Bad Seed

“Sounds like a strong woman indeed.”

I wrapped my arm around Delia as we stood at the edge of the creek. The water was flowing and her body was thrumming with excitement. The horses were drinking and resting on the edge of the water while my hands kept cupping the small globe of her stomach. I dipped my lips to the crook of her neck and tasted her, grinning as she giggled at me.

“If you don’t stop, you’re gonna get yourself into trouble,” she said.

“Oh really?” I asked, as I nipped at her ear. “What if I sank us right onto the ground and showed you the kind of trouble we could make?”

“Drake,” she said, breathlessly. “What in the world?”

“I could take your beautiful body against mine and—drop my hands between your legs.”

I ran my hand up her thigh as her body began to quiver.

“I could leave little marks on your growing breasts as I—lapped my tongue around your nipple.”

I licked the edge of her neck and listened to her sigh.

“I could sit you right on my lap, our legs danglin’ in the water as I took you. Hard. Fast. My hips pounding against yours as I hold you inches away from the water’s surface.”

Nipping at the nape of her neck, my hand cupped her breast. I could hear her breathing tick up, her mind allowing itself to wander. I chuckled into her skin, proud of how Delia was finally embracing her lust more openly. I could feel her grinding back into me, no longer fighting the touch of a man she truly wanted.

Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as I pulled my lips away from her.

“What a sight,” I said. “But maybe later. We gotta get back to the ranch and get you and this youngin’ some lunch.”

Beckoning to the horses, they came over and I helped Delia back onto the saddle and watched her grind down into it. I grinned as I mounted my horse, watching her try to get any friction she could obtain. I’d riled her up something fierce, but she wasn’t the only one struggling.

I had to stick my hand down my pants and readjust before we started out of the woods.

We rode the rest of the perimeter of the ranch and got back with enough time to wipe down the horses. I removed the saddles and Delia took to washing them down. She even went in search of a hoof pick and began cleaning out the bottom of Pixie’s hooves. I watched her graceful movements as she bonded with her horse. Talking lightly to it and smiling as she brushed her down.

I’d let her know later that Pixie was hers from now on.

“Drake!”

My head whipped around at the frantic sound of Tammy’s voice.

“Drake! Draaaake!”

Paul came running out of the feed barn as Tammy ran down the hill. His arms caught her as she flailed, tears pouring down her face. Delia looked over at me as I rushed to her, Lightning spooked at my fast movements. He started pawing the ground as I rushed for Tammy’s frantic form.

“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Elsie. She’s not in the house!” Tammy said.

“I’m sure she’s there somewhere. She in the bathroom?” I asked.

“No. And she’s not in the closet or under the bed or in the back of your truck. She’s not there, Drake. Elsie’s gone!”

I looked over at Paul as he nodded his head. Paul lunged for Lightning, mounting him bareback and setting off galloping toward the edge of the lot. Tammy was in tears, her entire body trembling as Delia came up and took her hands.

“Tammy, call the sheriff and tell him what’s going on. Get a search party out here so they can help us look around,” I said. “Delia, check the cow and horse barns. The feed barn, too. Sometimes she gets out here wantin’ to be around the animals and gets spooked. Tight, cold, dark places are what she uses to calm down.”

“Got it,” Delia said.

“Paul and I are gonna ride the perimeter and see if we can’t see her. Delia, if you don’t find her in any of those places, get back up to the house. Double-check the house and wait for the search party. Don’t you go doin’ anything you don’t need to,” I said.

“Okay. I won’t,” Delia said. “Come on, Tammy. You can help me look while you dial the sheriff.”