“That was by no means running,” Jessica said with a laugh.
“Really?” Josh said his voice sounding petulant, even to himself. “Then what, pray tell, is running?”
He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. Jessica sat up straighter on Chestnut and a look of determination settled onto her face.
“We’ll race you to the river … last one there is a dirty, rotten egg!”
“Jessica!” All three men yelled at the same time, but it was too late. Jessica had spurred the all too accommodating Chestnut on and was flying at break neck speed toward the river.
“Holy shit!” Scott cursed as he and the other men urged their horses after her. She was going so fast … too fast.
“Jessica stop! Stop!” They took turns yelling but there was no way she’d hear them.
Despite the horror of the moment Scott couldn’t help notice that Jessica’s body had taken on the riding position of a horse jockey … as much as she could on a western saddle. And she was going so fast! Even though the men were urging their horses on, the gap between them and her kept widening.
“Is she making a run for it?” Josh asked suddenly, fear coursing through him.
“No,” Jim said but there was no conviction behind it.
“She has to stop at the river,” Scott added. “she’s not going anywhere.”
“How can she go so fucking fast?” Josh asked as she pulled even further ahead of them. Chestnut looked like her legs were barely touching the ground.
“She has no fear … “ Jim answered with awe.
“Or she thinks she’s going to get away.” Scott said. And the horror of the possibility became more real as Jessica approached the river. It wasn’t a huge river but wide and wild enough that a person and horse would have to slow down and carefully make their way across it. But Jessica wasn’t slowing down.
“What the …” Josh began as it appeared that Jessica was actually urging Chestnut on, making her go faster.
“She wouldn’t …” Scott said a horrible thought beginning to form. “She’s not crazy enough to try and …”
“Jump?” Jim finished Scott’s sentence as Jessica and Chestnut launched into the air and sailed over the river.
The men let out a collective sigh when Jessica and Chestnut landed safely on the other side. They had made it to the river and stood watching Jessica continue to ride away.
“She’s not stopping …” Scott said. But then Jessica looked over her shoulder. She turned Chestnut in a wide arc and raced back toward the river.
“Oh no …” Josh growled as he realized her intention.
“No! Stop Jessica, stop!” Jim yelled as horse and rider picked up speed near the river. All three men fell silent and watched in slack jawed awe as Jessica and Chestnut sailed back over the river. Jessica guided Chestnut in another large circle and slowed her to a trot as she headed back to the men.
“Did you see that?” Jessica exclaimed while petting Chestnut’s neck, “Isn’t she great?”
“Great!” Josh growled.
Scott grabbed Jessica’s reins and pulled her closer. He stared into her face, unsure what to say or do. He couldn’t decide if he was angry with her or impressed by her.
As he watched the excitement on her face, in her eyes, the way she looked at him so innocently as if she had no clue what she’d just put him through, the urge to dominate her swept over him like a tidal wave. But Jessica was too preoccupied to notice.
“Do you know what we should do?” She was asking in a breathless and excited voice.
“No …” Josh replied through clenched teeth, “what?”
But Scott knew, knew exactly what he wanted to do. But he couldn’t do it here.
“We should time the horses.” She answered Josh, but then swung her gaze to Scott. “Chestnut is amazingly fast, I bet you the others are too. Ebony will be like a rocket I’m sure …”
“Don’t even consider bringing Ebony into this …” Scott growled.
She was 100% certifiable. What were the chances that Jim and Josh would let him take her to his room right now? He began forming what he hoped would be a convincing argument to not only convince Jim to switch his night with him but also allow him to fuck her brains out during the day, right now.
“Unbelievable!” Jim suddenly exclaimed and his tone even caught through Scott’s growing urges and got his attention. Everyone looked at him. He was staring at Jessica with the strangest expression on his face.
“You just live, don’t you? You don’t even consider the possible dangers involved in anything … you don’t even care. You just do it?” Jim was excited. He finally understood Jessica. There was no intent behind anything she did. She wasn’t planning and scheming at every moment. She just seized whatever opportunities came along. It was all so clear now.
“I guess …” she said when all the men’s eyes landed on her and waited. She honestly didn’t know what Jim was talking about but somehow his words seemed to mean something to Josh and Scott. They seemed to be relaxing.
“Just what kind of horseback riding did you used to do?” Jim asked realizing that this wouldn’t be a trait that just developed. It had to be with her from the beginning.
“Racing, jumping, barrel racing, rodeo …” Jessica rhymed off nonchalantly.
“Your … parents … “ Scott nearly choked on the words, “would let you do these things?”
“Of course,” Jessica replied. “they never said no to anything. They believed anything and everything was possible.”
Silence hung in the air as the men absorbed this. Jessica was still smiling at them. She’d answered in a tone that implied it was a matter of fact. No sadness, no anger, no regret.
“That explains a lot.” Josh mumbled. Jessica clearly wasn’t used to being told no, or what she could or could not do. They’d lost before they’d even begun.
“So,” Jessica said, excitement bubbling inside her, “there’s a perfect straightaway right there.” She said pointing behind them, “we can run the horses flat out and time them!”
“Maybe you can run them flat out,” Jim said, “but I sure can’t.”
“You don’t have to,” Jessica said, “I can run the horse that’s being timed … but it helps if you ride too, give the horse someone to race. We can start with Chestnut … Josh will you race too?”
Josh looked at Scott. Scott shrugged. He didn’t really know what to do.
“Okay,” Josh replied.
“So we should start over here,” Jessica said beginning to move away.
Scott let Chestnut’s reigns go … he was lost.
“Line up here.” She was telling Jim and Josh. “And we’ll race to that clump of trees. And Scott, you have your watch right? You can time Chestnut. Then we can switch horses and we’ll time the others. You can use your rifle as the starting pistol.”
Scott didn’t know how Jim and Josh felt, but he felt like he was in a daze. Obediently he pulled his rifle out as Jessica, Jim and Josh spaced themselves out along the imaginary start line. They looked at Scott. As if on autopilot he fired the gun into the air, and the horses took off. Jessica and Chestnut broke out ahead at what seemed to be an impossible speed. When Jessica pulled up at the trees Scott pressed stop on his watch. He looked at the numbers on the watch and his mind had trouble grasping their meaning.
“How’d she do?” Jessica asked as she came to join him.
“Unbelievable,” Scott whispered. Jessica smiled.
“How do you stay on the flipping horse?” Josh asked. He had pushed his horse as fast as he dared … to the point at which he actually felt fear, and Jessica still blew him away.
“You just have to get in rhythm with the horse … “ Jessica said as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do. “Okay, now switch with me …” she said swinging off of Chestnut and moving toward Josh.
Josh pulled his rifle from its holder and swung off of Tanner, his horse.
“Do you want to run this one?” he asked Scott.
Scott shook his head.
“Didn’t think so.” Josh mumbled as he climbed on Chestnut. Jessica was already guiding Tanner to the start line. Scott fired the rifle into the air again and the horses flew off the mark. Scott gasped for breath as he pressed stop on his watch … another unbelievable time.
Hours later Jessica was clanking around the kitchen preparing dinner. The men sat in the living room watching her. They’d run the horses over and over again. Times improving with each run.
“My ass hurts.” Josh stated as he brought the beer he’d been nursing to his lips.
“Mine too,” Jim replied.
“Do you think hers does?” Josh asked nodding toward Jessica.
“How can it not?” Jim asked.
Scott suddenly sat forward. “Jessica,” he called. She peeked over at him. “How’s your ass?”
Jessica looked back at her butt and then back at Scott, confusion evident on her face.
“Is it sore?” Jim clarified with a laugh.
“No,” she replied.
“I want to play euchre again tonight.” Scott said, her answer being enough for him. No sore ass meant plenty of action was possible. His urge to dominate Jessica had not subsided throughout the day. He had to win tonight with her. Since she wasn’t sore after the riding there’d be nothing to interfere with the multiple orgasms he intended to give her.
“Sure,” Jim said catching the drift of what Scott wanted.
“Just remember that Jessica has a habit of winning.” Josh said also understanding what Scott was after.
“She has to lose some time.” Scott said.
Josh shook his head. He hoped Scott was wrong. He didn’t want to lose his night with her.
Scott closed the bedroom door behind him. Jessica was toweling off by his bed. He had played euchre as if he were playing for his very life. He was so relieved when he and Jim had won. And then even more relieved when he had won the straw draw that determined who between he and Jim had their night with Jessica that night. He’d been so eager to get Jessica to his room that he’d even convinced Jim and Josh to wait for tomorrow to hear Jessica’s secret. She’d been unable to think of a secret initially and he didn’t have the patience to wait.
“Don’t bother.” Scott said as Jessica had reached for her pajamas. Jessica turned to face Scott, the towel wrapped around her.
“Your horses are great Scott!” She said clearly unable to get the day of riding out of her head. “Are you going to race them?”
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