"Watch out!" she heard over suddenly close powerful hoofs. She turned around and stood rooted to the ground, her eyes wide as she awaited her death. Two sharp, extra large horns on the head of the largest animal head se had seen apart from the elephant of course but that's beside the point. Black fur with black shining eyes on the biggest bull she had ever seen and was charging towards her. Her face paled. "Nal!" her sister's voice was distant.
Next thing she knows, she is lifted through the air and her back is slammed to the front of her savior or knight on a horse. She let out a short scream and dug her hand on the arm that was securely branded across her waist.
"Marco! Shoot!" the deep voice of the solid man behind her commanded loud over her head. She looked back at the familiar man who served her at the diner, aiming a gun at the restless bull, without thinking, she lifted her camera from her stomach and took a shot. Her camera was saved. Her phone, she wasn't sure. The horse came to a stop when a thud sounded signaling that danger was no more. The capturer loosened his hold and she slid down, and put her small hand on the thigh of the man to regain her footing, not that he had let go of her, she wanted something to hold onto. The horse she was just on snorted at her dramatic self. "You almost killed me!"
He snorted sitting up straight, "I saved your life. He almost killed you." He gestured to the bull. She finally looked up at him, and oh heavens, she was in trouble, she knew that much when the butterflies in her abdomen intensified as she studied him.
He was huge, like a real life kindred being in the body of Adonis. He was beautiful. Even with the boots and the dark jeans he had on with the t shirt that outlined his muscles almost ripping the material. He had the bluest pair of eyes she had ever seen. And she could have sworn his eyes, those magnetic eyes danced with amusement at her expense.
She heard another set of hooves headed their way and almost jumped the beautiful stranger.
"You!" she glared at Marco, who only but grinned at her. She heard her captor get off his horse.
"Fire cracker, I thought you'd get lost in this sleepy town of ours," Marco mocked, still grinning.
She raised a brow, "fire cracker?"
He ignored her with a shrug and handed her her phone, which had a big ugly crack on the screen, she winced but thanked him anyway. She looked back at the sleeping bull. "is he okay?" her capturer grinned wide, which didn't help calm the butterflies in her abdomen, "he is all good. It's the heat." She raised a brow, "and I'm supposed to know what that is." He rolled his eyes and smirked mischievously, "when an animal is on heat, it wants to mate, have sex, i-" Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment, "I think I know what mate means, thank you for the broad explanation." Marco chuckled, "we already met, this stronzo is my brother, Matteo and this one is Santiago." That's when she noticed the other guy, silent as night, he didn't talk much. "Nala" she said.
The silent guy, Santiago nodded and Matteo grinned, "well, I don't always rescue damsels in distress, but it was a pleasure meeting Nala, Nala."
He found that he liked how he said her name, and so did she, because her body hummed in response.
"I wasn't a damsel in distress- okay maybe I was, shoot me," she rolled her eyes playfully and cleared her throat, raising her head from her five foot height to his tall frame, "Thank you for rescuing me, Matteo" His grin turned into a full blown smile, "anytime, princess."
She looked away shyly and walked to where the bull was laying just a few minutes ago. She squat and raised her camera to her eyes, taking shots of the prints the horses and the bull left, it would make one heck of a story.
Matter drew in air into his lungs. He was tempted to have her back there, with her back pressed to his front or maybe her squatting like she did, him beneath her as she rode his member. He watched her mass of red curls flow just below her shoulders, she looked fiery and bad ass.
God, she is beautiful.
Her eyes were rich in caramel. And her caramel skin seemed so soft, he was itching to find out in all the inappropriate ways possible. When her hand held his, he felt his blood boil. And when she put her hand on his thigh, Christ, he almost fainted. He watched her stand back up, her ass in full view. His hands were itching to get a handful of that heart shaped ass and he had to fix his jeans to cater for the hard on growing. He cleared his throat, not looking at his younger brother who was looking at him amused, and mounted back on his horse. Yeah, maybe he was checking out the black girl. But who in his right mind, wouldn't. he looked at her one last time and found her already looking at him. Those eyes. He gave her a nod and guided his horse away, he could still smell her chocolate scent on him. Damn it!