Chapter 3: Dean

The warmth of the sun beating down on my back, feels so good after a long afternoon.  Mable, snorts and turns her head to the side as I enjoy nature and watch the birds flying above our heads.  We are ready to head back to the stable, when I hear the steady trot of another horse in the distance, echoing throughout the valley.  

Looking back, I see the tall gentleman from the day before and watch as he closes in on our distance.  Mable senses something and turns around just before a rattlesnake strikes her leg.  She raises up on her back legs and knocks me off.  Sitting on the ground, all I can see is Mable laying on her side groaning.

Pushing up off the ground, I get to my feet and run over to her.  She has fallen on top of the rattlesnake and crushed it, but not before it struck her again.  I can see the two bites swelling up as she lays there in pain.  Not knowing what to do, I stand up and flag down the stable hand.  

He kicks the horse in the sides to make it go faster, but it's too late.  When he arrives, Mable is gone.  Climbing off the horse, he hurries over to me and asks, "What happened?"  Grabbing me and turning me around so he could check me over.  

I gaze up into his green eyes filled with worry and answer sadly, "She was bit by a rattler, then when she fell, he struck her again.  It was too much for her old heart."  I start to cry and he grabs ahold of me, tucking me close to his chest. 

Feeling his fingers stroke my hair, the tears fall freely and still sobbing, I look up again into those caring eyes.  With his free thumb, he wipes the tears from my cheek and then guides my head to his warm masculine chest.  I can tell that he works out, because I can feel the hard muscles against my skin.

We stand there for several minutes with him stroking my hair, until he gets a firmer grip on my locks and pulls my head back to look deep into my eyes.  He stares into them, searching for something and when he finds it, his lips descend to mine.  The kiss is something between needing and devouring, but when he comes up for air, I am left breathless.

Getting the feeling that if we were in private, we would be naked and he would be filling me completely in every way possible, I step back cautiously.  I have never felt something like that in my life and I want more, so much more.  The problem is, I am married and if Brad ever found out that I kissed a hired hand, he would fire him on the spot. 

At least I think so, for all I know he could care less.  Especially now that he has a woman he desires and possibly has had sex wth already.  Not knowing what to do, I quickly straighten my clothes and look around to make sure no one saw us.  

I glance back over to him and notice that he is just standing there with a huge erection and a sincere smile.  He says, "Mrs. Harrison, I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not.  You look like you needed that and I know that I feel better."  The smile on his face, turns into a smirk and walks towards me.  

Stopping within an inch of my face, I feel his breath on my skin and a sudden warmth spreads between my legs.  I put my hands on his chest to stop him, but he closes his arms around me and holds me in place, while he devours my mouth with his.  Staring into his eyes again, I see hunger growing and feel his erection grow even harder against my stomach.

I smell his cologne, a woodsy scent and it reminds me of when I went camping as a kid.  How I loved the outdoors and whenever dad and I got the chance, we packed up the tent and went.  Often times, we would bring our fishing poles and stay somewhere for several days at a time, just living off of the land.  He always told me that it was his one way of getting away from it all for a little while.

Now, you wouldn't think that an heiress to trillions of dollars would enjoy camping, hunting and fishing, but that's the way I grew up.  A daddy's girl, I went with him everywhere and enjoyed the fruits of his labor.  Even if that only meant a hunting trip or a day of fishing, before a corporate meeting.

Feeling his hand on my breast, snaps me out of the memory and I manage to push away from him to clear my head.  After a few seconds, I figure out what to say.  "I promise to not tell my husband about what happened, but unfortunately it can't happen again.  This is too close to home and I know at some point in time he would find out.  I really am not this type of woman and I hope you didn't get the wrong impression."

Running his hand through his hair, he laughs and asks,   "So, are you saying that if I had kissed you someplace other than your property, you would have let me continue?"

Flustered, I start to blush realizing that is exactly what it sounded like.  Now the question should be, would it be different if it was somewhere else?  Or the chance of getting caught wasn't so high? 

More importantly, why should I care?  If Brad is cheating on me, why can't I behind his back?  He has made it blatantly clear that he at least wants to screw this other woman, so why not?

Standing there, I suddenly realize that this would be the perfect situation.  This man can give me almost everything I need, except for the love I so desperately desire.  Perhaps someday, maybe even that.  If not, at least he would provide me with the sexual release I so badly need, that Brad will never give me.

I turn around and smile seductively at him, my eyes traveling down his body and resting on his massive erection.  Licking my lips, I wonder what it would taste and feel like in my mouth, even though another part of me is still mourning my horse's death.  

When he moves to claim me as his, I put a hand up in the air and breathlessly say, "If we are going to do this, it can't be today.  I just lost my horse and I have had her my whole life.  Give me some time and then when I'm ready, I have a secret place where we can go and not be bothered.  No one will ever know that we are together."

He nods in understanding and lowers his eyes, before climbing on his horse and leaving to get help.  In the meantime, I stand by Mable and wait for a few of the stable hands to come for her.