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we get to spend the rest of the evening alone. Husband,” she said quietly, “would
you like to help me in the kitchen?”
    TJ whispered into her ear. His hand ran
sensuously down her back. They made their way toward the main house, whispering
and laughing low.
    Train turned away from the intimate
exchange.
    Marion watched in fascination. “The way TJ looked at Allison is a good indication
it’ll be breakfast before anyone sees them.” She turned away from Allison and
TJ to watch Train rub the horse’s legs. He handed her a towel and showed her
how to wipe the sweat from the horse’s back where the saddle had been.
    The stable was dark when Train closed the
gate on the last stall. They stepped into the night air.
    “Are you tired?” she asked.
    He shook his head.
    “You’re quiet. What’re you thinking?”
    “I don’t want to take you to the house, but
I sleep in the shack and I definitely don’t want to take you there.”
    Marion linked her fingers with his. “Come on.” She walked back into the stables.
    Train closed the door behind them. Then he
followed her to an empty stall. Fresh hay covered the ground and scented the
air. He took off his cowboy hat and hung it on a peg hammered into one of the
posts. He cupped her cheek with his palm.
    “You come off as strong, but when I look at
you, something in my gut needs to protect you.”
    “I don’t want your protection. I take care
of myself.” She put her hand over his and guided it down her ribs to her waist.
    “Sweetheart,”
    “Sssh.” She put her finger over his lips.
“Don’t start talking. When you talk, I get mad. Right now, I don’t want to
fight.” She reached up and took tender nips at his lips. “I want you to kiss me
like before.” Her palms on the side of his head heated him. Fingers fed the
flames when they trailed through his hair.
    Desire snaked up his spine. He tingled from scalp
to toes. Blood pumped into every part between. His cock hardened and his balls
heated. He bent his knees and pressed closer. The silky, smooth hair on the
back of her head slipped through his fingers. He sought the edge of her jaw
below her ear with his lips, tasting, starved for her flesh. Hunger and passion
consumed.
    Train palmed her hip and aligned their
bodies, fitting his erection against the heat of her sex. He groaned as she
grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. Her head fell back, giving him access to her
entire neck. His tongue found her earlobe, flicking it before gently sucking it
into his mouth.
    Marion dropped to her knees and Train followed her down. The bed of hay crinkled
beneath them as they positioned in the stall. God, she was pretty. Face
flushed, shallow puffs of air parting her full lips. He lay next to her. The firm
peaks of her breasts pressed against her dress, waiting for his touch. Every
gulp of her breath lifted her chest, beckoning him closer.
    But this wasn’t right. He was just like
every other man who fucked her. He had her in the barn, on her back, wanting
her thighs spread for him. His heart lurched. “This isn’t right.” He sat up, closed
his eyes and leaned against the wall.
    “Train?”
    The word asked a thousand questions.
    He swallowed, pushing his heart from his
throat, and opened his eyes. Her hair fanned across the sweet smelling hay. She
was all sensuous curves and long willow-like limbs. His blood surged. He wanted
to be just like everyone else, to be another man to fuck a willing whore.
     
    Marion sat up and reached for him. Marion never needed any man. She’d wanted men,
giving and taking pleasure of her own. What she felt for Train both terrified
and thrilled her. She had never begged before. Never said there wasn’t a first
time for everything. With her heart racing, she said, “Please, Train.”
    His gaze was soft as a caress. When he
returned to her mouth, his tongue sent shivers of desire surging in waves. She
knew better than to try to end the sweet torture. Her heartbeat pulsed in every
part