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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue

  Stallions

  Jade Carr

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  Stallions

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  What’s Inside

  Deliciously helpless, she gave up keeping everything in focus. Nokoni sucked on one breast, teased and kneaded the other until she couldn't think for her pounding heart. Hah-Tee slid his free arm around her waist and freed her jeans. The zipper lightly raked her belly.

  She'd worn bikini panties today because they put her in touch with her sexuality, but a little extra bare skin was nothing compared to a man behind her and another in front. By blinking repeatedly, she managed to bring Nokoni back into focus. The big man had crouched catlike in order to fasten his mouth around her breast, so he could lay claim to her.

  By putting all her concentration into it, she managed to take a double-fisted hold of his hair. Thick and coarse, it reminded her of a horse's mane, but what he was doing to her breasts was all man, a male who knew what she needed.

  Was it instinct, his innate ability to climb inside her nerve endings? Maybe both men had the same ability, some gift from who or what had created them.

  Her jeans still clung to her buttocks, but with the zipper out of the way, Hah-Tee had no trouble getting his hand under the denim. His fingers slipped beneath the poor excuse for underwear.

  She squirmed. The dangerous, delicious fingers inched closer to her core while Nokoni's mouth abandoned one breast and claimed the other. "Oh, God!"

  "Relax," Hah-Tee whispered.

  "If you think I can, you don't know anything about women."

  His fingers drifted through her pubic hair. "I'm learning."

  She couldn't remain still. Hah-Tee wasn't tickling her, more like awakening her nerves via fingers that knew her better than she did herself. Maybe she could fully concentrate on what was taking place between her legs if Nokoni's attention hadn't been centered on her breasts.

  Just when she was concerned her legs would give out, desert air brushed the breast that had been in his mouth, alerting her to its unwanted freedom. She'd give anything to have the big shifter claim her like that again, to somehow tongue both breasts at the same time. If she died today, what a wonderful way to—

  "Listen to me, "Nokoni said. "You trust us, don't you?"

  "Yes." She hoped she wasn't lying. "It's me I'm not sure of."

  "Is that good or bad?"

  "I don't know."

  "Maybe you will know by the time we're finished with you."

  Finished? "What are you going to do?"

  His rough fingers cupped her breasts and lifted them, sending yet another jolt through her.

  "What you need."

  Oh, yes! "And that is?" she challenged.

  "This."

  Hah-Tee continued to hold her against him via the arm over her chest. Maybe his strength should alarm her, but she was too deep into sensation for that. These remarkable men had sandwiched her between them, a masculine hand blanketing her mons while take-charge fingers inched toward her nipples. She swam in her captivity, drifted in electric heat.

  "You want both of us. At the same time," Nokoni said.

  Contents

  What’s Inside

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue

  Jade Carr

  Chapter 1

  There they go!"

  The announcer's words barely registered. Terena Rothrock locked her entire focus on the ten horses at the starting gate. She could sense their gathering muscles before they exploded out of the gate. Just like that, the years she'd spent apart from horses fell away. She became a teenager again, bent low over the straining neck of a galloping horse—mare, stallion, or gelding, it didn't make a difference. The creature's strength and determination seeped into her, and she lived for the feel of powerful muscles in motion.

  She shook off past memories so she could concentrate on this moment and shielded her eyes against the hot sun. Arizona spring heat seeped into her back, dust from the dirt track billowed into the stands, and splinters from the wooden bleacher threatened to stab into her butt.

  No more than two seconds had passed since the starting gun assaulted her ears, but already one of the horses was pulling ahead of the field. The horse, a tall burgundy mare with white markings on her chest, ran as if she were floating. Her muscles rippled, and her hoofs rhythmically attacked the ground. Terena had no doubt she galloped because she loved speed, not because her rider was encouraging or forcing her to.

  Ah, yes, Terena reminded herself, the rider. As man and horse all but flew past, she turned her attention from the gorgeous young animal to the slim yet sturdy Hopi with long glossy black hair flowing behind him. Her cousin rode as she once had, part and parcel with his mount. Ahote Rothrock wouldn't have simply agreed to jockey the mare for a mere paycheck. He was sitting on some fourteen hundred pounds of animal because nothing made him feel more alive.

  And because this horse was incredible!

  Terena had picked up the racing schedule as soon as she'd arrived at the county fairgrounds. There were three stallions in this race. They should be in the lead—not this two-year-old, still-growing mare. The mare continued to float, her movements becoming more magical with every step. Terena half believed the mare was running on a cushion of air—a swift-moving
current.

  The one-length lead became ten. Seconds later and only halfway into the race, the chestnut her cousin was astride led by fifteen lengths. It couldn't be! No horse could run that fast.

  "Do you believe this, folks?" the announcer screamed, his voice mixing in with the excited audience's yells.

  He said something else, but clapping and static ate up the words. It didn't matter. Something unbelievable was happening this afternoon at a small-town racetrack in central Arizona. Like everyone else in the stands, Terena was on her feet, clapping. The cowboy boots she seldom had reason to wear drilled the wooden plank beneath them. The bleachers creaked and complained. What did she care whether it collapsed? She'd breathe with the lightning-fast mare. They'd shared the same muscles, heart, and lungs.

  "Run, you beautiful thing! Run! Feel it, feel it, feel it!"

  Twenty lengths, then another five. Ahote and the wonderful flying beast beneath him surged around the turn and neared the finish line.

  "Explode!" Terena screamed, not caring that the mare couldn't possibly have even more speed in her.

  But the mare did. With maybe a hundred feet between her and the end, she kicked into an impossible gear. All around Terena, the fans went crazy. Much as she ached to join in the screaming, she couldn't, because her throat had closed down. Hot tears burned her eyes and then her cheeks.

  Decibel by decibel, things quieted until she could make out what people were saying. Everyone was still excited, of course, their reactions ranging from good-natured disappointment because the horse they'd bet on had been blown away to disbelief. It didn't matter that there was no speed gun or timer here; no one doubted that they'd just witnessed a miracle.

  Terena wiped her tears and looked around for a way to get out of the stands. Knowing Ahote—well, it had been a few years, but they had grown up together, so she knew his personality a bit—he'd be anxious to get away from the crowd and into the stables at the rear of the fairgrounds.

  "He won't answer your questions. Don't ask him to explain what just happened," she'd tell anyone who tried to get more than words of one syllable out of him. At least he'd talk to her. Maybe.

  The people on either side of her showed no sign of leaving, which wasn't surprising, since there were still races to be run. Fortunately, the three middle-aged women directly below her were, in their words, going to feed their faces, and shuffled toward the aisle. If she could step over and down without losing her balance, she'd follow their escape route.

  A prickling along and down her spine told her she was being watched. A little resentful—she was weary of explaining that her features represented both her Hopi and white heritage—she waited until she'd stepped down and then looked around.

  Two men stood in the aisle watched Ahote guide his mount toward the exit area opposite the stadium. No, they weren't just standing. Well over six feet tall with shoulders that would never fit in an airplane seat, jeans that clung to narrow hips, flat bellies, and long, black hair, they grabbed her full attention and brought heat to her cheeks. She wasn't the only one. Instead of concentrating on their quest for food, the three women who'd been sitting below her turned and stared at the men. Really? They probably were young enough to be their sons.

  Something about the men's scrutiny of her cousin made Terena uneasy. She understood interest in the winning horse and her rider, but this was more. Almost hostile in intensity.

  Perhaps they'd somehow locked into her thoughts because as one they turned toward her. Native American, she concluded. Their obsidian eyes tracked her every move, or rather, her lack of movement. The phrase deer caught in the headlights pretty much summed up how she felt. Instead of trying to figure how to cut and run, she wrapped their bold scrutiny around her. If this was their idea of a sexual come-on, what the hell. She was ready, primed, and hungry.

  Not that it was going to happen, but she could dream about standing between them with no way out and their hands all over her. Getting naked.

  She pictured herself sans a single piece of clothing, flanked by the two men who resembled professional football players, when the slightly taller one's attention shifted from her to his companion. The taller one's expression changed from bold scrutiny to challenge. His jaw clenched, and his gaze narrowed. Throwing out his white, T-shirt-clad chest, he took a half step toward his companion. Arms at his sides and fingers curling into fists, the other man, who appeared to be a little younger, faced the taller one. She recalled the day last fall when she'd watched two mustang stallions fight for dominance. Would these men battle over her?

  Before she could shrug off the insane thought, the shorter, younger man stepped back. The way his eyes narrowed told her he hated giving way, but for reasons known only to the two of them, that was the way of their relationship.

  "You mind? You're blocking the way."

  Startled, she looked over her shoulder at an elderly man with narrow shoulders and a massive belly a few feet away. "I'm sorry. Hold on."

  Putting off the moment when she'd be eye to eye and maybe body to body with the two dark-skinned, black-haired strangers, she concentrated on her footing as she wove her way around several people until she reached the aisle. She lifted her head and looked around. Having fought her own battles and watched her own back since she was sixteen, she checked for the men. They were no longer where she'd seen them but were instead halfway down the stairs, the dominant man leading the way. Studying their wide, cotton-encased backs instead of weathering their intense stares should have been easier on her nervous system and a certain region between her legs. It wasn't. If anything, her awareness of herself as a sexual creature increased. She didn't want to think about how she'd respond if they were any closer.

  Yes, definitely Native American but not Hopi or Navajo like the majority of Arizona's indigenous people. Most wouldn't note the difference between members of the various tribes, but because of her mother's genetics, she wasn't in that camp. Going by the ragged ends trailing nearly to their shoulder blades, she guessed they cut their own hair. Both wore cowboy boots and jeans that did things to their asses that made her mouth water, but she knew better than to assume they were cowboys or ranchers. Horse races brought out the wrangler in a lot of people. For all she knew they were—what?

  The man in the lead had already reached the bottom and the other was a step away from joining him when the second paused, turned, and looked at her. A fair measure of her career success came from her ability to read expressions, but she had no idea what he was thinking. He studied her, his deep-set eyes threatening to pull her into a place she'd never been.

  Would she want to go there? She might get burned, or worse.

  Then he dismissed her and joined his companion. They wouldn't disappear into the crowd because they were too tall for that, but their long, strong legs would soon take them out of sight. She'd never see them again.

  Good. She'd come here to try to talk to Ahote because her aunt and uncle—his parents—had begged her to. She'd do her job. Well, she'd give it her best shot. Then she'd…

  Chapter 2

  Ahote had taken the saddle and bridle off the fleet-footed mare and was walking her around the gravel parking lot behind the bare-bones stables when a still sexually aware Terena spotted him. The young mare pranced, paying no attention to Ahote but looking at the horizon instead.

  Several other riders were cooling their mounts while slipping disbelieving looks at Ahote's mare. Given how the two big Native Americans had studied Ahote and his mount, she half expected to see them here. She wasn't sure how she felt about their absence, maybe more disappointed than relieved.

  Watching Ahote—whose tension made her think of tightly strung barbed wire—she tried to find the boy who'd been her constant companion when they were growing up on the Hopi reservation. Ahote was six months older than her, but he'd been slower to discover the opposite sex. He'd been even more reluctant to sit in a classroom, and they'd been equally adventurous. They'd even shared the same restlessness that had
taken them from the land of their ancestors.

  Maybe Ahote's parents had sensed their son's restlessness from birth, which was why they'd given him a name that meant Wanderer. As for why her own mother had drawn on the Hopi heritage she'd ultimately rejected when she'd named her only child for the earth, Terena would never know.

  Ahote was a full-blooded Hopi, while she was whatever the hell a half-breed was. However, they'd pretty much grown up under the same roof and had received the same upbringing. Restrictive. Isolated from the modern world.

  That's what they'd believed at the age of sixteen, when they thought they'd known everything. The question she wanted answered today was whether he'd matured as much as she had. If he hadn't—well, she'd told Aunt Lenmana and Uncle Shuman she'd try. That was all she could do.

  Watching Ahote stroke the mare's sweaty neck, she had no doubt he still loved horses as much as he had when they were growing up. Where had he found this amazing creature?

  She headed toward her cousin. He gave her a distracted glance. Oh, she'd seen that one before, the one that said he didn't recognize her and to back off. Then his dark gaze returned to her.

  "Oh, shit," Ahote breathed. "It's you."

  "Yep." She pushed back an imaginary cowboy hat. "It's me, all right. And to get to the point, holy shit." She stepped around Ahote and stroked the mare's neck. Being around the horse took her back to her childhood when she'd spent endless summer days on horseback keeping an eye on her uncle's cattle.