Mustang by Piper Stone
Chapter 1
Mustang
Cattle. Steers. Beasts.
What the hell was I doing here? As I glanced around the crowd, I realized I wasn’t entirely certain I was the man for this job. Huffing, I rolled my eyes before noticing one sexy as fuck copper-haired gal standing near the fence surrounding the animals. Shit. Even my cock twitched in appreciation. She was a delicious breath of fresh air in a sea of testosterone. Long legs in a tight pair of blue jeans. Hair the color of burnished sunshine and a body that could drive any man crazy.
To say I was horny as hell was an understatement.
I could only imagine the way her sweet lips tasted. My visions turned into filthy images of exactly what I’d like to do to her.
Strip her bare.
Feast on her pretty pink pussy.
Fuck her like some wild stallion.
“And Lot 57 is now on the auction block. Take a look at these prized Herefords.”
The crowd cheered as a parade of cattle was brought into the ring. It had been awhile since I’d heard raucous applause during a cattle auction. Hell, it had been years since I’d spent time around livestock at all. The thought was bittersweet and not one I cared to add to the mix. The majority of my past I’d locked away making my return to Montana that much more difficult.
My fantasy shattered, I shifted my attention to the center of the ring.
I stood with my arms folded, studying the auctioneer. He was damn good at his job keeping the crowd enthusiastic while bringing the best price for a collection. There was nothing like the stench in the air to drive my thoughts back to the sexy cowgirl, even if she did seem out of place.
And the odor had nothing to do with the cows.
What the hell was I doing here?
After hearing a few robust snarls, my attention was drawn back to the cowgirl. What the hell was she doing? Taking pictures, one after the other, even crowding close to the temporary fence surrounding the group of cattle. While capturing the event wasn’t necessarily unusual, I could tell her interference had riled several of the cowboys, two of them storming in the cowgirl’s direction. After a few choice words that were obviously in disagreement, one of the assholes even had the audacity to give her a hard shove, pummeling the gorgeous creature to the ground. The hit was hard, the hat she was wearing flying off.
My cock was now shoved hard against my jeans, my libido on overdrive. Even from where I stood, my twenty-twenty vision allowed me to catch a glimpse of her furious face as she jumped into action, taking long strides, slamming her fists against the same guy who’d pushed her. Then the auctioneer entered into the fray. For a few seconds, I had the distinct feeling that fists were going to fly. I couldn’t help but smile. The girl had balls. I liked that in a woman. The feistier the better.
For a few seconds, everything seemed to return to normal, the auctioneer speaking briefly before walking away. What did the girl do? Not back off. Instead, she egged them on.
“Asshole cowboys,” she snarled.
The girl had a mouth on her, one that was going to get her into heaps of trouble.
When she was shoved again, her back slamming against the rail, not a single asshole attempted to help her. “Oh, fuck this,” I muttered, taking long strides in her direction, pitching three of the burly men aside, anger cutting through me like a knife. “I think you owe the lady an apology,” I barked, glaring every man in the eyes for a few seconds.
“Mind your own damn business,” one of the assholes had the audacity to say.
And two of them were stupid enough to laugh.
Within two seconds, my hand was wrapped around the throats of two of the jerks, the pressure just enough they had difficulty breathing, their arms flailing as they attempted to get out of my hold.
“Fuck,” at least two of them growled.
“I make it my business to come to the aid of beautiful women in need, especially around a bunch of Neanderthals such as yourself. Now, you can apologize to the lady or I can continue digging my fingers into your necks and I assure you, I would enjoy doing that, adding more pressure every few seconds. The trouble with choice number two is that at some point, you will stop breathing.” I gave them a huge grin, savoring the fear in the cowboys’ eyes.
The cowgirl jumped to her feet, shoving up her jacket sleeves as if preparing for a fight as she cursed under her breath.
“Or,” I continued, “I might simply choose to twist my wrists. At that point, you’ll hear very sharp cracking sounds, the flash of pain blinding. At least for a split second or two. My suggestion is that you make it easy on yourselves and simply say you’re sorry.” When a fourth asshole acted as if he was going to try to stop my actions, I snapped my head in his direction, widening my grin as my eyes twinkled. “And I’ll just continue from there. One. By. One.”
“Jesus Christ, buddy. We were just having a little fun,” one of them half whispered as he lifted his arms and retreated.
“Boys, you need to break it up and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” While the security guard acted as if prepared to make good on his claim, I couldn’t help but notice the smug look on his face, a nod of appreciation tossed in my direction. Evidently, the cowboys were troublemakers.
Fortunately, the two in my hold managed to nod.
I released my hold, moving to stand beside the girl.
She cocked her pretty little head, offering a saucy smile of her own as she tapped her cowboy boot on the ground.
“Sorry, ma’am.”
“Apologize.”
“Won’t happen again.”
While the apologies weren’t heartfelt, I doubted they’d try that shit again for a while. The guard waited until they decided to break it up. As soon as they moved away, I yanked her by the arm, dragging her toward the back of the auditorium.
“What the hell are you doing?” she insisted, fury crossing her face. “Let go of me!”
“I’m trying to keep you out of trouble.” I realized my answer didn’t suit her well at all. “Cowboys don’t take too kindly to having their pictures taken.”
“Free country.”
Visions of hogtying her down, taking an extended period of time to explore every inch of her body were far too stimulating. This wasn’t the place or the time.
She jerked out of my hold, acting as if she just might make the mistake of slapping me.
“Sweetheart, I’d be careful if I were you. I am a dangerous man.”
Laughing, she placed her hands on her hips, trying to stand as tall as possible. There was such swagger in everything she did. Seeing the most incredible light green eyes staring back at me was as unexpected as my body’s continued reaction. My cock remained at full attention, the rush of heat becoming a firestorm. “I don’t need your kind of help, dangerous man. I suggest you mind your own business.”
I inched in front of her, forcing her to walk backwards and against the wall, planting my hands on either side of her head. Damn it I didn’t have the desire to kiss her, my cock aching to the point it was pinched against the zipper of my jeans. What the hell was I thinking? “And I suggest you learn some manners.”
Using just a single finger, she pressed it against my chest, chuckling as her eyes fell to my crotch. “A rough guy, huh? Be careful, cowboy. You might have just met your match.”
When she stroked her hand across my cock before sliding out from beneath my arms, every inch of my body erupted into white-hot flames. The second she turned and winked, blowing me a kiss, the primal beast deep inside of me almost took over.
After controlling my raging libido, all I could do was laugh before walking back toward Tanner, the ranch’s foreman, my heart thudding. I never had this kind of a reaction to a sassy little filly.
“Who is that girl?” I muttered as I moved closer. “A reporter?”
“No, just a chick who’s been asking some questions, pissing people off. You know, I thought you might be ready to take her for a ride,” Tanner said, grinning. “Would have been kind of fun to watch.”
“Very funny. More like dragging her across my knee.” When she turned again, giving me a bright smile and a wave, I knew our paths would cross again.
As a matter of fact, the cowgirl was the one who’d met her match. After all, I was a dangerous man, one used to getting exactly what I wanted, whether or not the other party agreed. And I wanted her.
Soon, her voluptuous body would be writhing under mine, my cock thrusting in and out savagely. Her mouth. Her pussy. Her asshole. As often as I craved.
She would surrender.
She would obey.
Then she would belong to me.
