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Mated To The Mountain Lion by Terra Wolf (5)

Chapter 5: Dallas

 

The sun broke through the ratty curtains of the trailer, and I stretched my arm out to pull Autumn close. Her aged scent on my stubble wafted through my nose, and I figured it could use a little polishing off. After all, who doesn’t like waking up with a nice orgasm?

But when I felt the cool sheets of the bed beside me, I peeled my eyes open to a familiar sight. The sheets were crinkled, the pillow was mussed, and Autumn was nowhere in sight.

“Fuck!” I yelled before I grabbed her pillow and threw it against the wall.

I couldn’t believe I’d gotten sucked into her again. She had the balls to knock on my trailer door, donning that whole ‘innocent me-broken heart’ act, and I fucking fell for it. But a part of me still held onto hope that maybe she was in another part of the trailer, so I planted my feet on the floor and walked the small span of the encasement. I checked the bathroom to see if she was cleaning up, and even peeked around into the kitchen to see if she was eating a bowl of cereal on the couch, but all to no avail. When I realized she was actually gone, all I could do was rear my foot back and kick the table, permitting the deep and angry growl building inside of my throat to escape from my mouth.

I was an idiot to think she had sought me out to reconcile. With her big doe eyes and her wispy blonde hair, my body was fucking weak to her. When she sat on my couch and started crying, I’d thought she wanted to fix things between us and to start over to see if we could figure something out. It was obvious she had been nervous and distraught, but had it all been just an act? If so, why the hell did she come here in the first place? Just for sex? As beautiful as Autumn was, she could get that shit anywhere.

Besides, she wasn’t that kind of girl. And even though it had been five years since college, I refused to think she had turned into that kind of girl. Whatever she’d been doing and wherever she’d been doing it, I wasn’t about to think she’d just put on an act to get it in with someone.

Autumn August was the love of my life, and when I ripped that trailer door open yesterday, I realized I had never stopped loving her despite all the years that had passed since I last saw her. Seeing her standing there in that pale-yellow dress with her beautiful honey hair wrapping around her neck, my heart had fluttered the same way it did when I first laid eyes on her on that college courtyard. And she had been so supportive of my bull riding. Yeah, sure, she worried over whether or not I’d get hurt, but what woman wouldn’t? Her worrying didn’t keep her from sitting in the stands and watching. And every single time she was in the stands, I would manage to stay on the entire eight seconds.

Every rodeo, and every practice run or professional run, if she was there, I stayed on. It was like she was my good luck charm, the magnet that kept my ass attached to that damn saddle. It was incredible, and everyone around me thought so. They called me unbeatable and told me it took a bull to ride a bull. Soon, the nickname stuck, and I was being called Dallas ‘Bullheaded’ Rawlings.

Autumn always said that I was bullheaded for other reasons, but I always told her I was just headstrong and knew what I wanted, and what I wanted was her.

The truth was that if the rodeo ever became too much and she asked me to quit, I would’ve given it up in a heartbeat. I loved that woman more than I ever did the rodeo, and if there ever came a point where I was hurt, or her nerves were fried, I’d stop just so she would be all right. Having her in the stands was what kept me on that bull, and it was what kept me in control of my other nature too. She gave me the confidence I needed to keep going, even when every joint in my hand was being ripped from its place and I felt like my body wanted to explode into its alternate form just for the chances of getting some relief.

When she left, it was like I lost my grip. My practice ride times got shorter and shorter, and pretty soon, bulls were dropping down and bucking me off their backs in two seconds flat. Initially, I’d always suspected the bulls were someone frightened by me, sensing my nature. But in Autumn’s absence, so much of the fight had gone out of me that the bulls began to see me as no more frightening than an agitated house cat.

After she left, I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t keep my grip, and I couldn’t ride anymore. So I stopped.

I never signed up for another rodeo and reporters tracked me down for weeks, trying to figure out why I was no longer riding. Rumors flew that I’d been hurt in a practice run, and from there, stories about me having concussions, mental issues, and losing fingers flew into the local tabloids. But I kept to myself and helped take in the rough stock being retired from the rodeo, and those rough stocks began to breed and have calves. Pretty soon, I had me a fresh batch of rough stock that the rodeo was interested in, and when I officially established my ranch, young men soon began tracking me down to asked if I trained riders.

I’d shrugged and said, “Sure, why not?” And from that point on, my rodeo business was born.

But that’s when I realized something. Yesterday was the first time since my college days that I’d stayed on the back of a bull for the entire eight seconds. I couldn’t begin to explain why I decided yesterday was the day to ride. But something in my gut had told me it was time to get back in the saddle.

And unbeknownst to me, Autumn had been sitting in the stands watching.

“Shit,” I breathed before I ran my hands over my face. That woman really was my good luck charm. Sitting in the stands and cheering me on to the full eight seconds without me even knowing she was there. Unbelievable.

What the hell was I supposed to do now? Her smell permeated my fucking trailer, and it threatened to swallow me whole while my mind sprang back to the memory of what it felt like to have her entire body on my face. How good it felt to feel the meats of her thighs against my cheeks.

I refused to let that woman take me down the way she did five years ago. I refused to lose myself in my anger and my sadness. I refused to continue asking myself why the hell she never stayed, or what the hell I could’ve done better so she would have stayed. I was a damn good man with a damn good business, and any other woman would’ve considered herself lucky to be by my side.

Every woman except the one I wanted, apparently.

Well, no more. No fucking more. I had work to do back at the ranch, and I was already late.

I strode over to the bathroom, threw the small door open, and squeezed myself into the shower. The first order of business was getting her tainted smell off my body, and then I needed to pull my clothes on and get on back to my animals. I had training sessions scheduled throughout the day and a pregnant heifer I was watching for a friend who was out of town for another rodeo clear across state lines.

I’d built a good life for myself, and if she didn’t want to be a part of it, then she didn’t have to be.

I let the hot water flow over my body and wash the remnants of her away as I ran my schedule for the day through my head.