Spirit of the Wolf by Vonna Harper

Author:Vonna Harper [Vonna Harper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Man-Woman Relationships, Ranchers, Paranormal, General, Romance, Erotic Fiction, Erotica, Fiction, Love Stories
ISBN: 9780758242266
Google: m-Sx1ylzLUYC
Amazon: 0758242263
Publisher: Aphrodisia
Published: 2011-07-26T04:00:00+00:00

13

Not quite twenty-four hours after reluctantly meeting with a small group of ranchers, hunters, and hikers, Matt watched as his next neighbor to the south bounced down the drive to his place. Cat had been the last person to come here. No way could he not think about that.

Closing his eyes, Matt welcomed an image of her into his mind’s eye. Cat had been the best thing in his life, a soft and strong body eager to meet his, grope for grope and thrust for thrust.

Right now, as long as he mentally held on to her, he could keep other things at bay.

His eyes still closed, he went back to last fall on the day of the annual calf sale that represented his paycheck for the year. Beef prices had been higher than expected, and instead of each rancher going his or her way once the cattle trucks left, folks started talking about a celebration.

More than a hundred people had shown up at the Stensen Ranch. The women had cooked while tired, dirty ranchers— him included—drank beer and reassured each other that hay supplies would hold out through the winter.

He’d called Cat and left her a message about the barbeque but didn’t know whether she’d show. The sun had set before everyone congregated around the makeshift table in the large Stensen barn. After filling his plate, he’d looked around for a hay bale to sit on only to find Cat standing on one and nodding at him.

She’d nibbled from his plate while telling him she’d had the vet out today to check the stallion she’d brought in to service a couple of her mares. The damn stud had run himself into a fence post and was limping. Turned out he’d only sprained his right front leg and would be fine.

“So,” Cat had wound up, “I’ve gone from cussing one stallion to wondering what another has in mind.”

Five minutes later they’d had sex behind the Stensens’ house. Fun and nearly civilized sex.

“You aren’t going to believe this.” His neighbor John Lawrence leaned out his truck window.

Reluctantly pushing Cat into the back of his mind, Matt watched John get out. Like most longtime ranchers, John’s narrow face was rich with wrinkles. Going by the creases, Matt guessed John was in his midsixties, although his steady walk hinted at younger. Not saying more, John led the way to his truck bed.

John leaned a bony arm on the bed’s side and faced Matt. “I heard fighting last night. Out a ways, not near my barn or the corral. It sounded like dogs mostly. Big ones.”

Mostly?

A bloodstained canvas tarp covered something. Studying it, Matt’s belly clenched, but then he’d been so on edge lately he’d had to fight himself to stay seated during yesterday’s volatile and unproductive meeting.

“So it was the wild dogs we’ve been trying to trap?” Matt asked. For a good three months now, a pack of four or five mutts, each weighting a hundred pounds, had been hunting closer than either he or John liked.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.