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the game continued but, within minutes of play resuming, Tessa could see that a win against the male team would be near impossible. Nitro was behaving devilishly, not at all like the highly trained animal she knew. Before she could think further about tactics, the Australian team scored a goal and when Tessa protested that there had been a foul she was slammed into silence by the umpire. The horn sounded and the teams swapped ends and during the next chukka two more goals were scored against the Ashlea Ladies.
    Within three more chukkas, Tessa could see that the game had become virtually irretrievable and, in under an hour of play, the Australians rode off the field in victory seven goals to one. Tessa led her frenzied horse back to the stable yard, a dangerous glow decorating her cheeks.
    ‘You girls go back to the clubhouse for refreshments. I’ll settle the horses.’ She patted her team on the backs as they trudged by, saddened by defeat . ‘Tomorrow’s another day and another match,’ she offered as consolation.
    Instead of attending to the horses immediately, Tessa tethered them and dropped down into a pile of fresh straw. She was exhausted and closed her eyes, allowing the straw to engulf her aching body. She wrapped her arms across her chest and was considering the delicious consequences of losing to Jack’s team when she was suddenly startled by his resounding voice. She sat upright and took a moment to focus on the sight before her. Standing against the bruise-coloured sky in the stable doorway were the four members of the Melbourne squad. Each wore full uniform, including their boots and spurs, and firmly gripped their Polo whips. They formed an indomitable barrier, the sight of which sent Tessa’s heart into arrhythmia.
    ‘Prize-giving ceremony,’ Jack announced with a smirk, stepping forwards from the group. Tessa made to stand but Jack easily lowered her back into the straw with one hand. ‘Uh, uh. You’re not going anywhere until we get what’s ours.’ Jack tapped his crop against the side of his boot.
    Tessa hung her head, showing her shame for having lost and, in spite of her humility, she felt all her peripheral muscles tighten, sending a surge of heat and tension to the pit of her belly and beyond. ‘I understand,’ she said. ‘You deserve your prize.’ She sat limply and waited, while adrenalin seared her veins.
    ‘Take off your shirt,’ Jack ordered, distracting Tessa’s gaze with a sharp thwack of his riding crop against the dusty leather of his boot.
    Tessa swallowed and did as she was told. She crossed her arms and pulled the hem of her red and blue team shirt over her head. Instantly, she felt a breeze on her sticky skin but this was overshadowed by the heat coming from four pairs of eyes. Her full breasts, choked within her sports bra, were being studied from all angles by the other three players. Jack seemed untouched by the sight of her bare skin and sent the tip of his crop flicking across the sweat-soaked patch of white cotton between her breasts.
    ‘Get that off too,’ he said, disdain lacing his words, although Tessa detected a shudder in his voice.
    She fumbled with the catch behind her back and allowed her bra straps to fall forwards. Before she could remove it completely, Jack had the leather end of his crop hooked under a strap and pulled the plain garment off completely. Tessa’s shoulders instinctively drew inwards as her large breasts fell free but, when she saw three looks of approval from the others, she leant back on her hands and sank into the deep straw in order to better display her naked breasts. Her raspberry-coloured nipples had contracted to tight pink discs and her pale English skin was shimmering with sweat. Tessa waited with both fear and excitement as the other three Australians drew up by Jack’s side. The men were clearly straining beneath their jodhpurs, the combined amount of eager cock a both frightening and delicious prospect for Tessa, who had