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  “I don’t need to stay … No …” He kept walking. “YES! Yes! Please go back to the room!”

  He stopped and looked down at her. Her face buried in his neck. He sighed.

  “Look at me Alexandra.”

  She lifted her head and looked at him. Her blue eyes swimming in tears.

  “You are coming home and you are going to stay there until … well … we’ll sort that out later. I don’t want to have to look for you here again. Is that clear?”

  “Yes.”

  He turned around and walked back into her room, kicking the door closed behind him. He lowered her legs to the floor, but held her tight against him. He fisted his hand in the hair at the nape of her neck and twisted her head back. His lips covered hers and he kissed her deeply, immediately going deep and drinking from her as if starved. He ended the kiss and released her. She swung around and headed for the bathroom. She took some time to get her emotions under control before she walked back into the room. Paul was busy packing her clothes in her suitcase.

  She grabbed clean underwear and pulled on jeans and a check shirt with sneakers. The trip back to the Ranch was done in silence. Each of them immersed in their own thoughts.

  At the Ranch, Paul carried her luggage directly up the stairs and turned to his room. Alexandra stopped and glowered at him. He could not take over and make decisions on her behalf!

  “I want to stay in my own room.”

  “Not an option.” He did not even stop or turn around.

  “Paul! I am not going to stay in your room!”

  He ignored her and disappeared into his room down the passage. She stood glaring after him at the top of the stairs. He appeared in the doorway.

  “It is late. Do you really want to aggravate me any further tonight?”

  She clamped her lips together and folded her arms over her chest.

  “You are not listening to me. I am not staying in your room! I am sure Gloria would be quite upset if she arrived here and found me there.”

  The expletive that echoed down the passage made her flinch and then she turned and ran down the stairs. He caught her the moment she took the last step and threw her over his shoulder. He marched back up the stairs and whacked her so hard on her bum when she struggled, she got tears in her eyes.

  He put her down in the center of his room after he kicked the door closed behind him. He turned away and started to undress. He speared her a glare when she did not move.

  “Get naked, Alexandra. I told you, I am not done with you yet.”

  She scowled at him.

  “You are totally demented if you for one moment believe I will spread my legs for you again! You made it very clear this morning that sweet Gloria is now the new flavor!”

  He folded his clothes away neatly and turned to her. She slapped his hands away when he reached for the buttons of her shirt.

  “Leave me alone!”

  He lost his patience and took the two edges of the shirt at the top and ripped the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Her bra followed and when she headed for the bathroom he picked her up and threw her on the bed. Before she even settled on it, he had her jeans and sneakers off. She panted and pulled up against the headboard.

  “You are a jackass, Paul Shuttle! A medieval jackass!”

  “Well then, let me not disappoint you.”

  He grabbed her leg and pulled her to the middle of the bed. She struggled and aimed a kick at him with her other foot, but he grabbed it too and flipped her over on her stomach. She screeched and cursed him when he tore her panties and pulled them off. He lifted her hips and the next moment she cried in shock and froze.

  Paul’s mouth settled over her sheath and he pushed his tongue inside her wet heat. The heat that rushed through her nearly incinerated her. She clawed at the sheets and took deep choppy breaths. Her core throbbed with every sweep of his tongue deep inside her.

  “Nooo … you … ohlordohlordohlord!”

  She felt boneless and when he flipped her on her back again she did not even think to struggle. He lowered his head between her thighs again and slowly licked up and down her clit. He pushed his shoulders under her legs and his hands closed around her breasts, gently kneading, caressing and flicking over her nipples. His tongue stroking her clit relentlessly. He licked a long slow path over her outer lips, all the way down and then back up, slipping inside on the way back. Alexandra keened helplessly, the feelings he generated with his wicked tongue and fingers engulfing her so that she felt as if a volcano has come alive inside her.

  He pushed his tongue deeper, stroking all around the sides of her heated channel, probing deeper, sucking and kissing her sensually. He withdrew one hand from her breasts and slowly caressed and rubbed her clit. She panted, cried and mewled, burning up and the pressure inside her built to bursting point. She clutched desperately at his arm and the sheets below her, her hips thrusting against his mouth.

  He probed deeper, and sensually stabbed at her G-spot. She shrieked at the immediate spasm of pleasure that tightened her core. He was relentless, he stabbed, he stroked and she screamed as her orgasm rushed through her, tightening every muscle in her channel. He did not stop, his tongue kept stroking, he sucked at her juices and his finger pinched her clit.

  “Please stop! Oh God … Paul it’s too much! Please … ooohhh!

  She tried to move up against the bed, away from his fingers and his tongue, but he followed and continued feeding her orgasm, until she keened low and lost her ability to breathe. Then he stopped and waited. Her chest heaved when she managed to catch a breath, but her inner muscles still clamped around his tongue. Alexandra screamed when his tongue probed again and his fingers rolled and pinched.

  “Noo … I can’t … Please!”

  He kept going and he used his mouth, tongue and fingers on her mercilessly until she was so weak she could not move, she could just beg and cry as he drew climax after climax from her. Her clit was so sensitive the slightest touch was agony and triggered the pressure to build and explode even when he just leaned close and blew on it.

  “I beg you! No more! Please … honey … please!”

  He moved up over her body and settled between her legs, grinding his shaft against her clit and she cried, clutching at his shoulders.

  He looked into her eyes, the desperation hovering close to the surface. He shook his head and she gasped.

  “Please Paul!”

  “No, Alexandra … remember you asked me to warn you before I make you lose control again? Well, Angel, this is your warning.”

  She shook her head and her eyes pleaded.

  “Please no more! Not tonight! I beg you!”

  He looked down and lazily played with her nipples and she gasped when they immediately pebbled to hard painful nubs. He kept rolling and pinching them between his fingers. Alexandra pushed her head into the pillow. The pleasure shooting straight to her clit, which he gyrated against. She tried to push deeper into the mattress, her clit so sensitive she wanted to scream. And then she did when he sucked her nipple into his mouth and bit the tip. Rolling his shaft hard against her clit and she climaxed, her mind in shatters at the unexpectedness of it.

  “That, Angel, was just to prepare you … now … you will give me everything!”

  She cried, she begged, she pleaded, but Paul was adamant she realized she belonged to him. That she responded to him alone and her body craved his alone. He took her to the edge over and over again. He kept her hanging there in anticipation, just to bring her down and then immediately surged her to the heights of pleasure. Her release always teetering on the edge, but he kept denying her. Her whole body trembled, her skin sizzled where ever he touched, and her clit was so sensitive she cried every time he touched it. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and her body scorched with need.

  Paul turned her on her belly and pulled her on her knees, her shoulders on the bed. He fondled her sheath and her clit and she mewled. He leaned over her back, pushing her hair from her face.


  “Now, Angel … you will give me your all!”

  He slammed into her, hard fast and deep. Alexandra screamed as she climaxed blindingly with the second thrust. He continued plunging, grinding on his teeth, leaning hard into her, driving to generate consistent friction against her G-spot. He felt her continuous contractions of her inner muscles around his shaft and he plunged harder, faster. She cried helplessly, clutching the sheets. Paul forced his own climax back and he continued to feed hers, rubbing and stroking her clit all the time. She begged between her cries and she screamed for mercy, but he could not get enough. His desire to feel her need for him driving him on until her body pulsed uncontrollably and she cried and screamed as if in pain. Her inner muscles gripped and milked him so hard he knew she had no control over her body and could only ride through it.

  He thrust furiously and shouted with his head thrown back when his release shot from him, leaving him weak. He withdrew from her and turned her around. She panted and her eyes were wild and panicky, her body jerking uncontrollably.

  He spread her legs and eased his still hard shaft back into her channel, still contracting hard. He groaned as her muscles immediately gripped and pulsed around him and milked him deeper. She threw her head back and cried, thrashing her hips against him.

  “Paul … please … make it stop!”

  He spread her legs wider and sat up between her legs, ensuring there was no further pressure on her clit or nipples. He stroked her thighs tenderly, wincing at her continued and hard milking of his shaft inside her. Maybe he took it a little too far. She was just too responsive and because of her little experience and never been properly seduced she did not know how to deflect intense stimulation.

  He stroked her belly and whispered soothing words. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, she continued to thrash against him and she keened helplessly.

  “I can’t stand this … anymore! Damn you! Don’t just sit there! Do … something! Please, please take … me again!”

  “Angel, if I do I will just be feeding it further. You have to ride through this now.”

  “I don’t … care! Just … take meee!”

  He could not deny her plea and he slowly rose to his knees, pulling her hips up with him, her back sloping and her shoulders flat on the bed. He held her hips and started to thrust, slowly, but hard and steady. Alexandra held her breath, feeling the pressure building higher, even though her inner muscles was constantly clutching and releasing.

  “Harder … please … faster!”

  He complied and plunged ferociously until she screamed and he felt her clutching him so tight he could not breathe. Her whole body was bent upwards, as tight as a string. He kept thrusting and grunted when he once again felt an orgasm rushing through his groin to explode inside her. He kept thrusting short and hard inside her until he felt her muscles slowly release their strangled hold on him inside her. He withdrew from her immediately and she cried out. He lifted her in his arms and walked into the shower. He stood with her in his arms under a lukewarm shower until her shivering stopped and her cries died down. He dried her tenderly and then himself quickly and carried her back to the bed.

  He lied down beside her and pulled her tight against him and wrapped his arms around her. He took her arm and placed it around his back.

  “I hate … you!”

  “Yeah … I figured you would.”

  He softly stroked her back and only closed his eyes to sleep once she became slack against him in a deep exhausted sleep.

  Chapter Twelve

  Alexandra stretched and groaned when all her muscles complained and tightened. She opened her eyes and realized she was alone in the bed. Her skin still tingled from all the pleasures Paul tapped from her body. She clamped her legs together, her sheath still quivering inside.

  She sat up and saw with a shock that it was already after eleven. She shot up and moaned when her inner muscles complained at the sudden pressure. She cursed and searched for her suitcase, only to find that all her clothes have already been unpacked into the walk-in cupboard. She snorted and dressed quickly in khaki colored cargo pants with a white strappy shirt and white sneakers. She tied her hair up again and walked downstairs.

  “Dearie, I was just about to come and see if you’re awake. Come, I made some sandwiches.”

  Alexandra followed Ellie to the side patio. She packed a plate full of sandwiches and told Ellie she needed to get to the Lab and would eat there. She turned back at the door.

  “Where is Paul?”

  “Samuel and he went to draw samples from the far end pasture water troughs and dams. He said they should be back around two this afternoon.”

  Alexandra nodded, relieved that he was not around. At least she would have some time to get her rampant emotions under control. She never knew she was capable of giving as much as she did him last night. She hated him for forcing her to lose control. For forcing from her what she should be giving freely. And that after he could not keep his hands from Gloria!

  She read all the reports and results from the analyzer and sighed with relief. There was one constant and it was the Strongylus vulgaris or bloodworm. They have a varying life cycle of between six to eleven months. What concerned her was that the heavy concentration that appeared in the trough samples. With heavy bloodworm infestation it could cause severe or even fatal colic or blood vessel ruptures that lead to extensive blood loss and death.

  She quickly checked the larvae count in Figurado, Yellow Blossom’s colt, blood sample and cursed. It was excessively high and she worried whether she would get the antibodies here in time. She quickly phoned Wade and explained the situation. He promised to arrange with the Animal Decease center in Kentucky to send the antibodies and antibiotics immediately and it should be delivered within two hours. She also asked him to have them send the emulsions they cultured and distributed a year before, specifically for destroying internal larvae. If she could destroy them, rather than treat them over a period of time, she would be much happier.

  She was already filling the syringes with a combination of the emulsions and the antibodies when Samuel and Paul returned. She stiffened when she heard his voice as they walked towards the lab.

  “Hi Alexa. Phew … what are you doing?”

  She did not look up and stiffened when Paul’s hands fell on her hips and he kissed her on her cheek.

  “I … ahum … identified the larvae as bloodworm and Wade had medication delivered. I’ve already phoned Brett to come and assist. We need to inoculate all the horses immediately and every day for seven days thereafter. They need to take an antibiotic every morning for fourteen days. Wade is sending a team in the morning to clean the water reserves. I can’t find any sign of infestation in the streams and dam samples. It seems the troughs were deliberately infested. I assume you have kept the horses away from it?”

  “Yes, we have been taking water to all the pastures from the dams you cleared last night already.”

  “I can’t believe that any person can do such cruel things to animals, and for what? I am so, so angry! And I am worried about Figurado. He is so heavily infested … he is so sma …”

  She swallowed and could not stop the tears from falling. She turned to Paul and hit her fist against his chest.

  “Why do people DO things like this!”

  Paul pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She clutched him around his back and cried. He stroked her hair and huddled her even closer. Brett arrived and Paul asked him to start the inoculations.

  “We can’t … lose him, Paul. He was … so brave … when he … was born!” She stammered brokenly against his chest.

  “He is still brave and very strong. With your help, he will be fine in no time. Stop crying now, Angel. Enough, Baby.”

  He took her pony in his hand and pulled her head back gently and captured her lips in a sweet and tender kiss. Their eyes met when the kiss ended and he gently wiped the tears from her face. He noticed the flare at the back of her eyes and he wince
d. She was still angry with him.

  “I still hate you!”

  “Yes, I imagine you believe that.”

  She glowered at him and pulled from his arms. She cleared her throat and stepped back from him.

  “We will have to wait with the chip implants until the seven day inoculations are completed.”

  She turned around and walked out of the lab towards the outside.

  “Blondie, where are you going?”

  “Away from you!”

  “I still want talk to you, Alexandra. Come back here!”

  “Oee … come see Shuttle! Your latest flavor just arrived. If you wait just there I’ll send her running. You could always use the vet’s bed!”

  “Alexandra! I am … you are really …”

  “Yoohoo Paul! That plump, blond woman said you’re in here!”

  “PLUMP! Listen here sticky legs …”

  “Gloria, what are you doing here again?”

  Alexandra stood fuming in the entrance of the stable glaring at them. He smiled, his eyes slowly caressing over her body to hover over her straining breasts.

  “Shuttle, I am warning you!”

  Gloria whipped her head around and glared at Alexandra.

  “Oh, you are still here. Why don’t you run along? I am sure you have some … cleaning you have to do somewhere.”

  “Yes, I do! Right here in this stable!”

  Alexandra has had enough of the pretentious syrupy, sweet Gloria. If she as much as touched Paul with even the tip of a nail she would drown her in the most infested water trough! Paul noticed the glitter in her eyes and walked towards Gloria. He was just a tad too slow.

  “Let’s go, sticky legs! You have overstayed your welcome!”

  “Well, I never! What are you doing! Ahhh … ouch! Let go of my hair! Paul help me! Ouch!”

  Paul gaped at Alexandra who had Gloria’s hair wrapped around her fist and pulled her towards the entrance of the barn. He took another step and she halted him with a glare.

  “Don’t you dare take another step!”

  “Help! Somebody help! This woman is crazy! Ouch!”