Saddled Bearback (BBW Shifter Cowboy Romance) (Bear Ranchers Book 2)

by Becca Fanning

  Abby’s athletic body was a necessary tool for both her passions: riding and dancing. They harmonized very well. Her strong thighs were able to grip Blue through the saddle and were another way to communicate with him. She sat back down in the saddle and squeezed Blue with her legs. This signal told him to maintain the same speed and be ready for her weight to go off one side.

  During the day she’d be pursuing her Master’s in Dance from Nevada Academy of the Arts. Her nights were spent riding Wild Blue around the ranch. She did ok with vaults, but strap tricks were what she loved to do. She could hang every which way off a horse going full gallop and barely break a sweat. She was an adrenaline junkie. After giving her Mom enough near heart attacks, Abby thought she should try doing her wild stunts in front of a crowd.

  “Steady,” she said.

  Abby lifted her right leg out of its stirrup and crouched on Blue’s left side. She watched his broad flank tense and release with every step, sending vibrations all through her body. Her shoulder length black hair, tied up in a pony tail, bobbed up and down. The weightlessness she felt during this trick was mesmerizing: she wanted to close her eyes and imagine she was riding the wind. A slight whinny from Blue brought her back to the present. She switched to his other side and crouched there a moment before letting her free foot touch the ground. These drag moves were favorites of judges when done right, but they were hell on her calves. After a few seconds, she had to get back in the saddle.

  The prize for this competition tonight was twenty five thousand dollars. The ranch could definitely use the money since Dad passed away. Not a lot of people came to their dude ranch these days. They lived month to month, barely scraping by. Abby offered many times to drop out of her dance program, but her Mom was adamantly against it. The program was paid for through grants, and besides there was nothing on the ranch to do. If things were a little tighter some months than others, that was fine with Mom.

  “Are you here to compete or do you want some lessons?” someone called out.

  Abby looked to her left and found the lone heckler. Tonya Dewitt. Reigning stunt horse champion, and Abby’s fiercest competition. Standing behind the fencing, Tonya wore a vicious smile. Her eyes said she didn’t consider Abby to be real competition. Rumor had it Tonya had an entire room in her home for her trophies. The past four years had been nothing but victories for her, adding to an already enormous ego.

  Tonya had hired Abby to do some menial stable care tasks last year. She fired Abby, accusing her of mistreating the horses. Tonya had a history of making these allegations against people she didn’t want to pay fully. Ego and reputation wounded, Abby had to accept the lower payment to keep the bill collectors away that month.

  “Well you know what they say about teachers,” Abby replied, riding Wild Blue over to where Tonya stood.

  “What’s that?”

  “Those who can’t, teach,” Abby fired back.

  “That’s funny. It’s good to have a sense of humor if you have nothing else.”

  “You’re not going to practice?”

  “Practice makes perfect, but once you’re already there, more practice is just showing off. I wouldn’t want you to feel intimidated,” Tonya said, smoothing her cowgirl hat over her blonde hair.

  “You are so full of yourself!”

  “Comes with the neighborhood when you’re the best. Sometimes I feel sorry for losers like you: you have to imagine what this feels like.”

  “See you next Tuesday,” Abby said, leaving Tonya confused. Pulling twice on Blue’s left reign, he understood her command perfectly. As he trotted in place, a huge cloud of dust kicked up in Tonya’s face and she turned away coughing.

  “Blue, that was not nice,” Abby said, walking him out of the arena.

  The Nevada Conway center, host to this year’s rodeo championship, was just beginning to fill up. These practice rounds were to get the horses and riders warmed up for later. She had a few hours before the event, and she knew Blue needed some rest before she rode him again.

  Passing by the judge’s table, she saw one just had gotten there early. And boy, was he a looker! Short cropped black hair peeking out from under a cool brown Gus Stetson cowboy hat. Her own bright pinchfront felt hat fell forward as Blue stopped suddenly. She was pitched forward a bit and recovered to see she had almost collided with another horse.

  “Sorry!” she exclaimed to the perturbed rider.

  She looked back at the judges table and the man was standing, letting her check out

  the rest of him. His boots were well worn but clean. She was pleased to note he didn’t wear spurs: she hated people who wore cowboy gear like a costume. He wasn’t riding, he didn’t need spurs. His blue jeans went up to a tasteful turquoise belt buckle. His white checkerboard shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, stretching over his wide muscular frame. Bright blue eyes looked right at her and she felt her jaw drop open. She became very conscious of the hard saddle pushed up against her sex. Composing herself, she led Blue out towards the stables, but not before stealing one more look towards the judge’s table.

  The man had sat back down and was stretching back in his chair, looking at the early bird crowds in the bleachers. On the table sat a placard with the judge’s name: Tom Dewitt.

  Shit, shit, shit! Abby didn’t know how to process a relative of Tonya’s judging the event they were both competing in. Tonya was known for being as cutthroat as they come, and stacking the judges’ table was right up her alley. Abby needed to make sure there wasn’t just some kind of coincidence.

  She brought Blue into his stall and began removing his show tack. The stirrups and

  saddle came off, but she left the hackamore on: Blue hated when she put that on his face, but was fine once it was on. She didn’t want to upset him so close to competition time. A quick brush down and some soothing words had him happily neighing.

  Outside the stall, Abby leaned back against Blue’s gate and considered her options. She took out her phone and launched Facebook. Ignoring all the well wishes from friends and family about the big day, she ran a search. Tonya’s page came up, but it was completely locked down. Of course it was. Women have to be a lot more careful these days. She did a search for Tom. Bingo! No photo available, but Tom Dewitt was Tonya’s cousin.

  Abby knew she had to go on the offensive. If she just sat back, Tonya would steal this championship out from under her. Abby knew what she had to do. The more she thought about it, the more she liked it. She had never done something this naughty before. Sure, she had a few lovers, but never out of revenge or an ulterior motive. She felt her body get warmer and undid the top button of her riding jacket. An inappropriate amount of cleavage showed as her full C-cup breasts threatened to pop the last two buttons. A dull pang ached up from her tight sex, reminding her that she'd practically been celibate these past four months.

  She made her way back to the judges' table, and was pleased to see Tom still sitting alone. He leaned backwards in his chair, taking in the whole arena. Abby swaggered up to the table and sat on the end, stretching her long thin legs out in front of her. She watched Tom's eyes take their time to work up her body.

  "What a hot morning," she said.

  "Hopefully it will cool off later."

  "Riding always gets me worked up."

  "Oh yeah?" Tom asked, grinning.

  "Of course, the bigger the stallion, the better the riding."

  Tom fell backwards out of his chair. Abby struggled to stifle a belly shaking laugh. Tom got up and dusted himself off, still a little vulnerable from his fall. She knew it was time to strike.

  "I have a problem that only a big strong man can help me with," she said, taking his hand. Without waiting for a reply, she walked off towards the stables, a confused and dusty cowboy in tow.

  She led him to an empty stall in the otherwise deserted stable. Some straw covered the floor, giving the small enclosure a musky earthy smell. Closing the gate behind them, she pointed at the metal bar at the far end of
the stall.

  "I think that bar might be loose. Could you check it for me?" she asked.

  "Umm, sure," Tom replied. He moved to the bar and placed both hands on it.

  "Mmm...now don't let go," Abby said, wrapping her hands around him from behind. Tom made to turn around, but she firmly corrected him. She pressed her nose against his shirt and inhaled his sporty clean scent. Her hands squeezed his firm chest and tweaked his nipples. Hers were rock hard and getting sore from being trapped in her jacket.

  "Whoa, what is this all about?" he asked, breathing deeply.

  "I need something from you. I have a feeling you have a need as well," Abby said, her hands trailing down his flat stomach. Her hand passed over his belt buckle and settled on the growing bulge in his jeans. Tom groaned and tried to press his crotch against her hand.

  "Oh my, you're like a stallion about to stud. Do you want to empty your balls into this little mare?"

  Abby's hands worked to undo his button fly. She reached inside and freed his thick cock to dangle down. It pulsed with every touch and was quickly filling up to stand at full attention. Gripping him in her hand made Abby's sex spasm: she felt light headed for a moment and had to steady herself on Tom's back. Regaining her composure, Abby reached back into his pants and felt his balls.

  "Oh yeah, you have a need. These are ready to explode, you poor thing."

  Abby took a firm grip at the base of his manhood. She felt his pulse quicken and in moments his cock was at full attention. She began to stroke his shaft. His breaths became shallow and quick. She knew he was close. She slowed her pace, giving him one good squeeze from the base all the way to the tip. She felt warm dampness at the end of her fingertips.

  "A little treat for me?" Abby asked, bringing her fingers to her mouth. She swallowed his salty precum with satisfaction.

  "Would you be willing to do something else for me?"

  "Whatever you want!" he replied enthusiastically.

  "What I want is to win the trick riding competition," she whispered in his ear.

  "Huh?" Tom replied, turning around.

  A voice came from the entrance of the stable, "And this is our stable. We have forty-four stalls, each one keeping the horses safe and secure."

  "Oh shit!" Abby said, going over to the gate. A guided tour of kids was making its way down the stable. She looked over at Tom who was still buttoning his fly.

  "Lets continue this after the competition," she said, slipping out with a smile on her face. She thought she heard him say something as she left, but she was focused on vanishing before the tour arrived. She made her way out a side entrance then walked back in through the main entrance.

  "You're up next, Abby!" the arena director yelled at her

  Abby nodded and put on her calfskin gloves, listening to the familiar rattle from the pearls that hung off them. This was it, she told herself. This was her first time performing in front of a large crowd, and she wanted it to be a first for them as well. She held Blue's head in her hands.

  "Let's give them a good show, boy," she whispered.

  She hopped up into her saddle and walked Blue towards the entrance of the arena. She didn't have a good view of the judges' table, but that didn't matter now. The cheers of the arena told her that the crowds really liked the other trick horse competitors. Even if Tom pulled through for her, she still had to impress the other judges. She felt guilty over manipulating Tom earlier in the day. She resolved to apologize to him after the competition, no matter the outcome.

  Reaching down into her saddlebag, she took out the last piece of clothing for her performance. The long black silk scarf caught in the breeze and extended out its full fifteen feet. She reeled it in and began folding it over on itself. Two feet long, she brought it up to her eyes and tied it tightly behind her head. Blindfolded, she edged Blue forward a few more feet and waited the cue from the arena director.

  The moments before the buzzer went off stretched out in her mind. She focused her mind completely on what Blue's body language was telling her: he was her eyes. She never performed this trick in front of her Mom, who would've put an immediate end to any trick riding career. Blue breathed easily under her, and the impatient stamping of his feet told her he was ready to explode out of the gate.

  The buzzer droned, and she was pulled forward, riding the wind.

  Abby could barely hear the ending buzzer over the cheers of the crowd. She slowed Blue down to a trot and pulled the scarf down around her neck. Smiling, she waved at the crowd. A little nudge with her left boot brought Blue up on his hind legs, driving the crowd to more cheering. She turned around and looked towards the judges' table. Tom wasn't seated there. Perplexed, she trotted Blue back to the arena entrance. Passing closer to the judges' table, she saw the same Tom Dewitt name plate as before, but the man sitting behind it was older and balding.

  Knowing the judges would take some time to decide on the winner of the competition, she brought Blue back to his stall in the stable. She took his tack off, giving him softspoken praise and a feedbag. She closed his gate behind her and stood in the stable lane. Most of the earlier competitors in the other events had already packed up and left, leaving many stalls empty.

  Across the lane, someone was sweeping and cleaning out an empty stall. Gasping she rushed over and stuck her head in the stall.

  "You!" she said, pointing her finger at the man she thought was Tom.

  "Oh, uhh...hi," he stammered, backing up.

  "Who do you think you are?" she asked, advancing towards him.

  "Now hold on a minute," he pleaded, his back hitting the stall wall.

  "You, you big liar! I thought you were a judge in the competition!" she said as she jabbed her finger up into his chest.

  "Calm down! I never said anything like that. I'm not a judge. I just clean the stalls."

  "Then why were you sitting at the judges' table?" Abby asked, her anger giving way to embarrassment. She spreads her fingers and laid her whole hand against his chest, feeling the hair underneath. Her body craved his even more after her ride.

  "I was taking a load off after the morning setup. A seat is a seat! It's not my fault you assumed-" Her arms flew up around his neck and her lips locked onto his. She pressed her whole body against the marble slabs of his stomach and chest. He dropped the broom and both his hands encircled her, pressing into her. She felt him in his pants, snaking down one pant leg and growing thicker by the moment.

  "I think we still have some unfinished business," she said, kissing a trail down his neck. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons going down his shirt, and her hands ran all over his shoulders and chest. She took a nipple in her mouth and delighted in his moan. His hands went down to her jeans, taking an entire cheek in each. He roughly ground her against his engorging cock while squeezing her ass. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She didn’t need her eyes for this.

  He brought one hand away from her ass and undid the buttons on her riding jacket. Pulling her sports bra to one side, his hand caressed her bare breast. His thumb and forefinger tugged at her nipple, and she ground herself harder against him. Taking a solid grip on her breast, he took her nipple in his mouth. His wet tongue lapped and darted out, contrasting the pressure of his sucking. When that nipple was fully hard, he pulled her bra aside from the other one and got to work on it. Her hands went to the back of his head and she ran her fingers through his hair. He broke off contact and blew cool air across both her breasts. She gasped.

  “Asshole,” she said playfully.

  He kissed her deeply, his tongue parting her lips. Her eyes closed, the feelings intensified tenfold. The tastes of his mouth, the smell of his cheek...Abby was being driven close to the edge. She felt a hand move down her midriff and her heart pounded in her chest. His fingers slipped under her jeans and gripped her trimmed sex. She was slick for him, and he began rubbing his middle finger along her slit. Her arms went around his neck and she pinned him against the back wall.

  “Don�
��t stop,” she murmured.

  Abby felt his middle finger slide down then curve inward, entering her. His finger easily entered her wet sex. She felt his finger pass some of her soft ridges, then withdraw. He plunged his finger in again, going further in. She broke off their kiss and buried her face in his neck. He slid his finger in rhythmically, and she began to match his motions by grinding herself against his hand. Her teeth raked against his neck, her hot breath coming quick and ragged. His finger slid out of her and was replaced by two fingers. She bit down on his muscle-bound neck, tasting his sweat. His thumb made tiny circles on her wet clit, her small nub aching to be rubbed.

  Abby felt a rush flow through her as she came. Warmth spread along her whole body, and she pressed herself against his hand. Her tight sex spasmed against his fingers, trapping them and trying to milk them. Once the orgasm passed, he withdrew his hand. She felt him bring his hand to his mouth and clean her cum off his fingers.

  She kissed him, first on the mouth then down his chest. She stopped to stick her tongue in his belly button. She was delighted that he was torn between being ticklish and horny, but she didn’t torture him for long. She went down on her knees in front of him. Her ass out of his reach, he rested his hands on her shoulders, his gently pressure downward an obvious cue.

  She undid his button fly and pulled his long cock out. She made a tight grip around the base and pulled toward the tip. A dribble of precum came out as she took the head in her mouth. The saltiness of his need was a pure sexual thrill for Abby. Her lips stretched around his shaft, she bobbed her head up and down. Her tongue lapped the underside of cock and swirled the head. One of her hands snuck back into her jeans and she slipped two fingers inside herself. She heard his groans and moved her mouth faster. The deep musk of his cock mixed with the earthy scent of the horse stall. She felt him tense up.