Page 18 of Riding A Cock-Horse
Her words make me laugh again.
“Yeah, you might have your work cut out for you in the States, but you know, they do need Shakespearean professors here in the UK. Who knows, maybe one day you could teach at Oxford.”
Belle snorts.
“Not as long as Dean Stiffdick is there. He's too uptight. Also, he tried to breed me—which is totallynotcool.”
I grimace and look away.
“No, that's definitely notcool.” I look back at her and put a hand on her knee. “Are you ok? You know, we've been so caught up and on the run that I never stopped to ask.”
For a moment, Belle's face is bleak.
“Yeah, I’m ok, but it was a close call,” she admits. “If I hadn't gotten out of there…something definitely would have happened to me—they would have pinned me down and, ah, bred me.”
For the first time in my arse life, I want to go against a Tertiary. Fuck, I don’t want to just go after him—I want to murder the tosser to make him pay, even though he didn't succeed in breeding Belle, but because he tried.
It basically amounts to rape.
He tried to rape my sweet Belle—and succeeded in turning her into some monstrous creature.
“Don't worry,” I reassure fervently. “We'll get even.”
Belle gives me a wink.
“Oh, I plan on it.”
“How's that?” I wonder.
“Oh, you know—you don't bite the hand that feeds you. In this case, it's the other way around. They created me, and I bite back—as does the tail coming out of my ass.”
Her smile is still just as beautiful as before, but it’s edged with something a little more sinister.
And fuck if it doesn’t get my blood pumping.
She’s a monster after my own heart.
Isit there holding Jack's hand, touched that he cares so much about me. In truth, I really try not to think about what happened to me—not because I'm tucking it a way to ignore it so it can crop up later and cause me a mid-life crisis—but when I think about it, it causes a weird, burning itch inside me, the anger making me want to shift.
And we all saw what happened last time that happened.
So, it's just best not to even revisit that. Instead, I drink in the beauty around me. Oxford has some beautiful things to see, but this—this is something I've never seen before.It's breathtaking. Scotland is a beauty all of its own. It's rugged, untamed, and oh-so very masculine.
If Scotland were a person, it would be a man with the biggest dick on earth.
And if Nebraska were a person, it would be a flat-chested spinster who wouldn't know what to do with a dick if it slapped her in her face.
It's easy to revel in the vastness of Loch Kemp.
You might be saying to yourself,But Belle, isn't that all Nebraska is—vastness?
Yes, but it's just an expanse ofnothing.Here in Scotland, the vastness is dotted with mountains that touch the sky and mysteries that are still left unsolved. There are no mysteries in Nebraska. Correction: we eat chili on cinnamon rolls, and thatisa mystery.
“Your eyes are glazing over, love. Are you ok?” Jack asks with concern.
“Yeah,” I murmur, “I'm still looking out around me. I'm just taking in this dick in my face kind of place.”
Jack snorts.
