The Gypsy King by Morgan Rush Page B
Authors: Morgan Rush
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction
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introduced himself as Diego.
“The Gypsy King has asked me to take you for a ride, Veronique. He has seen men recently and believes you may know more about a man the
local police have arrested and are transporting to another town. They are heading north and he is hoping you can help us determine if we are in any more danger now that you are here with us, or if this man has anything to do with why you are here.”
He talked gently, as if he knew she would be wavering and unpredictable.
“Do you understand why this is important to us, to find out as much as we can about trouble that may come to our family because we are
helping you?” He asked with a tender hand on her shoulder.
“Yes.” She did understand. “When do we
leave? My ankle is healing well and I haven’t ridden in months.” She was excited.
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“Perfect. We leave tomorrow morning before
sunrise.”
True to his word, it was dark when they left the encampment and set out heading north. After an hour with no conversation between them,
Veronique began to get anxious about where she was going and she began to feel quite bored with this stranger. She thought Diego was going to be talkative and interesting, but instead he was quiet, somber and dull!
They rode as the sun lifted over the hills and she had nothing to do but think. Memories
haunted Veronique so much that it was all she could do to not collapse and let her body tumble down the tundra to the valley below. One minute she was lost in a malaise and the next moment her anger would erupt, combined with her frustration and loss, and she would be almost manic!
I should just lift my ass up off this saddle, explode into a full gallop and show this man what a real woman can do on a horse, she tried to convince herself she was full of confidence and verve.
But she ignored the nagging voice in her head and instead, continued to ride calmly beside her new companion for the day. Like her mother
always told her, “Everyone is interesting,
Veronique, it is up to you my dear to bring it out of them and get them talking.”
Although she was itching to break out and feel the thundering dapple-gray mare beneath her run.
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She missed riding hard and fast, but her ankle was aching already and her fragile ribs were yelling at her in jolts of pain. And honestly, she had no idea where they were going other than north.
And besides , she consoled herself, why should I show off for his pleasure . She stared at Diego’s rust brown fedora, his wide, broad back and watched his ass lift and drop lightly in the saddle a few feet ahead of her.
Yea, right… she almost snickered out loud. He seems nice enough, but he doesn’t seem interested in anything except getting to where we are going and making sure I’m comfortable. If he cares about my comfort, maybe he cares about other things. The stirrings she felt before her accident were coming back strongly and she found herself squirming, dreaming and heated.
“Where exactly are we going, Diego?” she
asked innocently, hiding a grin as she rode a few paces behind him. They had been on the road for almost an hour and she could feel the strong, gypsy coffee gurgling in her tummy. Her breakfast of mushy oatmeal, seasoned with sugar and
cream, was also not sitting so well. On top of that, she was becoming impatient and frankly, she was more than a little frustrated today!
“What else did you and the Gypsy King talk
about?” she inquired. “Why hasn’t he introduced himself to me? Is he angry that Nanosh rescued me and I am here with you and your kumpania ?”
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she asked meekly, but with a little bit of flirt.
She gazed at his backside and admired the
view. Diego rode a chestnut mare with stalwart posture, conveying he had more confidence on, and off, a horse than Veronique would ever
muster. She watched him when he worked the
horses in their encampment and everyone in the kumpania heard the
“The Gypsy King has asked me to take you for a ride, Veronique. He has seen men recently and believes you may know more about a man the
local police have arrested and are transporting to another town. They are heading north and he is hoping you can help us determine if we are in any more danger now that you are here with us, or if this man has anything to do with why you are here.”
He talked gently, as if he knew she would be wavering and unpredictable.
“Do you understand why this is important to us, to find out as much as we can about trouble that may come to our family because we are
helping you?” He asked with a tender hand on her shoulder.
“Yes.” She did understand. “When do we
leave? My ankle is healing well and I haven’t ridden in months.” She was excited.
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“Perfect. We leave tomorrow morning before
sunrise.”
True to his word, it was dark when they left the encampment and set out heading north. After an hour with no conversation between them,
Veronique began to get anxious about where she was going and she began to feel quite bored with this stranger. She thought Diego was going to be talkative and interesting, but instead he was quiet, somber and dull!
They rode as the sun lifted over the hills and she had nothing to do but think. Memories
haunted Veronique so much that it was all she could do to not collapse and let her body tumble down the tundra to the valley below. One minute she was lost in a malaise and the next moment her anger would erupt, combined with her frustration and loss, and she would be almost manic!
I should just lift my ass up off this saddle, explode into a full gallop and show this man what a real woman can do on a horse, she tried to convince herself she was full of confidence and verve.
But she ignored the nagging voice in her head and instead, continued to ride calmly beside her new companion for the day. Like her mother
always told her, “Everyone is interesting,
Veronique, it is up to you my dear to bring it out of them and get them talking.”
Although she was itching to break out and feel the thundering dapple-gray mare beneath her run.
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The Gypsy King
She missed riding hard and fast, but her ankle was aching already and her fragile ribs were yelling at her in jolts of pain. And honestly, she had no idea where they were going other than north.
And besides , she consoled herself, why should I show off for his pleasure . She stared at Diego’s rust brown fedora, his wide, broad back and watched his ass lift and drop lightly in the saddle a few feet ahead of her.
Yea, right… she almost snickered out loud. He seems nice enough, but he doesn’t seem interested in anything except getting to where we are going and making sure I’m comfortable. If he cares about my comfort, maybe he cares about other things. The stirrings she felt before her accident were coming back strongly and she found herself squirming, dreaming and heated.
“Where exactly are we going, Diego?” she
asked innocently, hiding a grin as she rode a few paces behind him. They had been on the road for almost an hour and she could feel the strong, gypsy coffee gurgling in her tummy. Her breakfast of mushy oatmeal, seasoned with sugar and
cream, was also not sitting so well. On top of that, she was becoming impatient and frankly, she was more than a little frustrated today!
“What else did you and the Gypsy King talk
about?” she inquired. “Why hasn’t he introduced himself to me? Is he angry that Nanosh rescued me and I am here with you and your kumpania ?”
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she asked meekly, but with a little bit of flirt.
She gazed at his backside and admired the
view. Diego rode a chestnut mare with stalwart posture, conveying he had more confidence on, and off, a horse than Veronique would ever
muster. She watched him when he worked the
horses in their encampment and everyone in the kumpania heard the
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