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bricks sat on his heart. How
could he leave Goldie behind, even though he knew he didn’t deserve
her? He should be rejoicing just to be free—be able to walk in
sunlight again. No, he had to be greedy—to want more than he
deserved. If it was merely a matter of the sex, he knew that would
always be available to him once he settled. Women had always been
attracted to him. But it felt as if he’d left his heart with
her.
    His mood dropped with the sun and became as
dark as the sky in the east. Anchored to the ground where he sat,
he couldn’t force himself to move. He remembered and relived
everything that passed between him and Goldie. She hadn’t been
affected as much as he, but by God, she didn’t find it easy to let
him go. A spark of hope entered his mind. If he went back, she
might let him stay. His heart dropped again. Should his past come
to light, it would be the end. Forget it and move on.
    Instead, he unwrapped the meatloaf sandwich
he’d grabbed on the way through the kitchen. His throat tightened
until it felt as though he ate rocks. He washed it down with Coke,
squashed the can and threw it across the road. Tucking his shoes
under his arms, he stood, and hiked down a corn row toward
Goldie.
    By full darkness, he reached the barn.
Animals stirred, whinnied, grunted, and clucked. Pressing against
the barn, he stared toward the house. In the warm light of the
kitchen, Goldie sat at the table with her parents. He reached in
the waist of his pants and adjusted a hard cock from its painful
position. Jesus, all I have to do is see the woman, and I turn into
a column of fiery need. Exhaustion overtook him. So he went in the
barn, hoping to find a place to sleep.
    A smidgen of moonlight shined through a hole
in the roof. I’m going to fix that, if I stay. The huge, old-time
barn had a wide, center aisle down the middle and stalls either
side, with an enclosed area at the back. Mid-way the aisle, he
stumbled over a pile of hay and realized feed had been forked from
above. Okay, where’s the ladder? Fumbling around with his arms
outstretched, his hands hit the illusive steps. Perfect. Once in
the loft, the light improved, and he smiled at a stack of bailed
hay. He loosened enough from one large cube to make a comfortable
place to sleep and fell into it with a grunt of pleasure.
    A movie played against the blackness of deep
sleep. Why was a woman in his wheat field? She sauntered away from
him, her naked back covered in a fall of black hair. Her rounded
ass swiveled as she disturbed the wheat into waves of gold. His
eyes fixated on the movement and his cock hardened. A tornado of
animal lust consumed his body. My wheat, my woman. Soundless, he
raced after her, his cock pulsing painfully. Only a few feet to go.
She glanced over her shoulder and raced away, as fleet as a deer.
The need to push into her body burned into his mind and body. He
dropped to four feet and bounded after her. A vision of mounting
her caused his steel rod and clenching balls to react. As he ran,
they emptied in spasms onto the wheat.
    Oh God, she’s getting away. Heavy muscles in
his flank forced him forward, his hooves cut into the soft earth.
Although aware he remained a man, the pleasure of being a wild
animal overtaking his mate caused every rigid muscle in his body to
react. Almost on her. Before he leapt, his cock enlarged, ready to
take her. Airborne, he overtook her, threw her forward onto her
face into the wheat. He tried to force his cock into her weeping,
ready sex. But she struggled to throw him off her back. Winding his
hand through the black strands of her mane, he jerked her still
and, raging with the mating fever, he tried to force himself into
her.
    She sobbed, cutting through his frenzy. Her
head turned, her emerald eyes glaring. “You must kiss me
first,”
    With a man’s arms, he flipped her over. With
a man’s legs, he forced her to open to him. His burning mouth
descended onto her soft lips, and she swallowed his