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her when he’d rubbed her to orgasm. She’d liked that almost as much

as what happened later.

Meg shook her head. “I’ll walk, thank you.”

She turned on her heels and started down the road. There was no

way she was getting

on the back of that thing. She might have been

born in Texas, but she’d never really left the city. She’d never been on

a horse, much less an elephant, and that’s what that thing reminded

her of. Meg ignored the odd looks she received as she walked down

the lane.

In the distance, she could see the forest ahead. The trees were

unbearably thick. Only the road seemed to be clear, as though the

forest around it was a living thing, waiting to pounce on anyone who

walked into it. Meg swallowed once, and then twice, thinking that it

didn’t seem like a good idea to go into that forest. She was just about

to turn back into town to protest when she felt a strong hand lifting

her into the air by the back of her shirt.

“Hey!” Meg screamed in shock as she found herself across Beck’s

lap. Without thinking about it, she threw her arms around his chest

and clung to him, afraid to fall off the beast. It was an awfully long

way down, and there wasn’t a handy ER around to set whatever

would break.

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Sweeney huffed and pranced, getting used to the new weight on

his back. After a few seconds, Beck made a clicking sound. The horse

took off.

“Hold on tight, love,” was all he said as he kicked the horse into

high gear.

Meg did as he asked, holding on with all her might. The forest