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  “But what am I going to do? If the station here has my picture, nowhere is safe. I might as well turn myself in.”

  “Don’t do that,” Eddie pleaded. “I know somewhere you can go. Come with me. We rodeo folk, we’re always on the run. We’re all outlaws. You’ll fit right in. No one will ask any questions.”

  She smiled, despite the pain in her head. “You want me to come with you?”

  “More than I’ve ever wanted anything before. I’ll keep you safe.”

  It would be hard to tell Brianna. She didn’t want to disappoint her friend, but it made sense. She could hide in the rodeo. She could be free and have her happiness.

  “Okay,” she said, accepting his offer. “I’ll join you.”

  ***

  The medic was gone, and so was Eddie. He’d left her alone to sleep, giving her his bed. When she’d woken, it was to an empty trailer, but she knew where he’d gone. Under the moonlight, she walked the half hour to the stadium, following Eddie’s footsteps to the stables. She wasn’t afraid to do so, not even with Girey out there, plotting his revenge. Knowing Eddie loved her, she wasn’t scared of anything. She felt truly safe for the first time since leaving home.

  “You never did tell me his name,” she said to Eddie when she entered the stables. He stood before his bronco, feeding him oats from a bucket.

  “Dakota, you’re supposed to be resting,” he protested, setting the bucket down. “Let me take you back.”

  “I don’t want to go back,” she said. “I only want you.”

  With all the strength she had, she pushed him into an empty stall, the horse and its owner already gone. Loose straw crackled beneath her feet as she met him there, full of desire and intention. Standing on her tip toes, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, the heat of her anticipation fueling her lips. There was nothing tender about the kiss. Eddie took control, commanding her tongue with his, showing her the full force of his love.

  When she was at his mercy, he broke away. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you,” he growled, craving her.

  “Then take me,” she permitted. “I’m yours.”

  Delighted, he lifted her up so that she straddled him with her legs, and he pinned her against the wall of the stall, running his hand over her toned thigh, now tanned by the sun. He kissed her neck, his lips hot but tender against her pulse, sending shivers down her spine. As he kissed her, his hand traveled up her thigh and beneath her tank top, caressing her bare skin, magnifying the joy already coursing through her body.

  “Keep going,” she pleaded, immersed in his kisses. “Feel all of me.”

  With his strength, he ripped off her bra and threw it onto the ground, keeping her steady against the wall, and then he cupped her breasts, circling her nipples with the roughness of his palm, awakening her body as his lips continued to slide across her neck. She squeezed her legs around his waist, letting him know just how much pleasure he brought her, aroused further by the foresight that next time she squeezed her legs, his cock would be inside of her.

  He knew it too, causing his cock to grow through his jeans and press against the gap where her thigh met her ass. Suddenly impatient, he massaged her breasts harder, pushing against them as he kissed her with the vigor of a bear but the lips of a man. She wrapped her arms around the bulk of his neck, matching the intensity of his kiss, charged by the power of his body, a power she wanted to feel within.

  He lost control. Consumed by his desire for her, he dropped her to her feet, and then he spun her around so that she faced the wall. He lifted her tank top over her head, and he pulled down her denim shorts, exposing the lace of her panties. Her core was wet. He could smell it. Bending down to his knees, he inhaled her, the scent of her desire an ambrosia. Moving her panties aside, he tasted the ambrosia, his tongue hard and warm against her core.

  Moaning, she arched her back, giving him full access to her as he licked her pink flesh, sliding his tongue into her core, lapping the ambrosia, ripening her, preparing her for the magnitude of his cock. As he drank her in, he gripped the cheeks of her ass, rubbing them like he had her breasts. It opened her up wider to him, gave him more room to taste her.

  “I want you,” she panted, her breath hot against the wall. Her body was aflame, ready to burst apart. “Ride me and never let go.”

  He stood. “I’ll give you what you want,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ll show you what the love of a cowboy feels like.” He took her hand and put it over his cock. “It feels like this.”

  “It feels good,” she praised, gripping the tip of his stiffness, unable to wrap her hand fully around it. “But I’d like it better if it were free.”

  “So would I,” he said with yearning, his own wetness seeping through his jeans. “While I set it free, I want you to touch yourself. Show me what you want me to do to you.”

  As she listened to him unzip his jeans, she obeyed him, keeping one hand against the wall while she massaged herself with the other. His tongue had left her clit moist and ready. She rubbed it, imagining it was still his face between her legs. Her breathing grew harder, luring him back in.

  He grabbed the strands of her chestnut hair and pulled her head back, causing her backside to protrude further so that he could fuck her. Teasing her, he kissed her back, starting at the base of her neck and slowly working his way down, his lips as soft as the snowflakes back home. Already charged, it rocked her body over the edge.

  “I’m going to cum,” she warned, gasping between his kisses, his head nuzzled against the curves of her back.

  “I want you to,” he said. “I want you to cum all night.”

  To prove it, he ran his tongue down her spine, causing her to cry out as she came. Pleasure ripped through her, but it was only an appetizer. She was still hot, ready for more.

  He gave her more. Seizing her hips, he drove his cock into her plump wetness, filling her with his girth, which pulsed gloriously against her inner flesh. As he began to thrust, he rubbed her clit, heightening her bliss, building her back up. Her body shook with each drive. The whole stall did, causing a rake to fall to the ground.

  Needing to feel more of him, she reached between her legs and took his balls into her hand, enjoying their size and masculinity. As he plunged inside of her, she rubbed her thumb against the base of his shaft, where their wetness joined, spilling down his cock.

  “Oh darling.” His voice was low and powerful, saturated with lust. “I knew you were something special.”

  To show him just how special fucking her could be, she clenched, squeezing her core around his cock. In return, he thrust hard, pushing deeper into her, and he began to swivel his hips, rubbing his cock within every inch of her pussy. It sent currents through her body, causing her to moan with ecstasy. Moving her hips with him, like a slow dance, she trembled with pleasure, her breath wild. He pushed her hair aside and pulled her closer so that her back rested against his chiseled abs, and he kissed her neck once more, working his cock within her while he tasted the sweat that dripped down her back.

  In his arms, she exploded, her ambrosia drenching his cock. “Eddie,” she whimpered as she came, overwhelmed by a powerful bliss that made her float in a golden light, her soul reaching out to his.

  Swelling when she said his name, he returned to pumping her, growing with his own pleasure until he also came. He shuddered as he released himself into her, continuing to hold her, the muscle of his arm resting against her breasts.

  “I really do love you,” he declared into the night. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You’ll be safe with me, Dakota. No more running.”

  “No more running,” she promised, knowing she was safe, that his promises were real. “Not from you.”

  From now on, they would run together, outlaws in the southern deserts, animals who roamed free.

  FIN

  Alec

  Secret Baby Bears I

  by

  Becca Fanning

  Prologue

  “Hamme
r, Smith, & Partridge” hung over the front door, a creaky, faux-antique sign that swung in the breeze.

  The five men looked at each other.

  “Nervous?” Alec, the biggest of the bunch, looked around at the others.

  Jackson shook his head. “Nah, man,” he said with a grin, flexing one of his giant biceps. “I’m sure this is nothing.”

  Rust and Clay exchanged glances. “I don’t really know what we’re doing here,” Clay said after a moment. “Did you guys get a weird voicemail, too?”

  Rock laughed. He was the youngest of the group; prone to never taking things too seriously. He grinned, and then said: “No fuckin’ idea, man.” He smirked. “You know, they never found out about what I did with that police car when we were all in college.”

  “This can’t be about that,” Alec replied. “That was over seven years ago. I got a message, too, but I couldn’t understand what the damn secretary was saying.”

  A hush settled over the group. Alec took charge and led the way inside. The doorway was so low that all of the men had to hunch down as they passed through. Inside was dark, a bit cramped and dusty. An elderly secretary sat behind a massive oak desk, scribbling something on a legal pad. When she looked up at the group of men, a slight blush washed over her wrinkled features.

  “Hello, boys,” she said with a smile. “Are you here to meet with Mr. Partridge?”

  The men all exchanged a look. “Something like that,” Alec said. “We all got this message-“

  “Oh, yes,” the secretary said, clearly more flustered than before. With surprisingly nimble fingers, she searched through a stack of papers on her desk. “You’re right on time,” she added, glancing up quickly. “Mr. Partridge is in his office. He’s expecting you.”

  The secretary got up and skittered across the room. She seemed nervous, like she was expecting something to jump out and bite her. As she knocked on the door labeled ‘Partridge,’ Alec glanced at her desk and read the word printed on a folder: “Speculon Labs.”

  “Come in!” A booming voice sounded from Partridge’s office. The men went in, single file, and arranged themselves around the spacious room. Like the front office, it was a bit dusty, but Partridge had the shades thrown open and sun was streaming through the windowpanes.

  “What’s all this about?” Alec cleared his throat and settled against the wood-paneled wall. “We all got calls, telling us to come here…” He trailed off, clearing his throat. “I mean, could you tell us why you wanted us to come in? All at once?”

  Partridge turned to face the group. He was an elderly man with longish, tufted white hair and a silk bow-tie at his throat. Despite his old age, youth twinkled in his clear, blue eyes.

  “Yes,” he said, clasping his hands together in his lap. “No doubt you recall donating sperm to the genetic research project at Dodson University?”

  Chapter One

  Talia stood at the front of the classroom, her hands poised in front of her. “Class, settle down,” she called in a mild, calm voice. “We’re about to begin for the day.”

  All of Talia’s students loved Ms. Roberson. Even the rowdy ones could always be brought to order with a stern look or a word of encouragement. Talia was a natural teacher, and it showed. This was her third year at Rickard Elementary, and even though she’d missed the kids over the summer, Talia wasn’t exactly glad to be at school that morning. Recently, her life had become a mountain of stress. Her son, James, was starting to exhibit behavior considered rather abnormal for a two-year-old boy. She could barely leave him alone for a second before he’d make a mess of trouble; lately, his favorite thing to do was chew on the new kitchen cabinets that Talia’s landlord had installed the previous year.

  That was another thing. Talia’s landlord, Danny, wasn’t just a landlord. He was her ex-boyfriend. They had been college sweethearts, and Talia had honestly thought they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. All her life, she’d wanted children, and she and Danny had worked so hard to get pregnant together. But when it hadn’t happened in a year, they’d gone to see a fertility specialist. To Talia’s shock (and horror), Danny was found to be infertile.

  “Ms. Roberson! Ms. Roberson!” One of Talia’s students ran up to her, excitedly flapping his arms in the air. “I drew you a picture!”

  “Oh, that’s wonderful,” Talia said, a little absentmindedly. “Thank you!” She crouched down to her student’s height and looked over the drawing. “Are these…bears?”

  “Yeah!” The boy grinned. “Mom and me went to a wildlife preserve over the weekend! And we saw bears!”

  Talia laughed politely behind a hand. “I think you mean a reserve,” she said softly. “preserves are like jam, what you put on toast.”

  “Toast bears!” The boy laughed and ran back to his desk.

  Talia stood up. Her head was beginning to ache, and something deep down inside her told her that this was going to be an unusually long Monday. She’d stayed up all night worrying about her situation.

  When they’d found out that Danny wouldn’t be able to make Talia pregnant, Talia had been devastated. Danny wanted a second opinion, and a third, and a fourth, and Talia didn’t want to be the one to point out that the first doctor was probably right. They went to see other doctors, anyway, and they all had the same result: no biological children for Danny.

  Talia was at a loss. She’d never expected to have this problem, and she felt like her time was beginning to run out. Even though she was only twenty-one, her own mother had experienced fertility problems later in life. Talia knew that if she wanted to have more than one child, she’d have to start immediately.

  One weekend, when Danny was out of town, Talia went to a sperm bank. She spent hours poring over the profiles, and eventually selected sperm from an engineer with a master’s degree in astrophysics. I want great things for you, Talia had said to her lower belly, closing her eyes and wishing hard. I’ll do anything to make sure you succeed.

  “Ms. Roberson!” One of the kids yelled, startling Talia out of her reverie. “Ms. Roberson, it’s reading time!” The rest of the kids cheered as Talia made her way to the front of the class. Each morning, she began with ‘reading time’ – ten or fifteen minutes of reading aloud from a chapter book. The kids loved it; this week the book was Swiss Family Robinson.

  Suddenly, Talia heard the high-pitched whine of an alarm. Her breath choked in her throat as she gazed wildly around the classroom. No! Talia thought in a panic. We’re not having a drill today! I didn’t know anything about a drill today!

  “In your special positions, class,” Talia called, struggling to be heard over the whine of the alarm. Some of her students were clearly terrified, with wide open eyes and their hands shoved in their mouths. To her relief, the more alert students got down on their hands and knees, crawling under their desks. Talia had to run around the room, helping the rest to their “places.” Secretly, Talia hated these drills. They didn’t do anything but make her students panic, and it was doubly hard to get the class back on track after they ended.

  “And you just had to do this first thing in the morning,” Talia grumbled under her breath as she took her place towards the back of the classroom by the door. The alarm was still ringing a klaxon shriek and she winced as her head began to throb. Surveying the classroom, she tried to keep her eyes on all of the kids at once. To her immense relief, they were all taking the drill seriously: each one of them was curled up in the fetal position, and no one was goofing off.

  From where Talia was standing, she could see that the lights in the hallways had been turned off. Fear and panic rose in her throat; that wasn’t normal protocol. Normal protocol called for the alarm to be disabled after only two minutes, and then a pulse would sound. That pulse was the teachers’ cue that all had returned to normal.