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lubricant. Would come in handy later as well. Easing a sharp breath through his clenched teeth, he squirted a handful of into his palm, then grasped his painfully hard erection.
    As he worked his male flesh, he thought about kneeling before Lexie, his tongue laving her wet sex. Then standing up and pushing into her silky pussy. It would feel like wet satin wrapped around his dick. He’d grab her round hips and squeeze tight and draw her closer as his balls tightened, preparing to shoot semen deep inside her.
    Maybe even impregnating her.
    The thought got him so excited, he came close to climax. Jackson hissed out a breath, wanting the fantasy to last a little longer. Yeah, he’d fuck her hard, their flesh slapping together, but most of all, he wanted to see passion daze her eyes.
    He wanted to see her smile for him, and him alone. How he adored seeing her dimple pierce her left cheek and her pretty gray eyes sparkle.
    Only he would claim her in the flesh and put his mating mark on her tender skin. He would seduce her with so much pleasure, she’d capitulate and agree to mate him for life.
    And if that didn’t work, he’d tie her up again. Once he was finished, she’d never seek another male’s bed.
    Shuddering, he grabbed a towel and ejaculated into it. It would suffice for now. But he wanted the real thing with Lexie. Hot, passionate sex.
    And he would have her, and claim her in the flesh. Soon.
    Very soon.
     
     

 

Chapter 4
     
     
    Jackson in the nude was enough to make Lexie’s heart stop, but damn, the Lupine also looked good sitting on a horse. Sunlight glinted his dark brown hair, burnishing several strands to dark gold. A rush of blood surged to her groin, making her fully aware she wasn’t as indifferent to his sexuality as she’d thought…
    Sitting on a seasoned gelding he’d found for her, Lexie watched him work. The other cowboys paled in comparison to him.
    Tight jeans molded to his muscular thighs, hidden now by leather chaps. Instead of a traditional halter, he used a braided rawhide bosal looped around his cutting horse’s nose. At the bosal’s end was a long rope. Fascinated, she watched him guide the horse as the calf ran to the right. He leaned into the saddle and let the rope fly. Jackson jumped off his mount and with werewolf speed, dropped the yearling down and roped it tight in minutes.
    Glancing up, he saw her staring. Jackson tipped back his hat and winked. “Don’t worry, Lexie. I’ll be much gentler when I tie you up.”
    “And I’ll be far more trouble, because I can run much faster than a fat calf.”
    “Don’t doubt it,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping over her. “Can’t wait to try.”
    Then he became all business as he beckoned to her. She slid out of the saddle and joined him. Lexie approached the trussed yearling with caution.
    “Yearlings spook easily. Stubborn as hell and they can run fast, too. Easier to rope ‘em, give ‘em their meds and turn ‘em loose instead of rounding them up. Bring me that cooler over there, sweetheart. It has the vials of vaccine in it.”
    When she did, he opened the cooler and removed a vial, then took a stainless-steel syringe with a needle long enough to spear an anaconda. Lexie felt faint.
    “I’ve heard Mitchell pack Lupines were into kink, but is this your idea of a fun time? You’re not going to use this on me, are you?”
    Jackson held up the big syringe. “Naw. All you’ll feel with this baby is a little prick. And I want you to feel a much larger one.”
    At his cocky grin, she realized the double entendre. Laughter bubbled up like effervescent water. She let it out and oh, it felt so good to laugh again. How long had it been? This cowboy with his sexy swagger and lopsided grin made her smile.
    “Today we’re vaccinating the yearlings. You inject and I’ll rope ‘em. Here.”
    Moving over to one of two calves already roped and bawling like banshees, he knelt down. “Easy, girl,” he soothed. “Now, this is a