LOVE OF A RODEO MAN (MODERN DAY COWBOYS) by Bobby Hutchinson Page B
Authors: Bobby Hutchinson
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greater effort. With absolutely no grace or d ignity, Sara clutched whatever parts of the horse she could and screamed bloody murder, passing an astounded Mitch at what amounted to a full gallop.
Her hat blew off, and she felt herself begin the inevitable slide that was going to take her down to the ground, now rushing past Steamboat’s hooves at an alarming rate.
Chapter Six
Sara was aware that poor Steamboat was actually making a desperate effort to keep her in the saddle; each time she lurched to the side, Steamboat would correct to the other side, obviously trying his embarrassed best to stop Sara from falling off.
After the first moment of utter astonishment, Mitch and his horse moved like a well -oiled unit, with all the technique of countless rodeo rescues at their command.
Mitch drew abreast of Steamboat’s neck until the horses were nearly touching. With one long arm, he then scooped Sara off of Steamboat’s back and onto his lap, holding her firmly against him.
And Sara could feel him laughing even before she looped her arms gratefully around him and hung on as Misty slowed and then stopped.
Steamboat stopped nearby as well, gave them a disgusted look and then calmly dipped his head and took a mouthful of grass.
“What the...” Mitch could hardly talk for laughing. “What the hell did you do to him? I’ve never seen that horse anything but comatose, and all of a sudden, he’s going past me like the favorite at the Kentucky Derby.”
Sara didn’t think it was quite that funny.
“You said to kick him, so I did,” she explained in an aggrieved tone. “But not very hard.”
She was becoming more aware every minute of being held extremely close to Mitch’s warm body, of his arms cradling her against him. He didn’t make the slightest effort to release her, even though Misty was standing stock-still by now.
Sara was sprawled off balance across Mitch and the horse, but his arms made her feel totally secure.
“I, umm, I lost your mother’s hat back there,” she managed to say in a shaky voice.
“We’ll find it, don’t worry.” The laughter was fading from his voice, replaced with a husky intensity that made Sara’s heart pound. Her head was cradled snugly in the curve of his arm and chest. Her legs dangled down Misty’s side, one hip pressed against Mitch. Her arm was snaked around his torso, her fingers touching the hard muscles on his back, and his long, blue-jeaned leg was under both of hers. Tension grew between them, and she struggled to sit up straighter.
“Don’t move,” he begged softly. “Stay close to me for a minute, Doc.”
He tipped his head, and his e yes traced the line of her lips for a long, breathless moment.
The intense green seemed to grow smoky and opa que. He moved his hand up, cupping her head with his fingers, lowering his mouth slowly until his lips closed over hers. His hat got in the way, and he nudged it off, letting it fall in the soft grass where Misty was grazing.
He kissed her as if they had all the time in the world. He explored her mouth leisurely with lips and tongue, inviting her to follow the path he set.
The movements of the horse beneath them made him clasp her even tighter in his embrace, and when Sara answered his kiss with passion of her own, she felt his breathing quicken, his body grow tense against her.
Sara was aware of the strong, hot sunlight creating a scarlet blur inside her closed eyelids, of the slight breeze that ruffled Mitch’s hair so that it tickled softly on her forehead. She felt encompassed by the rock-hard strength and security of his arms and his clean smelling body, but most of all, she was aware of his lips on hers, of the way her body ached to be even closer to him.
Misty made an impatient, sudden movement, and they drew reluctantly apart, their breathing equally labored.
“The back of a horse isn’t the ideal spot for this, is it?” he said raggedly as she squirmed, aware all of a sudden of the way the
Her hat blew off, and she felt herself begin the inevitable slide that was going to take her down to the ground, now rushing past Steamboat’s hooves at an alarming rate.
Chapter Six
Sara was aware that poor Steamboat was actually making a desperate effort to keep her in the saddle; each time she lurched to the side, Steamboat would correct to the other side, obviously trying his embarrassed best to stop Sara from falling off.
After the first moment of utter astonishment, Mitch and his horse moved like a well -oiled unit, with all the technique of countless rodeo rescues at their command.
Mitch drew abreast of Steamboat’s neck until the horses were nearly touching. With one long arm, he then scooped Sara off of Steamboat’s back and onto his lap, holding her firmly against him.
And Sara could feel him laughing even before she looped her arms gratefully around him and hung on as Misty slowed and then stopped.
Steamboat stopped nearby as well, gave them a disgusted look and then calmly dipped his head and took a mouthful of grass.
“What the...” Mitch could hardly talk for laughing. “What the hell did you do to him? I’ve never seen that horse anything but comatose, and all of a sudden, he’s going past me like the favorite at the Kentucky Derby.”
Sara didn’t think it was quite that funny.
“You said to kick him, so I did,” she explained in an aggrieved tone. “But not very hard.”
She was becoming more aware every minute of being held extremely close to Mitch’s warm body, of his arms cradling her against him. He didn’t make the slightest effort to release her, even though Misty was standing stock-still by now.
Sara was sprawled off balance across Mitch and the horse, but his arms made her feel totally secure.
“I, umm, I lost your mother’s hat back there,” she managed to say in a shaky voice.
“We’ll find it, don’t worry.” The laughter was fading from his voice, replaced with a husky intensity that made Sara’s heart pound. Her head was cradled snugly in the curve of his arm and chest. Her legs dangled down Misty’s side, one hip pressed against Mitch. Her arm was snaked around his torso, her fingers touching the hard muscles on his back, and his long, blue-jeaned leg was under both of hers. Tension grew between them, and she struggled to sit up straighter.
“Don’t move,” he begged softly. “Stay close to me for a minute, Doc.”
He tipped his head, and his e yes traced the line of her lips for a long, breathless moment.
The intense green seemed to grow smoky and opa que. He moved his hand up, cupping her head with his fingers, lowering his mouth slowly until his lips closed over hers. His hat got in the way, and he nudged it off, letting it fall in the soft grass where Misty was grazing.
He kissed her as if they had all the time in the world. He explored her mouth leisurely with lips and tongue, inviting her to follow the path he set.
The movements of the horse beneath them made him clasp her even tighter in his embrace, and when Sara answered his kiss with passion of her own, she felt his breathing quicken, his body grow tense against her.
Sara was aware of the strong, hot sunlight creating a scarlet blur inside her closed eyelids, of the slight breeze that ruffled Mitch’s hair so that it tickled softly on her forehead. She felt encompassed by the rock-hard strength and security of his arms and his clean smelling body, but most of all, she was aware of his lips on hers, of the way her body ached to be even closer to him.
Misty made an impatient, sudden movement, and they drew reluctantly apart, their breathing equally labored.
“The back of a horse isn’t the ideal spot for this, is it?” he said raggedly as she squirmed, aware all of a sudden of the way the
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