Page 53 of Barbed Wire Hearts

My toes don’t even touch the ground because of the height of the four-wheeler, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. His cock slams inside of me over and over again as he ruthlessly fucks me. I scream, enjoying every minute of it, but just before I can finish, he jerks out of me and smacks me on the ass.

“Not yet,” he growls, before grabbing me around the waist and lifting me up. He climbs onto the four-wheeler with me in his arms and bends be over the handlebars. “Hang on,” he orders, just before he slides back inside me and starts up the four-wheeler.

My eyes widen as he starts to jerk my hips back against him, instructing me to move as he kicks the four-wheeler into gear and takes off. The wind pushes my hair back and after a moment of disbelief, I start to move, riding him as we ride the four-wheeler. It’s a rush, and I fully trust him not to wreck us as we drive. My eyes close as the wind rushes past up, pebbling my nipples as I hang over the handle bars. When I start to come undone, he groans and pulls back on the throttle, sending us flying. My adrenaline skyrockets.

“Dakota!” I cry, my hands clenching tight on the handles.

“Right there,” he groans, shoving me down harder. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

My legs shake as he starts to moan, his own releasing finding him there in the adrenaline of the mountains, and the four-wheeler finally slows to a crawl. His hand clenches tightly on my hip, holding me down on his cock, forcing me to take all of him.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans as we stop completely. “That was as good as I imagined.”

I’m windswept, and still in disbelief that stoic, buttoned-up Dakota just took me on the four-wheeler ride of my life.

“Yeah,” I pant, going to move.

His hand tightens on my hip. “Not just yet, Calamity Kate. I’m not done with you.” And then he hops off the four-wheeler and fucks me against it real good, proving yet again that a cowboy knows how to ride.

And goddamn if I don’t enjoy every minute of it.

ChapterThirty-Five

Kate

The next few weeks end up just being us all waiting for calves to be born. Three calves are born within the first week, the tiny baby cows now adorably ready for their trip, but the others are still stubbornly refusing to calf. The poor mamas are full to bursting, lumbering about the field with mournful moos at those that calved, as if asking them to wait for them. I make sure to go out there and reassure them as often as possible that the time is coming, but I’ve never been through pregnancy personally. All I can do is offer comfort and bring them an extra treat each time I go into their pasture.

I miss each of the first births annoyingly because I’m out helping Wiley in the fields, so I end up asking Levi if he can come get me the next time one of the mamas goes into labor. I want to witness it and help if I can. I’ve never seen a calf be born and I’m lowkey invested in the mamas trying to pop out babies. I told him that three days ago, and when he knocks at my cabin door after midnight one night, I rush out after him without hesitation, barely sparing a moment to scrap my hair up in a messy bun.

I’m still in my pajama shorts and shirt, but I shove my feet into my boots and follow him out to the barn, excited, ready. This is it. This is my chance to show I can help. And there’s nothing that hypes me up quite like baby animals.

Levi brought the mama into the barn stall when he noticed she seemed to be having a bit of trouble. The horses all hang their heads out when we come in, saying hello and seemingly equally excited about the newest addition to the ranch. Levi barely says a word as he leads me to a stall at the end and helps me inside. The mama cow is already harnessed up and attached to the side to make sure she doesn’t bang us around. She shifts uncomfortably when we enter but when she recognizes us, she calms. I pat her on the hip.

“I told you it’ll be any day now, Winnie the Moo,” I tell her, grinning.

Levi levels his gaze on me and though it’s late, he still looks just as delectable as usual. “You named the cow Winnie the Moo?”

“Of course I did,” I reason, petting her. “She likes her apples green and her hay soft. Also, when you rub her ears, she makes a sound like Pooh Bear laughing.”

He blinks at me in disbelief, but shakes his head and turns back to Winnie.

“Mostly, we’re only here to help if things seem to be going wrong,” he instructs, gesturing for me to stand off to the side. “She should know how things go, but we’re gonna have to help her.”

I watch, wide eyed, as the mama shifts uncomfortably, mooing and shuffling back and forth. She shakes her head as if distressed, and I glance at Levi worriedly.

“She doesn’t seem calm,” I comment.

“I’d imagine pregnancy isn’t something to be calm about,” he grunts. “Contractions are usually painful.”

“Right,” I murmur, worried. “Can I touch her while she’s pushing?”

“She probably won’t let you,” he answers.

But I’ve long since learned how to talk to all the animals without them viewing me as a threat and Winnie already trusts me. “That’s it,” I coo, coming up to stroke my hand along her side. “That’s a good mama, Winnie. You’re doing so good. You’re gonna push this baby out and then we’ll celebrate with a nice, juicy apple.”

The cow immediately starts shaking her head back and forth before focusing on me.

“Kate,” Levi warns. If she decides she doesn’t want me near her, she could crush me against the side of the stall before I have a chance to move so I understand his distrust. I, however, trust her fully. I’m not distressing her. She’s just in pain.

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