- flannel was way too hot. "Wait a second," she gasped. "I have to get this damn thing off." He straightened up and eased his swollen member out from between her legs. Rebecca yanked her nightie over her head and tossed it on the floor. Then she kicked the covers off both of them so the only thing left on the bed was their naked bodies above the sheets. She reached between his legs and licked her lips as she guided his stiff cock back inside her. There was no need to worry about being too dry anymore; her pussy was soaked. Rebecca gently bit her lower lip, embarrassed at the way her body kept betraying her and surprised to find her hands on Chance's hips, guiding him as he filled her with long, full strokes while the springs whispered beneath their weight. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, her hands still on his hips, her short, sharp breaths in time with his thrusts. She tried to convince herself it was Archie on top of her, not some twentysomething roustabout who had rode into her life only hours earlier, but two major differences made that deception nearly impossible. The first was the feel. Archie had a pair of love handles, or beer handles as he jokingly called them. Chance's midsection was a taut package of muscle moving in perfect symmetry. She slid her hands from his hips down to his buttocks, feeling them tense as he thrust into her. It reminded her of the first time she'd rode Athair bareback, feeling the sinewy muscle beneath his glossy hide pressed against her thighs. And the second reason why she couldn't convince herself it was Archie on top of her? Well, that should be obvious. Chance's breath came hard as he drove his big cock inside her, his long, slow strokes now replaced by a steady, pounding rhythm. His hips smacked against Rebecca's thighs, echoed by the sharp gasps that escaped her with every thrust. Every inch of him was inside her now. She tightened her grip on his sides, holding his hips like a pair of reins as she encouraged him to go faster, desperate for him to finish, desperate for him to come. Rebecca's head slumped against the pillow, amazed at the pace he was maintaining. Archie would have already been finished and lighting a smoke. Her sharp gasps were now a stream of steady moans as Chance banged his cock in and out of her, their bodies locked together as he did what he was paid to do. Neither of them spoke a word, but their bodies said volumes as he shifted his weight to make sure she was comfortable and her hand slid higher, stroking his back reassuringly as he filled her over and over. Rebecca hadn't realized it would feel so good -- she hadn't wanted it to feel so good -- and she tried to feel guilty but she was finding it harder and harder to focus. Her breathing had become irregular. Her whole body was tingling. She struggled to keep her composure but felt more and more light-headed as the room seemed to disappear around her. It was as if every ounce of her being had been narrowed to one point, and Chance's cock was hammering against it. Rebecca's entire body seemed to suddenly spasm. Any self-control she thought she had left vanished as she dug her nails into his back and pulled him close, crushing her body against his, crying out in sharp gasps as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. But if Chance noticed, it didn't show. He fucked her even harder, the springs groaning beneath their weight as he drove her into the mattress, lifting his hips high as he hammered his cock in and out of her. Rebecca tried to hang on as her body melted beneath him. He drove his thick shaft in to the hilt, every inch of him inside her, and kept it there. Rebecca's arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close as his entire body tensed against hers. He shuddered as he let out a long, low groan and her eyes went wide as she felt his pulsing cock unleash a torrent inside her. When he finally stopped shooting, he collapsed against her. Rebecca's chest heaved as she tried to breathe. The room seemed to be swimming around her. Chance straightened up and pushed the small window above the bed open. Cool night air rushed in and she drank as deeply of it as she could. "I would've opened it earlier," he whispered, "but I was worried someone might hear us." Her body was coated in a thin sheen of perspiration. He brushed his fingers through her sweat-soaked hair and gently pulled away a few loose strands stuck to her temple. "Thank you," she whispered, though the intimacy of his gesture caught her off-guard. "It's no trouble," he whispered back, "and I apologize if it seemed like I was takin my time. But I knew as soon as you came I wasn't gonna last much longer." I knew as soon as you came... His words echoed in her head, and the wave of guilt Rebecca had been looking for earlier crashed into her. She pushed him away. "I need to get up. Now!" Chance rolled off of her and Rebecca clamped her hand between her legs as she scrambled naked out of bed. She raced to the bathroom and closed the door, hiding inside as she desperately tried to clean up the mess oozing out of her. As soon as she was done she hurried to put her clothes back on and grabbed her bag. She left Chance's room without a word, just a remorseful glance back at him as he watched her go. She went down the stairs and raced across the way to the small door beside the stables. She banged on it with her fist. "Archie, I know you're in there. Please. Let me in. I just want to lie beside you." * * * The day's first cigarette was already half smoked when Archie finally worked his bloodshot eyes fully open. He squinted toward the window where the pale light of morning filtered through the curtain. It was gonna be a hot one. Not even worrying about the long trail of ash hanging off the hot cherry of the cowboy killer trapped between his fingers, he sorted through the cluster of empties on his nightstand until he found the one he'd been working on when he passed out. He tilted the half-empty bottle to his mouth and grimaced as he swallowed a mouthful. The warm beer tasted like bull piss. He took a second swallow and dropped his butt down the neck with a wet sizzle. He'd heard Rebecca banging on his door, begging him to let her in. But he'd made up his mind months ago when this whole baby thing blew up that he wasn't letting her back in until the whole damned matter was put to bed, and Archie Wright was a man who stuck to his guns. He picked up his crusty Levi's from where he'd left them on the floor and pulled them on, making sure to leave them unbuttoned as he donned his denim work shirt. He tucked it in, sucked in his gut and cursed as he tried to button his jeans up. He'd told that injun bitch, Ada, not to put them in the dryer. She'd shrunk them. When he finally worked the button closed he let his breath out with a huge sigh of relief. He sat back on the bed, rested for a moment, and then reached for his dust-covered boots. They were faded brown, full-grain leather, six-row stitched genuine shitkickers. He strained as he bent forward and pulled them on with a mighty effort, stamping the heels against the floor to get them full on. When he was done he had another rest and fought back the temptation to light up cigarette number two. Archie headed toward the dresser and grabbed his belt from the chair he'd hung it on. He threaded it through the loops of his Levi's and sucked his gut in again as he hooked his belt buckle to the last, homemade, eyelet. He grinned proudly at the oversized buckle, black steel with embossed gold letters. It had been first prize at a rodeo and proclaimed him as the 1998 WPRC Calf Roping Champion. He could have killed the pawn shop owner who'd sold it to him when a buckle bunny he was hitting on in Big Timber laughingly explained to him that the W didn't stand for Western, it stood for Women's; as in Women's Professional Rodeo Circuit. Archie didn't care. That big-mouthed bitch wasn't laughing when she went to leave and found him waiting for her in the parking lot. He showed her just how much man he was while she was on all fours in the front seat of his pickup truck with her jeans around her knees. It had been a close one though. He'd been sweating bullets when Rebecca wanted to know whose pink lighter she'd found between the seats. As he reached for his hat he ran his fingers through his hair. His headful of big curls had been rust-colored when he was young but a lifetime under the sun had washed them out, leaving them the color of sagebrush. He pushed his hat down, hiding his tumbleweed hair beneath, and ran his fingers across the wide black-felt brim. He smiled at the cowboy in the mirror. Now, that was a real man. He heard voices outside and went to the window. He peeked out the curtain and saw Alexa heading toward the stables. Rebecca's little sister, with an ass sweeter than cherry pie. She was twenty-two now but her skintight jeans showed off the same long, lean coltish legs that had drawn his eye when she was just a teenager. Back then every ranch hand had dreamed of the day when they might have those legs wrapped around them like a gold belt buckle, especially Archie. But he'd been smart enough to know her mom, his employer, wouldn't take kindly to him sweet-talking her fourteen-year-old daughter, so he'd set his sights on her older sister instead. It had taken him a few months to get a rope on her but he finally did, leaving her on her back in the stables with a headful of straw and his sticky brand between her thighs. Soon they were going steady which was a good thing for Archie because, in his case, landing Rebecca had been a matter of survival. The lead hand at the time hated his guts and wanted to get rid of him. He knew he'd need a leg up to keep his job, and what better way than dating the boss's daughter. Archie had never liked that lead hand. When his motorcycle ended up beneath the axles of an eighteen wheeler, with him on it, he'd been more than happy to step into the dead man's boots. Everything went according to plan until Rebecca got it in her head she wanted a baby. He'd been reluctant at first, he didn't need any rug rats under foot, but the more he thought about it the more he realized a kid might really tie him to the ranch, might make it his own one day. But then she didn't get pregnant and that bitch mother of hers, looking at him like it was his fault, had the nerve to ask him to go get tested. Hell, he didn't need to get tested. He knew his boys were kicking. One of the waitresses he was banging in Big Timber, he didn't have any problem getting her pregnant. He'd heard all the jokes. He knew the local boys said there were three places in Big Timber truckers liked to park for the night, between her legs being the favorite. He'd heard the whispers. He knew he wasn't the first cowboy to give her a ride. But when he'd felt that little wrangler kicking inside her belly and she'd insisted it was his he'd known she was telling the truth. The fault was Rebecca's, had to be. He'd tried to explain as gently as he could to her that nature just didn't intend some women to have a child, but her mother wouldn't let it go. She kept sticking her nose in and he had to keep shoving it out. Then she suggested the studhorse man. Of course, he'd said no. Until she made her offer. He knew as soon as she did he didn't have a choice. That waitress in Big Timber wanted money to keep her mouth shut. It would have been easier if she'd kept her legs shut instead. He peeked out the curtain again. Her studhorse man was standing at the bottom of the stairs near that shit for brains mongrel. Two mangy dogs together. At least his being here would get a couple of the bitches bothering him off his back, and when he was gone he'd take care of the third. Let them have theirs, Archie thought, I'll have mine. * * * Chance leaned against the railing, toast and coffee in his hands and the morning sun on his face. He spotted the black and white dog crouching in the shadows near the corner of the old house and he dropped his hand, holding out the half-eaten toast. The dog crept toward him and as he slunk into the sun Chance could see he had a mismatched pair of eyes, one slightly higher than the other and circled by a Frankenstein-like circle of stitches that wound around his scalp. He cowered as he neared Chance. "Come on, I ain't gonna hurt you." The dog stretched his neck out warily and tried to tug the piece of toast away but Chance held on to it, letting him work it free as he licked his fingers clean. He scratched him behind the ears as the dog sniffed at his sleeve. But there was a footstep to his right and the dog bolted. "Goddamn mutt," Archie said, as he ambled toward Chance. "Told him not to yap at them horses but he just kept it up until one of them went and kicked him in the head. Serves him right. I wanted to put him down but Rebecca wouldn't have it, insisted on callin the vet to stitch the damn thing up. Waste of money if you ask me, kinda like havin you come down here. You know there ain't a hope in hell of this workin." "How's that?" "Don't get me wrong, I don't blame you. A man has to go where the money is. But Rebecca, she's just plumb barren. Whatever you think you're packin in your popgun ain't gonna work." Chance didn't respond. He simply took a sip of coffee and glanced toward the stables. Archie pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Studhorse man, huh? Gotta say, that sounds like a helluva way to make a livin. "I heard about it before. I heard them Hutterites up in Alberta can't find good men so they hire guys like you. Get their daughters in a bed once they're old enough and have you come along and impregnate them. Hell, I heard some of them communities get so desperate sometimes they'll bring in a whole football team and line their women up for them young studs. "That true? That the kind of work you normally do, impregnatin them grain-fed virgins? I mean, hell, I wouldn't blame you if it is. A few months back some of them girls came through Big Timber on that rum-springer thing they do. The one I got friendly with wasn't much to look at, but she could sure suck cock. "That's what you do, right? Bang them grain-fed virgins? I hear they put up a sheet so you can't see her, but her parents sit there and watch the whole thing." Chance glanced at the heavy belt buckle around Archie's waist and then looked him straight in the eye. "What are you gettin at? You want to know if you can watch?" Archie blinked in surprise. "What the hell did you just say?" "It just seems like you're mighty curious about how I work. If you want, I can pull up a chair tonight so you can watch. I hear some men like that, watchin another man with their woman. Just a heads up though, there ain't gonna be no sheet between us." Archie's mouth tightened as he stepped back and curled his fist into a ball. He threw his half-finished cigarette into the dust in disgust and stormed toward Alma's office. Chance watched him go as the dog slunk back to his side, resting on his haunches beside him and letting him scratch behind his ear. Chance hadn't meant to bait Archie. He'd tried to hold his tongue. But Archie just wouldn't shut up. Chance had heard too many rodeo riders bragging about the buckle bunnies they were nailing while their wives were at home with a baby in one hand and a stack of unpaid bills in the other. Hearing Archie do the same thing left a bitter taste in his mouth. He heard movement in the barn and the dog slunk away again. Moments later a willowy, strawberry blonde sauntered out of the stables leading a powerful black stallion. She wore skin-tight jeans, riding boots and a red-and-white plaid long-sleeved shirt. The teenaged boy following her was armored in a flak jacket and riding helmet. He had a pockmarked face and his eyes nervously darted back and forth between the girl's ass and the horse's hooves as if he wasn't sure which intimidated him more. She stopped the stallion and stroked his side as she peered back over her shoulder and eyed Chance appraisingly. "You must be the studhorse man." "I am." "Hey, I'm Rebecca's sister, Alexa. This is Ajax. He's mine." She brushed her sun-kissed curls against the stallion's nose and he whickered softly as his nostrils flared and his penis slowly extended. Alexa leaned back to check out his erection and grinned as she nodded to the pockmarked teen, who immediately ducked underneath and started cleaning the horse's foot-long penis with warm water. Alexa held the stallion as he shifted back and forth and smiled over her shoulder at Chance. "He loves when I let him smell my hair because he knows it means it's time." As if on cue, another assistant led a dun mare into the far paddock behind a wall. In front of the wall was a phantom mount, a wood and leather contraption that looked like an old gym vault. The pockmarked teen scrambled out of the way as Alexa led the stallion toward the paddock where the teaser mare was waiting. Alexa led him back and forth, letting him catch the scent, but her eyes never left Chance. When the stallion was ready, she led him to the phantom mount and he immediately clambered on top of it. Alexa held him tight, whispering to him as his hips bucked. The pockmarked teen hurried into position beside the inanimate mare, grabbing the stallion's flailing penis and guiding it into the artificial vagina gripped in his other hand. Ajax snorted and his eyes rolled as he thrust forward, filling the collection bottle seconds later with a voluminous amount of semen. "Good boy," Alexa said, stroking his side as she led him away from the mount while her assistant disappeared through a side door with the prize semen, desperately trying not to spill any. As she took Ajax back to his stall, she flashed Chance an inviting smile. "Maybe you'd like to smell my hair some time?" * * * The sun was half-gone and the moon was out when Rebecca knocked on his door. Chance opened it barefoot and shirtless, dressed only in a worn pair of jeans. "You're early," he said. "No travelin bag tonight?" The Studhorse Man She stuffed her hands into her pockets and shook her head, trying not to stare at his lean, well-muscled torso. "You were right, flannel was a bad idea." He shut the door as she stepped into the room. "I showered about a half hour ago, but I can take another if you want me to." "It's fine," she said. The blankets were already pulled back, the bed was ready. She moved to the far side and swept her hair back as she stared down at it, memories of the night before still vivid. Chance was on the opposite side, watching her, his thumb hooked in his jeans like he just needed a signal from her so he could take them off. Rebecca licked her dry lips, not sure why he still made her so nervous. She'd thought once the first session was out of the way the next two would be easier. Instead, she'd tossed and turned all night. The memory of lying with him filled her thoughts and made sleep impossible. She'd tried to talk to Archie. He'd been in the office, arguing with her mother. But just like always, he didn't want to talk. He said he had work to do. Rebecca had work to do, too: three nights of it, with tonight only being the second. Chance was going to be just as busy. It was time to get at it. She said, "Can you turn the light off?" He did, but the twilight filtering through the curtains kept the room from complete darkness. She could still see him in the dusk. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. She looked away when she realized he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He slid beneath the blankets. She removed her bra without taking her top off and shimmied out of her jeans. When she crawled in beside him she was only wearing panties and a t-shirt. He was completely naked. He turned toward her and touched her thigh. She stiffened. "Is -- is it okay if tonight we just talk or something first?" she asked. "That ain't a problem." He pulled his hand away and leaned back on his pillow. "What did you wanna talk about?" "I don't know." She turned toward him, letting her gaze linger on his torso as her eyes adjusted to the weak light. "How did you get those scars?" "I used to do rodeo." "Bull riding?" "Nope, broncs." "I didn't know you liked horses." "I actually don't, and they don't like me much either. I guess that's why I used to get such high scores. They couldn't wait to throw me." She laughed. "I've never heard of a studhorse man who doesn't get along with horses. If you don't like them, why join a rodeo?" "I don't know, I guess it was a way out, a chance to go places I might never get to go otherwise." Rebecca eyed him thoughtfully. "Were you any good at it?" "I made a livin for a few years, that's all." He lay back with his hands behind his head, staring at the fan circling above them. Rebecca stretched out a finger and traced it along a faint scar that circled from beneath his arm and across his chest, trying to read the story it told, and as the scar faded she continued, sliding her hand across his smooth torso, feeling the hard muscle packed beneath. "I bet you collected a lot of championship buckles," she whispered. "A few." "And buckle bunnies?" He grinned. "A few." He turned toward her. She went to pull her hand away but he stopped her, keeping her palm pressed against his chest as he slid his own hand beneath the blanket. "We should get started," he whispered. She trembled at his touch as he brushed his fingers across her thigh. "Wait, I'm still kind of sore from last night," she said. "You're a little bigger than I'm used to and it, umm, took you a really long time to finish." "Sorry." "It's okay, I was just thinking that tonight it might be better if you, uh, got yourself a little closer to the finish line first. Do you mind?" If Chance was surprised by her request it didn't show. He rolled onto his back and the room was soon filled with a soft fap fap fap sound as he masturbated beside her. Rebecca shyly turned onto her side, watching the blanket bounce. His eyes were closed. He breathed through his nose, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he jerked himself off. She slid closer, not sure why she was still so nervous. He'd already come inside her once and she knew before she left his room he'd be coming inside her again. She licked her dry lips and pressed her thigh against him as she slid her fingers across his taut abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle and tendon. Chance slid his free arm behind her, pulling her close while still stroking his cock. Rebecca knew he was doing it for her. She wanted to help. She grazed her fingernails across his flesh as she rested her head on his chest and flicked her tongue lightly against his nipple. Chance groaned and the blanket started to bounce even higher. Rebecca's pulse quickened as she kept teasing his nipple with the tip of her tongue. He slid his hand down the back of her panties and squeezed her ass. She slid her hand down his abdomen, and when she reached the edge of the blanket she lifted it to peek underneath. Chance's hand bounced up and down, working his big cock. He was so stiff, so erect. Rebecca pushed the blanket lower, down around his thighs. He was completely exposed now. Her head was on his chest, listening to his heart pound as she watched him masturbate. He pulled his hand out of her panties and slid it up her side, pushing her t-shirt up above her breasts. Rebecca sighed as he caressed her, cupping her soft flesh against his hand as he tweaked her rock-hard nipple. He slid his arm back down around her waist and she gasped as he pulled her up the bed so her head was higher than his. Then he twisted on his side and nudged her t-shirt out of the way as he pressed his mouth against her breast. Rebecca moaned as he gently sucked on her erect nipple and teased it with his tongue. He jerked off even faster. His balls were bouncing. Rebecca couldn't resist reaching down to feel how full they were and the instant she touched them Chance groaned. She gently rubbed and massaged them. He removed his hand from his erection and her hand quickly took its place. She tugged on his cock, giving him long, full strokes. He was so thick she could barely get her fingers around him, and when she felt his hand sliding back into her panties she jerked him off even faster. The room spun around Rebecca. She was on her knees now, her legs spread as Chance's eager fingers played with her pussy. She stroked his cock with both hands. His thick pole was at least eight inches long and she licked her lips when she saw how purple his knob was getting. However, he still wasn't anywhere close to coming. At least, that was the excuse she told herself as she bent forward and took his cock between her lips. If Rebecca had been surprised earlier when she'd wrapped her hand around his shaft it was nothing compared to the shock she felt now that he was inside her mouth. It was like her body was on autopilot. She moaned as she sucked him, one hand still pumping up and down his stiff length. Chance's fingers were in her hair now as he slowly worked more and more of his thick pole between her lips. Rebecca struggled to breathe through her nose. She'd never sucked a cock this big before. She could barely get her mouth around it. She circled her tongue around his sensitive flesh, gliding her wet lips up and down his erect shaft. Suddenly, he groaned as he yanked his stiff cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. "What's wrong?" Rebecca asked. Chance's chest was heaving as if he'd just run a marathon. "Nothin, I just figured I better stop before I went off in your mouth. That's what you wanted, right? Just to get me close to the finish line?" Rebecca blushed as she stared at his heavy cock, swaying hypnotically back and forth in front of her face, still slick from her oral ministrations. She'd been so intent on sucking him off she'd almost forgot the real reason the two of them were there. She yanked off her panties and quickly got on her back. Chance moved between her legs as she spread them and her hand automatically went to his cock, stroking him a few more times as she lined him up with her pussy. She licked her lips and said, "Uh huh, this is what I wanted." * * * Ada, the cook, was American Indian. She'd left the reservation ten years earlier. English was her second language. Crow was her first. She also made a hell of a cup of coffee. It was dark and bitter, just the way Chance liked it. He wandered out of the kitchen with his second cup in his hand, black. The summer sun was still low in the eastern sky and he squinted toward it, staring at the distant mountains as he took a sip. He heard a snort and a jangle of harness from the stables. He peered inside the entrance, but from his angle all he could see was a pair of legs. They were in worn leather cowboy boots and a pair of jeans tight enough to show off every inch of the curvy ass inside. She sauntered out of the stable, leading her horse, and when her eyes fell on Chance her face lit up with a smile brighter than the dawning sun. "Morning, cowboy," Rebecca said. Chance nodded. "Mornin, I thought you were your sister." "Oh, disappointed?" "Not at all." He sipped at his coffee and lowered his eyes, openly admiring her ass as she raised herself on the toes of her boots to adjust Athair's saddle. She saw him looking and her cheeks colored. "Don't know what you're staring at, didn't you get a good enough look last night?" Chance hid his grin behind his coffee cup. She'd definitely given him an eyeful the night before. Their foreplay hadn't seemed to have made a difference. After climbing on top of her he'd rode her hard for almost ten minutes, only stopping when she begged him to change positions. She'd ended up on her hands and knees, all of the blankets on the floor, the two of them completely naked in the middle of the bed. He fucked her from behind for at least five more minutes -- his thick cock filling her pussy, his hips smacking against her ass -- before he finally came. Rebecca barely said a word the entire time. She just moaned; her face pressed into the mattress as her fingers clenched and unclenched at the sheet beneath them. He wasn't sure how many times she came. Chance took another sip, his eyes still on Rebecca as she readied Athair. "Headed for a ride?" "I am. I was supposed to meet Archie and Alexa, but I guess they decided to start without me. You want to come and keep me company? We've got lots of good horses. I can have one saddled and ready in just a few minutes." "I'll pass thanks. Like I said, horses and I don't get along too well." She laughed. "You also said you were a champion rodeo rider." "Yep, but that's only because of how bad them broncs wanted to kick me off." She led Athair out into the sun, toward Chance. The tall gelding seemed to nod at him and then nuzzled close to Rebecca's ear as he whickered softly. She said, "See, he likes you." "Not like he loves you." Rebecca smiled and turned toward Athair, caressing his face as she blew softly in his nose. He whinnied in pleasure. She showed Chance the hard candy between her teeth. "He loves mint. Do you want one?" "I'll stick to coffee, thanks." She effortlessly mounted Athair. "You sure you don't want to come? On hot summer days like this, morning's the best time to ride." "I prefer the nights," he said, with a knowing smile. Rebecca blushed. "That's not the kind of ride I meant. See you later?" He nodded, watching her ass bounce lightly in the saddle as she trotted away. As soon as she and Athair were clear of the main buildings, she squeezed her legs together and took him into a canter; one with her horse as they rode together toward the east. "Sometimes I think that old buckskin is the only thing keeping her here," a voice beside him said. Chance glanced to his right. He'd been so intent on Rebecca he hadn't heard her mother come up beside him. "Morning," Alma said, as she watched her daughter disappear into the distance. "I bought Athair for her when she was thirteen, right after her daddy died. I hadn't planned on it. But when the man selling him told me his name meant father, well, sometimes it seems like some things are just meant to be. "He was a good man, my husband, and a dreamer, just like Rebecca. You know what he wanted to raise when we bought this place? Alpacas. Can you believe that? Alpacas!" She shook her head. "Me, I can't tell an alpaca from a llama. I was raised on a horse from breakfast to bed, raised my girls the same way. When my husband died that's what I stuck to and it seems to have worked out okay. You ride?" "Not anymore," Chance said. "Horses and me, we don't get along." "Yeah, my husband had the same problem. He's buried out there right beside our son. We lost him when he was only three, and I'm sure I don't need to tell you that no parent ever wants to outlive their child. When they lowered that little box into the ground I tried to stay strong, I still had two daughters to take care of. But my husband, well, it damn near broke him. "We had a stallion, same one that sired Ajax, and that horse was wild. He wouldn't let anyone ride him. As soon as we got back from the funeral my husband went straight to the stables and wouldn't you know it but that goddamned hell-born bastard decided to let him on. "I can still see them racing breakneck across the fields, still hear my husband screaming at that horse to go faster. It was like he figured if he rode him hard enough he might find our little boy and bring him back. "The two of them went on like that for about a month. Then one evening when they were out in the north quarter a storm blew up, biblical with lightning strokes. And a little after dark that stallion came back wild-eyed and smelling like brimstone, his rider gone. "We found my husband the next morning, dead. Lightning had hit him. How that horse found his way back, I'll never know. We found out later he was blind. The same bolt that killed my man took his sight. Guess they found our little boy after all." Alma stared in the direction her daughter had ridden, lost in memory. "There's still too many ghosts for her here, makes me wonder what's going to happen the day that buckskin's gone. May sound selfish in a way, but I sent that letter knowing a child might be the only thing that will keep my daughter here." Chance stared at her. "What about her fiancé?" She rolled her eyes. "Archie? I can't tell you how many times I've suspected that bastard of sticking his pecker in the wrong cookie jar. If he were mine, I would have sent him packing a long time ago. Unfortunately, my daughter's the loyal type. A little too loyal, if you ask me. And they ain't engaged." "How's that?" "Rebecca wanted to get married. In fact, she was the one that asked him. Archie said he didn't need a preacher or piece of paper to tell him he loved her. She took that to mean their love was stronger than some words in a book. I think he just didn't want to be nailed down. "He didn't want a baby either, that was another one of her ideas. I think she figured it might convince him they ought to be husband and wife. He went along with it, but then she didn't get pregnant and he blamed her. "I told them I'd pay for a clinic to find out what was wrong but he said he didn't need no doctor. He knew Rebecca was the problem and that was that. I tried to get her to go on her own but she wouldn't. She was too worried about hurting Archie's pride, too loyal. "When I told him I wanted to send for a studhorse man I think he thought I was joking. But when I asked my daughter she was dead set against it. She said, 'Archie won't want him here, so I don't either.' "Like I said, sometimes my daughter is loyal to a fault. I knew it wasn't her I had to convince. I brought Archie to my office. He swore up and down that there was no way he was letting a stranger mount his woman like some broodmare. He said it was a waste of money. He said if he couldn't get Rebecca pregnant, no one could. He told me right to my face my daughter was never meant to be a mother." Alma turned toward Chance, her eyes hard. "I told that bastard I'd make him a deal. I told him what I was paying you and said if you didn't get the job done I'd pay him the same amount, ten thousand dollars. "Boy, that sure changed his tune. His eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. He asked me if I'd double it. Hell, I would have quadrupled it. I agreed, and asked if I could send for you. "You know what that bastard said? He told me for that much money, you can bring in a whole damn football team. "Archie told Rebecca he'd changed his mind and wanted to send for you. I think it kind of caught her off guard. I think she hoped he'd finally come around to the notion of being a father. She has no idea how hard he's cheering for you to fail. "I think that's why he got his back up when he first met you. He thought it was some old man firing blanks coming down. When he walked in the office and saw you standing there all full of juice he looked like a rattler had bit him. "But I'll be honest," Alma said, "now that you're here I've actually had some second thoughts of my own. I know my daughter will be a good mother, but I pity the child that ends up with that man for a parent. I bet you'd be a good father." Chance nearly spit out his coffee. "Me? I wouldn't know the first thing about that." "But you're a studhorse man. I heard your daddy helped father hundreds of kids in his time. You must already have a few dozen of your own scattered across the plains." "Takes more than that to be a father." "Never wanted to claim one of those children as your own?" "That ain't how this job works." "But your daddy claimed you as his own, right?" Chance laughed. "Not my father. He never wanted anyone callin him daddy, especially not me. You see, my father loved plantin seeds. He just didn't like bein around when it was time to bring in the crop. And he was never too choosy about whose field he decided to plant in, either. "If a girl was pretty enough, he didn't bother waitin around for anyone's permission. That's how it was with my mother. She never planned to get pregnant. She just had no idea a night with my father basically guaranteed it. "She couldn't keep me so she brought me to my family's home to let my father know she was givin me up for adoption. Of course, he wasn't there, he rarely was. "My aunt answered the door. She was a widow by that time, childless. She and my uncle had tried for years to conceive with no luck. Imagine what that must have been like for her, knowin your brother has the power to make any female pregnant and you're the only woman in the world he's forbidden to touch. "Now, she had this girl on her porch tellin her she wanted to give me away. My aunt wouldn't have it. She took me to raise as her own, but when my father found out he wasn't none too happy. "He told her he'd never call me son. That was fine with my aunt. She was a hell of a better father than he ever would've been. She was also the only mother I ever knew. She raised me, not him." "But you became a studhorse man too?" He sighed and nodded his head. "Yep." "You and my daughter, it will work won't it?" "Ain't failed yet." * * * Rebecca knocked lightly on the door, hoping Chance wouldn't mind her being fifteen minutes early. Across the way, his black motorcycle waited in the shadows of the barn. He'd been working on it when she'd returned from her ride, getting it ready to take him away. Chance opened the door. He'd been in the shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist. She was wearing her favorite pair of cowboy boots and a short summer dress that was almost see-through when the sun hit it at the right angle. The Studhorse Man She smiled and stepped into his room. "I guess tonight's our last night." "Guess so." "Three times is the charm?" "Yep." "How do you know for sure?" "It's just the way it's always been, for my father and all the other studhorse men in my family before him." "And for you, right? The other women you've done this with, three times was all it took?" Chance took a deep breath. "I've got somethin to tell you, somethin I should've said the first night before we started this." He took Rebecca's hand and led her to the bed to sit beside him. "I never wanted to be like my father," Chance said. "I never wanted to be a studhorse man. I left home when I was a teenager to join the rodeo and when my dad died a few years ago I didn't even go back for the funeral. "My aunt handled all the arrangements, took care of the family home and settled his affairs. Not that there was much to settle, he didn't do much after the cancer came. And nowadays, with modern medicine, there ain't much call for a studhorse man. "But my aunt found a letter addressed to him. She opened it and, after she'd read it, called me. She had this crazy notion I could help the woman who'd sent it, a woman who owned a horse ranch in Montana and was desperate for her oldest daughter to have a baby." "Wait a second...my mom's letter?" Chance nodded. "Then, you mean..." "You're the first. There's never been any other women." She put her hand on her belly, dazed by his confession. "Then how do you know this will even work?!" "I don't," Chance said, "but my aunt's convinced it will. She says I've got the gift, same as my father and his father before him." Rebecca stood and swept her hand through her hair, staring at him in disbelief. "How could she know? How can she be sure?" "Because of this." He leaned forward and took a contact lens from his eye. When he looked back up at her his left eye was now blue instead of brown. "My father had the same mismatched eyes and so did his father before him. My aunt said there's only one of us every generation. She says it's the mark of a studhorse man, and she knew I was one the moment she first held me and looked into my eyes. She tells me this is my destiny. It's what I was born to do." "But, you don't know..." "Nope, and I would've said somethin earlier but my aunt honestly needs that money your mother sent. Without it, she'll lose the family home. My father was never known as a man who worried about his debts and me...well, let's just say bronco bustin don't pay like it should. "I'm prayin you get the child you want, but you were right; I can't make no promises. So if you want me to go, I understand why. I'll leave tonight and you've got my word that your mother will get back every cent." Rebecca sat on the bed beside him, her face in her hands. The butterflies in her belly had returned. She didn't know what she'd do if this didn't work. She didn't know how she could face Archie if he was right, and there was something wrong with her. But she did know one thing. "I don't want you to go," she whispered. Chance gently brushed a loose lock of hair back behind her ear. She turned toward him, staring at his strange, mismatched irises. "They're beautiful," she said, and wondered, if she had a son, if he'd have the same eyes as his father. Chance laughed. "Without my contact I'm practically blind." He bent forward to put it back in. When he looked up at Rebecca both of his eyes were brown again. He said, "So, do we finish this up or do you want me to cut out?" "My mom told me about your birth mother," Rebecca said, "and how she wanted to give you away but your aunt wouldn't let her. Told me how she took you in and raised you as her own. Your aunt doesn't sound like a woman who makes a lot of mistakes and she says three times is the charm, right?" "She does." "Well, we've already gone this far. I guess someone has to be the first." She stood and started to undress. Chance moved to help, his touch gentle as he helped her slide her dress off. All she had on underneath was a new pair of panties she'd picked up in Big Timber that afternoon, and she gently bit her lower lip as his fingers grazed across the silky fabric. She turned toward him. His eyes lingered on her breasts. He brushed the back of his fingers against her erect nipple and his touch made her tremble. She pulled his towel away and caught her breath when she saw how stiff he already was. He pushed her back on the bed and she shuddered in anticipation as he slid on top of her. He was completely naked, his lean, well-muscled body solid against her soft flesh. She reached between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his length, intoxicated by the feel of his hard, thick cock. "Let me suck you again," she whispered. He didn't answer. He was preoccupied by her breasts, teasing her nipples with his mouth as she tugged on his cock. "Let me suck you," she whispered, almost pleading. "I don't think so," he answered, his breath hot on her flesh as he brushed his lips against the soft skin of her shoulder and nuzzled her neck just below her ear. Rebecca's eyes fluttered. His touch was driving her crazy. Her need to suck his cock was almost unbearable. "I need to get you ready," she gasped. "Just let me use my mouth for a few minutes." Chance grinned as he pried her fingers free from his stiff length. "Don't worry, this will get me ready." He hooked his fingers in her panties and Rebecca's heart skipped a beat as she lifted her hips and let him slide them off. Both of them were completely naked now. The blankets were all over the floor. Only one white sheet was beneath them. Chance moved between her legs and Rebecca squirmed as he grazed his fingertips along the inside of her thighs, teasing the soft flesh. His mouth was only inches away. He kissed the inside of her hip and her back arched in anticipation. So close. The tip of his tongue grazed against her and a moan escaped Rebecca. She couldn't remember the last time Archie had done this. Whenever she'd asked, he'd give her a look like she'd told him to scrub the bathtub. Chance obviously had no such objection. His mouth was against her now, his strong hands keeping her legs apart as his tongue explored her sweet, tender flesh. Rebecca arched her back again, squirming against the sheets as his tongue parted her folds and found her clit, shyly hiding beneath. He circled his tongue against her and then gave her a few gentle flicks. Rebecca gasped and slid her fingers into his hair, holding him tightly as she kept his mouth right where it needed to be. Her heart was pounding in her breast. She felt like a young buckle bunny, naked in some rodeo rider's room after the show as he tried to break her. But Chance didn't need to get a rope on her; he already had her. Rebecca pushed him away, lust in her eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked. She didn't answer. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, his cock sticking straight up as she reached down and guided him between her legs. As soon as he was in position she lowered herself and an involuntary moan escaped her as his thick pole spread her wide. But she didn't stop. She kept going until he was all the way in. Then she slumped against him and pressed her mouth against his. She slid her fingers through her hair as she kissed him hard, her lips crushed against his, her tongue inside his mouth. She could feel his cock pulsing like a heartbeat, completely inside her. She swiveled her hips, grinding her pussy against him. And then she broke the kiss with a gasp. "Oh god, I'm sorry," she said, as if realizing for the first time what she was doing. "I forgot, you said we weren't supposed to kiss." "Trust me, this won't be the first time I broke a rule." Chance rolled her over onto her back, his cock still buried inside her. And then he crushed his lips against hers. Rebecca moaned into his mouth as his tongue toyed with hers. He arched his hips, fucking her with long, full strokes, and she wrapped her legs around him to make sure he didn't stop. The bed groaned beneath their weight, the springs squeaking with a steady rhythm as the headboard banged against the wall. The ceiling fan circled above them, witnessing the whole thing, but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other, his fingers in her hair and her lips against his ear. She murmured encouragement as he picked up the pace; her hands on his hips signaling him to go faster. Chance groaned as he pumped in and out, her tight opening like a vice around his thick cock. Rebecca's sharp gasps became loud moans. She begged him to fuck her harder. She begged him to come. His face was a mask of concentration as he hammered his cock in and out of her. The bed sounded like it wanted to break. "Oh fuuuuck," she groaned, as his cock drove her toward the edge. "Come for me. Come inside of me." Chance nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, every muscle in his body taut as he focused on her. Rebecca's eyes went wide and she gripped his arms to hang on as he fucked her even harder. She could feel it coming, could feel his cock swelling, pulsing inside her. Chance's eyes popped open and he crushed his mouth against hers. Rebecca's tongue met his, her fingers in his sweat-soaked hair as she held him close, hungry for his kiss. He groaned and she felt him exploding him inside her. Rebecca's eyes fluttered as she came too, her pussy clenching his thick length as an orgasm shuddered through her. He sat up, his chest heaving as he dragged his spent cock free. He wiped beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and opened the window to let the cool night air in. Rebecca was spread-eagled on the bed, trying to catch her breath. A thick white dollop of his cum oozed from her tender pussy. "Is that it?" she said. "Am I...?" "Probably, but I imagine it'll be a few weeks before you know for sure." He went to the bathroom and came back with a damp cloth to clean her up. When he was finished she climbed out of bed, still dizzy from what they'd just done. She pulled her panties back on and went to grab her dress. Then Chance reached out and took her hand. "You don't have to leave," he said. "You can stay if you want -- just to talk." Rebecca licked her lips and looked toward the door. "I'd like that," she said, and climbed back into bed beside him. * * * Rebecca's eyes fluttered open. It was dawn. She was still in Chance's bed, curled against him. They'd talked until almost one in the morning. She'd asked him if he'd come back one day. When he answered maybe, she knew it meant never. Other than her thin panties, neither of them had bothered dressing. She'd lain beside him, her body pressed against his, listening to him talk. The touch of her skin made him hard again. He half-jokingly asked her if she wanted to go a fourth time, just to make sure. She smiled and said no. She was already sure. The butterflies in her belly were gone. She couldn't say how, but she knew she was pregnant. She had to be. And she knew it wasn't Chance's child. It was hers. The baby was a gift, just like Chance had been when his mother had laid him in his aunt's outstretched arms; a gift to her from her studhorse man. She crept out from beneath the sheets and dressed without a sound. Chance was sprawled across the bed, sleeping with one arm stretched across the space she'd just been. She wanted to see him before he left so she could thank him for everything he'd done, but there was someone else she needed to see first. She snuck out the door and crept down the stairs. The morning was cool, the summer sun still low in the eastern sky. She needed to see Archie. She needed to let him know. But when she reached the stable she walked silently past the door where he slept. There was someone else she wanted to tell. She found Athair in his stall, his eyes and ears alert. He'd known she was coming. She glowed as she brushed her cheek against his and whispered in his ear, "I think I'm going to be a mom." He whickered as if he understood and nuzzled her hair. She hugged him, pressing her face against his neck, and then she heard it. Like a wind blowing loose tack against a wall. Thump thump thump. At first, she wasn't sure where it was coming from. But when she turned toward the sound she realized it was coming from the small room the man she thought she loved had decided to make his home. She reached out and turned the handle. They didn't hear the door open. Archie was naked from the waist down, his jeans with the big rodeo belt buckle on the floor beside him. He was on top of her, his ass flexing as he thrust into her over and over. She was sprawled beneath him, her coltish legs spread wide as he spent his lust inside her. They both seemed to sense the chill from the open doorway at the same moment. "Oh my god!" Alexa cried, as she desperately tried to push Archie off of her. He stumbled off the bed, his half-hard cock still slick. He grabbed for his jeans and shouted, "Rebecca! Come back here!" But she was already gone. Rebecca ignored them as they called behind her. She threw the stall door open and grabbed Athair's mane just above the withers as she clambered on top of him. She cried for him to ride and he bolted from the stables, nearly knocking Alexa over as she came running half-naked out of Archie's room. The black and white dog with the mismatched eyes skittered out of the way as they barreled past, with Rebecca bent over Athair as he carried her bareback through the yard and galloped past the big house. They rode far out over the range, Archie's betrayal seeping through her like a poison as she wept into Athair's mane. At first, she'd thought maybe he'd been trying to tip the scales, maybe he'd thought it was some form of compensation for his agreeing to let her spend three nights with Chance. But Rebecca knew as soon as she saw the look of fear in her sister's eyes that this wasn't something new; it had been going on for a long time. She wasn't sure how long she rode or how far. She ignored the ghosts behind her, calling for her to come back. But then she heard another sound and realized in an instant what it was -- a motorcycle. He was going away. Athair heard it too. His ears swiveled toward the throaty rumble rolling across the hills. Rebecca cried, "Ride, Athair, ride!" The horse bolted across the plain, his hoofs pounding against the hard-packed earth as Rebecca clung desperately to his mane, bareback astride him. She could hear the motorcycle winding down, its drone disappearing into the distance as it took her studhorse man away. The wind bit at Rebecca and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as she pushed her horse harder and harder. Athair thundered ahead, bloody flecks in the froth at his mouth, his frantic gasps for air a roar in her ears. The heat coming from him was like a furnace and his hide was lathered with sweat. She could feel his chest heaving, hear his blood pounding. "Stop, Athair, stop!" Rebecca cried. She leapt off his back and raced around to hold him. His entire body shuddered with fatigue. His heart hammered in his chest. And his eyes rolled, knowing he'd failed her. The studhorse man was gone. "Oh, Athair," she cried, her voice the only sound left on the quiet of the prairie. "I'm so sorry." She knew she'd pushed him too hard. She desperately looked around, knowing she had to cool him down. Thinking there might be a pond in the area, she led him toward a nearby rise. Athair spotted the small pool immediately and trotted toward it. But it wasn't the water that caught Rebecca's eye. A small black shape crouched like a beast at the crossroads in the distance. A rider sat on top. Rebecca walked slowly down the hill, thinking he had to be a mirage, but by the time Athair reached the pond and tilted his head toward the water she was in a full run. Chance climbed off his motorcycle and removed his helmet, watching as Rebecca ran through the grass and ducked under the fence. When she reached him she threw herself against him. "I thought you were gone," she said, holding him just as tight as she'd held Athair. He stroked her hair and kissed it. "I was, but I had to stop so I could try to talk myself out of it." "Out of what?" "Headin back for you." She stared up at him, tears welled in her eyes. "You wanted to come back for me?" He nodded. "I heard the commotion. Your mother told me what was goin on. I left right away, worried what might happen if I stayed." "Why? What might happen?" "I'd try to make you mine." Her eyes went wide. She whispered, "You don't need to. I'm already yours." "What about Archie?" "What about him? He gave me up a long time ago. I know that now." Chance brushed her hair back behind her ear. "You need to go back and talk to your family about this?" "My family's right here," she said, and pressed her lips against his. When she finally broke the kiss, he said, "What about him?" She turned and saw Athair was now at the fence by the roadside, watching them. She hurried toward him and hugged him, pressing her face against his neck. "I'm going away, Athair, but I'll be back because there's someone I'm going to want you to meet. You go home now, and don't forget that I love you." The buckskin gelding whickered softly and nuzzled her hair with his nose. Then, as if he understood, he turned and headed riderless back up the hill in the direction of the ranch. Rebecca headed back toward Chance, and smiled as he handed her a helmet from his saddlebag. "You ready?" he asked. "I better be. I've been waiting for this my whole life." She climbed onto the back of the black motorcycle and wrapped her arms around him as he started it. The engine roared to life and Rebecca glanced back over her shoulder. Athair was at the top of the hill, framed by the big blue Montana sky. She blew him a kiss. He dipped his head. And as the motorcycle slipped into gear and rolled forward, taking Rebecca and the studhorse man away, he turned and began the long walk back home. * * * Thanks for taking the time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please don't forget to vote as this is a contest entry. And, of course, any comments or feedback are always appreciated! ~ Seanathon.