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THE QUILTED NYLON VEST Margot had been wearing earlier was hanging on the standard of a brush jump when Travis climbed between the rails of the exercise ring. Carrying a coiled longe tape and a pair of side reins in his hands, he walked toward the center of the ring while Margot cantered on the rail. Thanks to the extensive riding she’d been doing, she’d improved 1,000 percent over the last two weeks. Her leg was more secure and she was sitting easily to Mystique’s rolling canter. Still, a session of riding without stirrups and reins would help her achieve a rock-solid seat and a better sense of balance. In a hunt trial, with its timed pace, varied terrain, and tricky obstacles, she would need strength and balance in spades.
Margot rounded the corner. Sweet Jesus, he wished she’d kept that vest on, he thought, distracted by the soft bounce of her breasts beneath her sweater.
Bringing Mystique to a walk, she cut into the center and halted in front of him.
“You ready?” His question came out like the croak of a dying frog. For God’s sake, Maker, get a grip.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Okay, then. Hop off so I can attach these side reins. They’ll control her head carriage while you’re working on the flat. I’ll remove them when it comes time to jump.”
“What should I do with the reins?” she asked, lifting the braided rein between her gloved fingers.
“Tie ’em in her mane. That way they won’t slip up and down her neck. If you think you’re gonna fall, they’ll be right there within grabbing reach.”
“Good to know.” Her dry tone had him grinning. She’d always had spunk. He liked that she hadn’t lost it.
While Travis looped the side reins through Mystique’s snaffle bit, Margot knotted her own reins in a thick chunk of Mystique’s copper mane. Then, kicking her feet out of the stirrups, she swung her right leg over the saddle and dismounted, landing lightly beside him. Without further ado, she began removing the stirrups. As she tugged at the leathers, her elbow grazed his arm. His muscles twitched in response.
“Here, switch places with me. I’ve got to attach this end of the side rein around the girth,” he said, stepping toward her. She moved simultaneously and when their bodies bumped, she gave a laugh. “Oh! Sorry!”
He hardly heard the apology, totally focused on the warm softness of her. She scooted around him while he blindly lifted the saddle flap and felt for the billets to unbuckle the girth. He breathed deeply—a mistake, he realized belatedly, as he inhaled the flowery scent she liked to wear. His head spun as the blood in his veins rushed straight to his groin. He groaned with need.
“Is it too stiff?”
He nearly jumped out of his skin. “What?”
“The girth,” she answered. “I’ve been oiling it but the leather’s still a bit stiff. It looked like it was giving you some trouble.”
Jesus. She had no idea of the trouble he was in. And he’d be in a whole lot more if he didn’t regain a modicum of control over his body.
She was staring, waiting for his response. He had only to pivot and she could be in his arms.
“Need help?” she asked.
Damn straight he did. “I’ve got it, thanks,” he managed tersely, yanking the girth free and sliding the side rein over it before rebuckling it to the saddle. He let the saddle flap drop and stepped back, putting some sorely needed distance between them. “Let’s get the other side done before Mystique thinks it’s time for hay and a siesta.”
After attaching the side reins and removing the stirrups, Travis threaded the longe line through Mystique’s bit and double-checked the tightness of the girth, all the while careful not to stand too close to Margot. But that did little to cure his distraction or his body’s anticipation at what was coming.
“Let me give you a leg up.” Just thinking about wrapping his hand about her booted leg made his palms itch.
“No, no, that’s all right. I’ll go stand on the wall jump to mount.”
“Not necessary. I’ll lift you,” he enunciated between gritted teeth.
“Well, you needn’t act so ornery,” she said, sounding mighty testy herself.
“I’m not ornery.” I’m horny. “Give me your damned leg.”
“Fine,” she snapped. But she didn’t move. And neither did he, lost in the clear blue sky of her eyes.
Her breath was like a warm current in the autumn air. He dipped his head to savor the petal softness of her lips, only to jerk backward.
Her blasted cell had started ringing from inside her vest pocket. He’d have given anything to grab the damned thing and hurl it across the exercise ring.
“Sorry.” Margot ran over to the jump where she’d hung her vest, leaving him scowling after her. No need to guess who was calling. Travis wondered only how many times Charlie Ayer had already telephoned.
Her breathless hello was like a poison-tipped knife to the gut. Jealousy spread swiftly through his veins.
Biting back a curse, he gave a light tug on the longe line and Mystique fell into step beside him. Feeling mean and surly, he marched the mare around the ring, his eyes trained straight ahead, counting the minutes Margot stood by the jump, the phone pressed to her ear.
He should have kissed her. If he’d been kissing her, no way would she be talking to Charlie now. She’d still be in his arms.
There was an impatient yank to the back of his sweater. “For Pete’s sake, Travis, will you hold up a second so I can mount?”
“Didn’t want Mystique to tighten up while you chatted the morning away.” He sounded like a jerk, but he wasn’t about to let on that what really angered him wasn’t so much the call as the caller’s identity.
“Well, I’m finished. So perhaps you can see your way to giving me a leg up now.” Margot’s tone was haughty, the barn princess of old.
It should have been a damn sight easier to give her a leg up when he was good and pissed. He should have been able to ignore the sweet curve of her ass. He should have been able to breathe, damn it all. But this was Margot. Hadn’t she always been able to turn him inside out? Turn him on without even trying?
He grabbed her shiny field boot midcalf and bit out, “One, two, three,” tossing her into the saddle with enough force to send her to Mars.
She lunged for the pommel to keep from flying off the other side. “I thought the point was to put me in the saddle, not in the dirt.”
“Just checking your reflexes, Princess.”
It was a cheap shot to call her Princess, especially when she’d been working as hard as anyone at the barn. He saw her blink rapidly and felt like the worst sort of heel. Damn it all, now he’d gone and made her cry.
“Listen, Margot—”
But she ducked her head so the brim of her hunt cap shielded her face. When she straightened her expression was wintry. “Shall we begin? I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.” Her voice was as icy as her gaze.
His gut twisted with shame. “Yeah, let’s,” he said quietly.
She nudged Mystique into a walk while he played out the canvas webbing of the longe line. Nothing wrong with her posture, he thought. Her back was as straight as an arrow and the angled lines from her hip to her knee to the toe of her boot perfectly mimicked how her leg would look in the stirrup.
The question was how long she would be able to maintain that leg position at the trot, an even more challenging task than sitting to Mystique’s smooth, rocking-chair canter.
As if she’d read his thoughts, Margot’s inside leg moved back a fraction and her thighs closed about the saddle, urging the mare forward.
Travis let her grow accustomed to the sensation of trotting with nothing but the strength of her leg muscles and her sense of balance to keep her squarely in the saddle and Mystique moving forward. He watched as she made minute adjustments and corrections—pulling her shoulders back, lifting her stubborn chin, and using her seat to drive Mystique forward. Around and around the mare trotted smoothly, Margot’s leg long and strong.
Time to up the ante, he decided. “You’ve got her moving nicely there. Take up a posting trot and see if you can maintain that pace.” Then, succumbing to an admittedly sadistic impulse, he said, “And just to keep you from using your arms, stick ’em out to the side, like the wings of a jet plane.”
There was the tiniest shift in the angle of her head as she shot him a look that consigned him to one of the nastier circles of hell. Then up went her arms until she was holding them perpendicularly as she posted.
The set of her jaw told Travis how fiercely she was concentrating on following the rhythm of Mystique’s trot to help her rise out of the saddle. He could only imagine her thoughts. Probably picturing him being skewered and roasted alive, he decided. But she hadn’t stopped posting and those arms were still out to the side.
Good for her. Though she might hate him for inflicting this particular brand of abuse, riding without stirrup and reins was the best training regimen he could devise. Another thing he planned to do was to get her out for a long gallop over Rosewood and the neighboring properties. Ring work and gymnastics were important, but so was remembering how to control the awesome power of a horse hurtling over open fields and fences.
As she continued trotting, Travis couldn’t help but be impressed by how well she was holding up. She was all lean, taut muscle. A sudden, startlingly clear image of those long, strong legs wrapped about him, riding him, filled his mind, and it nearly felled him.
He coughed to clear his throat, which had gone desert-dry. Margot glanced over at him expectantly, awaiting instruction. And what was he doing instead of helping her? Standing around and weaving X-rated fantasies in his head.
“Okay. Lower your arms and pretend you’re holding the reins as you return to a sitting trot. Your back’s wobbling a bit. Use your core muscles to keep it nice and straight. Good. How’re you feeling?” he asked.
She didn’t so much as glance at him. “How do you think I’m feeling?”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

THE Quilted Nylon Vest Margot telah mengenakan awal tergantung pada standar lompatan sikat ketika Travis naik antara rel dari cincin latihan. Membawa tape longe melingkar dan sepasang kendali sisi di tangannya, ia berjalan menuju pusat cincin sementara Margot berkuda pada rel. Berkat berkuda luas dia telah lakukan, dia meningkat 1.000 persen selama dua minggu terakhir. Kakinya lebih aman dan dia duduk dengan mudah untuk canter bergulir Mystique ini. Namun, sesi berkuda tanpa sanggurdi dan kendali akan membantunya mencapai kursi rock-solid dan rasa yang lebih baik keseimbangan. Dalam uji coba berburu, dengan kecepatan yang berjangka waktu, medan bervariasi, dan hambatan rumit, ia akan membutuhkan kekuatan dan keseimbangan dalam sekop.
Margot mengitari sudut. Manis Yesus, ia berharap ia terus bahwa rompi, ia berpikir, terganggu oleh pantulan lembut payudaranya di balik sweater-nya.
Membawa Mystique untuk berjalan-jalan, ia memotong ke pusat dan berhenti di depannya.
"Kau siap? "Pertanyaannya keluar seperti parau dari katak sekarat. Demi, pembuat Tuhan, mendapatkan pegangan.
"Seperti yang saya siap akan pernah terjadi."
"Oke, kalau begitu. Hop off jadi saya dapat melampirkan kendali samping ini. Mereka akan mengontrol kepala kereta nya saat Anda sedang bekerja di flat. Saya akan menghapusnya ketika tiba saatnya untuk melompat.
"" Apa yang harus saya lakukan dengan kendali? "Tanyanya, mengangkat kendali dikepang antara jari bersarung
nya." Em Tie 'di mane nya. Dengan begitu mereka tidak akan tergelincir dan lehernya. Jika Anda berpikir Anda akan jatuh, mereka akan segera ada dalam meraih jangkauan.
"" Baik untuk tahu. "Nada kering nya telah dia menyeringai. Dia selalu punya keberanian. Dia menyukai bahwa dia tidak kehilangan itu.
Sementara Travis dilingkarkan kendali sisi melalui Mystique ini mencuri bit, Margot diikat tali kekang sendiri dalam sepotong tebal tembaga surai Mystique ini. Kemudian, menendang kakinya keluar dari sanggurdi, ia mengayunkan kaki kanannya di atas pelana dan turun, mendarat ringan di sampingnya. Tanpa basa-basi lagi, ia mulai melepas sanggurdi. Saat ia menarik-narik kulit, sikunya menyerempet lengannya. Otot-ototnya mengejang dalam menanggapi.
"Di sini, beralih tempat dengan saya. Aku harus melampirkan akhir ini mengekang sisi di sekitar lingkar itu, "katanya, melangkah ke arahnya. Dia pindah secara bersamaan dan ketika tubuh mereka bertemu, dia memberi tertawa. "Oh! Maaf!
"Dia tidak mendengar permintaan maaf, benar-benar terfokus pada kelembutan hangat nya. Dia berlari sekitar saat dia membabi buta mengangkat flap pelana dan merasa untuk billet untuk melepaskan lingkar tersebut. Dia menarik napas dalam-kesalahan, ia menyadari terlambat, karena ia menghirup aroma bunga dia suka memakai. Kepalanya berputar sebagai darah dalam pembuluh darahnya bergegas langsung ke pangkal pahanya. Dia mengerang dengan kebutuhan.
"Apakah terlalu kaku?"
Dia hampir melompat keluar dari kulitnya. "Apa?"
"Ketebalan The," jawabnya. "Aku sudah meminyaki tapi kulit masih agak kaku. Itu tampak seperti itu memberi Anda beberapa masalah.
"Yesus. Dia tidak tahu masalah dia berada di. Dan dia akan berada di jauh lebih banyak jika ia tidak kembali jumlah sedikit kontrol atas tubuhnya.
Dia menatap, menunggu jawabannya. Dia hanya untuk pivot dan dia bisa berada di pelukannya.
"Butuh bantuan?" Tanyanya.
Sialan langsung dia lakukan. "Aku punya itu, terima kasih," ia berhasil ketus, menghentak ketebalan gratis dan menggeser mengekang sisi atasnya sebelum rebuckling ke pelana. Dia menjatuhkan tutup sadel dan melangkah mundur, menempatkan beberapa jarak sangat diperlukan di antara mereka. "Mari kita sisi lain dilakukan sebelum Mystique berpikir sudah waktunya untuk jerami dan tidur siang."
Setelah memasang kendali sisi dan menghapus sanggurdi, Travis berulir garis longe melalui Mystique yang sedikit dan dua kali diperiksa ketatnya ketebalan, semua sementara hati-hati untuk tidak berdiri terlalu dekat dengan Margot. Tapi itu tidak sedikit untuk menyembuhkan gangguan atau antisipasi tubuhnya di apa yang akan terjadi.
"Mari saya beri kaki up." Hanya berpikir tentang membungkus tangannya tentang kakinya boot membuat telapak gatal nya.
"Tidak, tidak, tidak apa- . Aku akan pergi berdiri di melompat dinding untuk me-mount.
"" Tidak perlu. Aku akan mengangkat Anda, "ia diucapkan antara gigi
terkatup." Nah, Anda tidak perlu bertindak begitu kasar, "katanya, terdengar perkasa testi
dirinya." Saya tidak bengal. "Saya horny. "Beri aku kaki Anda terkutuk."
"Baik," bentaknya. Tapi dia tidak bergerak. Dan ia juga tidak, hilang di langit biru yang jelas matanya.
Napasnya seperti arus hangat di udara musim gugur. Dia mencelupkan kepalanya untuk menikmati kelembutan kelopak bibirnya, hanya untuk brengsek mundur.
Sel mengecam nya sudah mulai berdering dari dalam saku rompi. Dia akan memberikan apa saja untuk meraih hal terkutuk dan melemparkannya di cincin latihan.
"Maaf." Margot berlari ke melompat di mana ia menggantung rompi, meninggalkan dia cemberut setelah dia. Tidak perlu menebak siapa yang menelepon. Travis bertanya-tanya hanya berapa kali Charlie Ayer sudah menelepon.
Halo sesak napas nya seperti pisau racun-tip untuk usus. Kecemburuan menyebar cepat melalui pembuluh darahnya.
Menggigit kembali kutukan, ia memberi tarikan ringan pada baris longe dan Mystique jatuh ke langkah sampingnya. Merasa berarti dan bermuka masam, ia berjalan kuda di sekitar ring, matanya terlatih lurus ke depan, menghitung menit Margot berdiri melompat, telepon ditekan untuk telinganya.
Dia seharusnya menciumnya. Jika ia sudah menciumnya, tidak ada cara yang akan dia berbicara dengan Charlie sekarang. Dia masih berada di pelukannya.
Ada yank sabar ke belakang sweater-nya. "Untuk Pete sake, Travis, akan Anda memegang kedua sehingga saya bisa me-mount?"
"Tidak ingin Mystique memperketat saat Anda mengobrol pagi pergi." Dia terdengar seperti brengsek, tapi ia tidak akan membiarkan pada bahwa yang membuatnya marah itu tidak begitu banyak panggilan sebagai identitas pemanggil.
"Yah, aku selesai. Jadi mungkin Anda dapat melihat jalan ke memberi saya kaki sekarang. "Nada Margot adalah angkuh, putri gudang tua.
Seharusnya pemandangan sialan lebih mudah untuk memberikan kaki ketika dia baik dan marah. Dia seharusnya bisa mengabaikan kurva manis pantatnya. Dia seharusnya bisa bernapas, sialan semua. Tapi ini Margot. Bukankah ia selalu bisa mengubahnya dalam ke luar? Hidupkan dia di bahkan tanpa berusaha?
Dia meraih nya mengkilap booting bidang pertengahan betis dan sedikit keluar, "Satu, dua, tiga," melemparkan dia ke pelana dengan kekuatan yang cukup untuk mengirim dia ke Mars.
Dia menerjang untuk memukul untuk menjaga dari terbang sisi lain. "Saya pikir intinya adalah untuk menempatkan saya di pelana, bukan di tanah."
"Hanya memeriksa refleks Anda, Putri."
Itu adalah tembakan murah untuk menelepon Princess, terutama ketika dia telah bekerja keras seperti orang pada lumbung. Dia melihat blink nya cepat dan merasa seperti semacam terburuk tumit. Sialan semua, sekarang dia pergi dan membuatnya menangis.
"Dengar, Margot-"
Tapi dia menunduk sehingga pinggiran topi berburu nya terlindung wajahnya. Ketika ia menegakkan ekspresinya adalah musim dingin. "Bisa kita mulai? Saya tidak ingin membuat Anda menunggu. "Suaranya sedingin tatapannya.
Usus Nya memutar dengan malu. "Ya, mari kita," katanya pelan.
Dia menyikut Mystique ke jalan sementara ia dimainkan anyaman kanvas garis longe. Ada yang salah dengan postur tubuhnya, pikirnya. Kembali nya lurus seperti panah dan garis miring dari pinggulnya ke lututnya ke ujung sepatu nya sempurna menirukan bagaimana kakinya akan terlihat di sanggurdi.
Pertanyaannya adalah berapa lama dia akan mampu mempertahankan posisi kaki di trot, tugas bahkan lebih menantang daripada duduk untuk Mystique yang halus, kursi goyang canter.
Seolah-olah dia membaca pikirannya, dalam leg Margot pindah kembali fraksi dan pahanya ditutup sekitar pelana, mendesak kuda ke depan.
Travis membiarkan dia terbiasa dengan sensasi berlari dengan apa-apa kecuali kekuatan otot kaki dan rasa nya keseimbangan untuk tetap tepat di pelana dan Mystique bergerak maju. Dia menyaksikan dia membuat penyesuaian menit dan koreksi-menarik bahunya kembali, mengangkat dagu keras kepala, dan menggunakan tempat duduknya untuk mendorong Mystique maju. Sekitar dan di sekitar kuda berlari lancar, kaki Margot panjang dan kuat.
Waktu untuk menaikkan taruhan, ia memutuskan. "Kau punya dia bergerak dengan baik di sana. Mengambil postingan berlari dan lihat apakah Anda dapat mempertahankan kecepatan itu. "Kemudian, mengalah dorongan diakui sadis, ia berkata," Dan hanya untuk menjaga Anda dari menggunakan lengan Anda, tetap 'em ke samping, seperti sayap sebuah pesawat jet.
"Ada pergeseran terkecil di sudut kepalanya saat ia menembaknya tampilan yang diserahkan kepadanya untuk salah satu lingkaran nastier neraka. Kemudian naik pergi lengannya sampai ia memegang mereka tegak lurus saat ia diposting.
Himpunan rahangnya mengatakan Travis bagaimana keras ia berkonsentrasi pada mengikuti irama trot Mystique untuk membantu kenaikan keluar dari pelana. Dia hanya bisa membayangkan pikirannya. Mungkin membayangkan dia sedang ditusuk dan dipanggang hidup-hidup, ia memutuskan. Tapi dia tidak berhenti posting dan mereka lengan masih keluar ke samping.
Baik baginya. Meskipun dia mungkin membencinya untuk menimbulkan merek tertentu penyalahgunaan, naik tanpa behel dan kendali adalah rejimen pelatihan terbaik yang bisa merancang. Hal lain ia berencana untuk lakukan adalah untuk mendapatkan dia keluar untuk berpacu panjang selama Rosewood dan sifat tetangga. Kerja cincin dan senam yang penting, tapi begitu teringat bagaimana mengontrol kekuatan yang luar biasa dari kuda meluncur atas bidang terbuka dan pagar.
Sambil terus berlari, Travis tidak bisa membantu tetapi akan terkesan dengan seberapa baik ia memegang. Dia semua ramping, otot tegang. Sebuah tiba-tiba, gambar mengejutkan yang jelas dari mereka yang panjang, kaki kuat dibungkus tentang dia, naik dia, diisi pikirannya, dan hampir ditebang dia.
Dia terbatuk untuk membersihkan tenggorokannya, yang telah pergi gurun kering. Margot melirik penuh harap, menunggu instruksi. Dan apa yang dia lakukan bukan membantunya? Berdiri di sekitar dan tenun fantasi-X dinilai di kepalanya.
"Oke. Turunkan lengan Anda dan berpura-pura Anda memegang kendali saat Anda kembali ke berlari duduk. Kembali Anda bergoyang-goyang sedikit. Menggunakan otot inti Anda untuk tetap bagus dan lurus. Baik. Bagaimana perasaanmu? "Ia bertanya.
Dia tidak begitu banyak seperti melirik dia. "Bagaimana menurutmu aku merasa?"