Texas Wild (western romance and sex) (western romance) by Cristina Grenier Read Free Book Online Page A

the rest. Got it?”
    “Yes,” she answered weakly.
    “You gotta hold onto it,” he restated firmly as he slipped to the ground and looked up at her. “If you let go, we’ll have a hell of a mess. Can you do it?”
    “I think so,” she said. Her nerves had a hell of a mess of their own to sort out, but she had good ancestry in her that wouldn’t allow her to give up easily. The tight grip on the rope, in spite of the glove, hurt the burned place on her hand, but she wouldn’t disappoint him.
    “That a girl,” he grinned. In the penetrating look of his eyes, she felt confidence and trust in her being displayed. She had never seen that look in a man’s eyes before. Though all it did in the moment was to make her want to hold on tight to the rope, but she would discover later that it was the very moment in which she had fallen in love with him.
    Without another word, he turned and took up Sandy’s reins and made a wide circle around behind the steer, picked up her rope from the ground, mounted Sandy and tied it to the horn on the saddle. He eased Sandy back until the steer had the hind leg stretched out behind him and was standing helpless between the taut strength of the two horses.
    He stepped off of Sandy’s back and moved up the rope to the steer, grasping the tail and pulled him over onto his side. Once he had the steer on his side, he kneeled on his flank to hold him down, and then reached for the rope attached to the hind leg, while in the same moment calling to the black gelding. The gelding took a couple of steps forward, his ears tuned, alert and ready to heed Matt’s command.
    Reenie looked on in total amazement at the complete trust that was being shared between Matt, herself and the two horses. She could envision dozens of bad things happening, but she could also see that the horses didn’t seem to be inanimate objects in the situation, but were constantly thinking, moving and reacting of their own accord, alert to adjust to the situation as the need arose.
    In only a moment, with slack in the rope, Matt quickly slipped it free of the steer’s leg and had moved up to a position on the steer’s neck. Once he was in control, he looked up at her. “Ease him forward,” he instructed. “Don’t let go of the rope, just touch him a little with your spurs and he’ll know what to do.”
    She touched Charlie’s ribs with the spurs and he took several steps forward allowing the rope to go slack in front of them. She saw Matt slip the loop off of the steer’s horns, toss it free and then let the steer stand up. He was a bit dazed for a second, but quickly recovered and trotted back into the herd which had scattered across the valley.
    “You can let go of the rope now,” he said as he approached her. “Good job. You not only made your first catch, but you got to learn a little bit more in the process. You did great.”
    “I did?” she replied. She discovered that she had been shaking and that her nerve had brought her to a point where they would have made a lesser woman faint straight away. With the sound of his voice and what it communicated to her, she began to return to normal, letting go of the rope as understanding began to register.
    “How’s your hand?” he asked.
    She hadn’t thought of her hand until he mentioned it and it began to burn in the very same moment. She pulled off the glove and looked at the raw burn on her palm.
    “Let me see,” he said standing on the ground on the off side of the horse with the magically coiled rope in his hand. When did he do that? The thought came and went quickly as he took her hand into his to examine it. “Oh that’s a beauty,” he grinned up at her. “Good one to remind you to dally.”
    She sort of wanted him to baby her a little bit, but he merely turned to go fetch her rope and quickly had it coiled and reattached to her saddle while she was yet allowing herself to calm down in the comfortable seat on Charlie’s back. She was brought out