Free Cowboy Heat by CJ Raine

COWBOY HEAT
    The normally peaceful ranch, THE DOUBLE M, was in
upheaval.
    In the breeding barn Marie was preparing the mare to
stand for the stallion. The red quarter horse was already antsy and Marie
talked to her softly.
    “Being in heat is a time stopper little girl. Settle
down so we can get you out there.”
    The mare snorted gently and danced around.
    From outside Marie could hear her father barking
orders and directing the driver of a horse trailer to the paddocks where the
newly purchased stock would be kept until they were checked over by the vet and
assigned stalls.
    Even over that she heard HIS voice, the one she
waited to hear every day, discussing the breaking of the mustang brought in
last week with one of the hands. Jack was pounding his next chore into the head
of an already overworked cowboy
    “I’m anxious to get this jug head settled and
trained. I got a lot of other things to tend to, Frank”. Work on him for a
while will ya, be right back”
    Then Jack was there in the barn. She could feel his
presence. “Your father said to get the mare out now.”
    Marie continued to twist the mare’s tail up tightly
to keep it out of the way during the process. “Yeah, yeah. Tell him to hold his
britches on. I have to get this little lady ready for her man.”
    As Marie said the words she felt the heat in her own
gut at the thought of male and female union. She hadn’t heard Jack move and
looked over her shoulder. He was still there with one foot out of the barn and
the other planted firmly while he watched her closely.
    Getting caught gawking Jack jerked out of the barn
and headed away. He felt it too, she knew it. When they were around each other,
there was something drawing them toward each other. Something hot. Something
forbidden.
    The magnificent stud was already in the corral. One
of the hands held the lead rope up short trying to contain the stallion’s
excitement and strength. The horse snorted and shook his head from side to side
his brilliant mane flying wildly. As Marie led the mare toward him the natural
need to mate became a tangible addition to the air.
    Both horses strained at the limitations their
handlers had on them. They both wanted to run free out into the forest and
proceed with their mating in the wild.
    Marie moved swiftly and led the mare to a corner of
the corral and positioned her up close to the rail. The hired hand followed
quickly trotting beside the stallion and brought him up right behind the mare.
There was some nickering and head shaking while the stud dropped his long,
thick penis into position and then immediately mounted and drove himself into
his unsteady mate. The mare instinctively backed up against him and they were
solidly united.
    The horses led back into stalls in different
buildings, Marie washed up a little at the horse trough and headed in to check
in the new livestock with her father. It was her duty to keep the records on
the Double M and she was diligent about it. Someday this place would be hers
and she wanted to be the best.
    About an hour before sundown Marie spotted Jack on
his horse moving toward the wood line as he seemed to do almost every evening.
Finished her chores now she hustled to the barn and saddled her horse. Picking
up a rolled blanket she tied it to the back of the saddle and off she went
intent of finding out where that luscious man went.
    So this was it. It made sense. Jack Robertson came to
the same place every hot afternoon to slip down to the river and cool off.
Working for her father on their horse ranch was dirty, sweaty work.
    Marie
slipped from her horse to walk him behind a thick stand of trees. She padded
quiet as an Indian across the twig and limb dusty path careful to stay out of
sight.
    Jack was
handsome with all that thick mahogany colored hair swirling down to the top of
his T-shirt. His muscled arms would be hard beneath her fingers. They had
bumped into each other more than once while they worked side by side and she
had felt