Montana Surrender by Simmons Trana Mae

Author:Simmons, Trana Mae
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, historical romance, montana, cowboys, western romance, steamy romance, ebook romance, sexy romance, sensual romance, bargain books, best selling author, trana mae simmons, love scene romance
Publisher: TM Simmons

Scuttling clouds covered the light of the waning moon above them and Jessica shivered in the night breeze. She had to trust to Cinnabar's sure footedness, since she could barely make out the rear of the paint in front of her. Only Storm seemed to know where they were headed.

At first, despite the danger of pursuit, he insisted they travel the road, mixing their hoofprints with the multitude of others. At a small bridge crossing the road, he urged the paint down the bank into a stream.

Cinnabar followed the paint willingly enough, as long as Jessica kept him far enough back not to antagonize the other stallion. Once she let her reins go slack as she adjusted the torn blouse over her bodice and Cinnabar reached out to nip at the paint. Both horses reared and plunged as they sought to assert one's dominance over the other, and only Jessica's and Storm's expert riding brought them under control.

But the effort must have taken its toll on Storm. When a cloud momentarily cleared the moon, Jessica saw him slumped in the saddle.

"Storm," she called. "Storm, are you all right? How much farther are we going?"

Storm straightened in his saddle with an effort and pulled the paint over to the side of the trail. He motioned with one hand for Jessica to ride up beside him.

Keeping Cinnabar under firm control, Jessica brought him dancing sideways down the trail. When the stallion tried once again to reach his head out, she pulled firmly on the reins and pinned his head against his chest. She spoke sternly to him, and gratefully saw Cinnabar's ears flicker up from their flat position on his head as he quieted.

"Storm, do you know where we're going?"

"There's a place," Storm said through grim lips. "It's near where I first saw you and your men."

"Are you going to be able to make it? It's going to rain in a minute and, if that's where we're headed, it must be another half hour's ride."

"More like fifteen minutes, if we get moving. I'll make it, Jessica. The shoulder's not that bad."

"Then why are you in such pain? Has the bleeding started again?"

"Damn it, Jessica, it's not the pain in my shoulder! It's what I've been thinking about. Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into by coming with me?"

"Not completely," Jessica fired back at him. "But I'll tell you one thing, Mr. Storm whoever you are. When we get in out of this weather, I want some answers from you!"

A fat raindrop hit Jessica squarely on the nose and she sputtered when the water ran down over her lips. She heard Storm give an exasperated sigh beside her and a second later she urged Cinnabar again after the paint's rump. The deluge broke a few moments later, making her think longingly of the rain cloak in her saddle pack, but when Storm kicked the paint into a gallop, she leaned down on Cinnabar's neck to follow.

Flashes of lightning lit their way when they galloped across the familiar camp site.

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