The Cowboy's Gamble: Destined For Love Series (4 page)

He shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Desperation made her voice raise a few decibels.

“Both,” he said in a tone that brooked no compromise. “This was O’Connor land before it ever belonged to a McAllister, and now it’s back in the family. And even then, we don’t know the legitimacy of a McAllister winning it in a poker game all those years ago.”

“My great-grandfather won this land fair and square,” she said, unable to believe any McAllister would cheat so ruthlessly. “And now you’re getting everything us McAllisters worked so hard to build from nothing more than dirt and barren land.”

Her arguments didn’t sway him in the least. “I’m not giving up the deed, Josie, so resign yourself to the fact that there is only one way for you to keep this ranch.”

Her hopes began to dwindle. “And that’s to marry you?”

“Yes.” His expression held no apology or remorse. “I’m willing to put our differences aside and make the marriage work. I’m even willing to take full responsibility for your daughter, even though she’s someone else’s child.”

“How gracious,” she said, nearly choking on the words. “But that’s not necessary. Kellie is nobody’s responsibility but my own. She’s lived ten years without a father and managed just fine.”

Josie could see curious questions in Seth’s eyes regarding her daughter, and knew she wasn’t prepared to answer any of them. “You’ve conducted your business, and now I’d appreciate it if you’d leave.”

“In a minute,” he said, and from the back pocket of his jeans brought out a folded envelope and handed it to her. “When I picked up the deed from your father’s attorneys, he asked me to give you this letter that Jake left for you.”

Not about to refuse the only link she might have to her father, she took the envelope from him.

“Think about your options carefully, Josie, and I’ll be back in a few days for your answer.” He turned and headed to where he’d left his horse hitched to a post next to the stable doors. She watched him mount the chestnut in a fluid motion then direct the mare around to face her.

His horse pranced anxiously, chomping at the bit to go. Seth effortlessly held the powerful horse in check with the slight pressure of his thighs. From atop his steed, Seth’s gaze perused the length of her one last time, from the springy auburn curls atop her head, past the blouse tied off beneath her breasts, over her faded cut-offs, to the tips of her bare toes. By the time he finished his blatant male survey, her pulse was racing out of control and she felt more restlessly inflamed than she cared to admit.

She hated him
, she mentally chanted, and shook off the disturbing sensations unfurling within her.

He smiled, as if reading her thoughts and accepting her challenge. “Keep in mind, Josie, darlin’” he said, reverting back to that sexy, lazy drawl of his. “We’ll need to be married by next Friday, or everything is mine.”

On that last parting remark he took off, spurring his horse across McAllister land that eventually gave way to O’Connor property, leaving Josie behind to make a decision that would either bind her to a man who’d cruelly deceived her, or give up the only home she and Kellie had.

Either way, she saw heartache in her future.

Seth rode his horse hard and fast toward the Paradise Wild, but no matter how ruthlessly he pushed Lexi for speed, he found he couldn’t outrun his conflicting feelings for the woman he’d just left behind.

He slowed Lexi as they neared a wide creek that trickled down from the mountain butting against the side of McAllister and O’Connor property. He waited until his mare had settled, then slid out of the saddle and dropped the reins so she could graze.

Bending down by the creek, he scooped the cool, clear liquid into his palm, brought it to his mouth, and quenched his thirst. Then he dipped both hands into the water and ran them through his hair, slicking the thick strands away from his face.

Damn Josie and her trigger-happy finger anyway, he thought irritably. That had been his favorite Stetson, shaped to his head perfectly after years of use, and now he has going to have to break in a new one.

Sighing heavily, he stared at his scowling expression reflecting off the crystalline water. He wanted to hate her, just as she claimed to despise him. And for eleven years he’d been able to believe that Josie McAllister meant nothing to him, that their brief time together in high school had been a grave mistake and taught him a valuable lesson he’d never forgotten.

Like not to trust a McAllister’s motives.

But try as he might, he never could forget Josie. No matter how many women he’d dated over the years, he couldn’t wipe out the memories of how silky and warm her skin felt beneath his hands, the sweet taste of her lips, her light, lilting laughter, and especially the soft sounds of pleasure she’d made when he slid deep inside her body. Those images had haunted him every night since the last time they’d made love.

The connection between them had seemed magical, considering they’d been taught all their lives to hate the other. During grade school he’d ridiculed her mercilessly, taking his cue from his older brother, Robert. As a young boy he remembered that he hadn’t liked hurting Josie with those nasty taunts, but Robert wanted to keep the rift fueled any way he could, and whenever he’d suggest they leave her alone, Robert had made his life miserable until he proved that he could dole out his share of jeers and mean insults.

Seth shook his head at the immaturity of his youth, more than a little disgusted that his own father had encouraged the dissension between the McAllister girl and his own boys.

That familial pressure ebbed when Robert finally graduated high school, leaving Seth as a senior and Josie as a sophomore. By that time she took great care to avoid him, not that he could blame her after the way he and his brother had treated her. When by chance they passed in the halls or on the campus, she never looked him in the eye. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t like the thought of her believing he was as rotten as his brother.

One day as she walked out of a classroom he’d literally slammed into her, so hard that the impact knocked her back on her ass and the books in her arms flew in five different directions. She’d sat there frozen, with her skirt up around her thighs, staring at him with a panic-stricken look on her face. Just like an animal cornered by a hunter, waiting for him to either shoot or let her go free.

He remembered thinking how pretty she was, with her wild curly hair the hue of fire and cinnamon, wide green eyes emphasized by her dark brows, and the smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. And he couldn’t help but notice those shapely legs of hers, and the small firm breasts beneath the clingy t-shirt she wore—her blossoming curves were what boys his age fantasized about.

And in that moment, he felt as though he’d been struck by lightning. His heart thudded erratically in his chest and his palms grew damp. It was a crazy feeling, one he’d never experienced before.

Clearing his dry throat, he squatted to her level and handed her the biology book that had landed by his sneakered foot. “Are you all right?” he’d asked.

Not sparing him the slightest glance, she scrambled to collect her other books. “I’m f-f-fine,” she’d said in a soft, quivering voice.

She stood, and just as she attempted to dart around him, he caught her arm. Immediately, she stopped and stiffened, as if she feared he’d rip off her limb if she didn’t. Her body began to tremble as she waited.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, not for bumping into her, but for all the years of torment he and his brother had put her through.

“I, uh, s-s-should have, um . . .” she swallowed back the tears he heard in her voice, the same ones he saw pooling in her eyes, “watched where I was g-g-going.”

Before he could explain what he’d meant, she wrangled her arm away and fled down the corridor and out the doors leading to the front of the school. He should have let things end there, but found he couldn’t. He followed her home from school, and when he was positive they were alone, he approached her as she entered the woods that lined both of their properties.

This time, she didn’t cower. Fire flashed in her eyes and she dropped her school books on the ground. She told him she was tired of being bullied, then came at him full force in an attempt to defend herself. Her attack knocked them both to the moss covered ground, him on his back, with her sprawled on top of him.

Eyes closed, he didn’t move a muscle, not wanting to threaten her in any way, though the press of her lithe body along his conjured up some interesting fantasies . . . so he began mentally reciting his times tables to detach himself from the situation until his randier thoughts settled.

She squirmed on top of him, her breasts brushing across his chest as she propped herself up on her elbows to look down at him. “Oh, my Gosh!” she exclaimed, worry in her voice.

Six times seven is forty-two.

She sat up, straddling his lower body so her thighs bracketed his hips, and gently cupped his face in her cool hands. “Seth?” He decided he liked the way his name sounded on her lips. “Seth, are you okay?”

He wanted to groan at the exquisite feel of her bottom tucked so intimately against his groin but found he couldn’t utter a sound.
Six times eight is forty-eight.

Her fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt and her palm slid inside, right over his heart. “You’re not breathing!”

He wasn’t? Then why was he so aware of that intense heat pooling low in his belly, and his body’s embarrassing reaction to Josie’s position? He concentrated on his math.
Six times nine is fifty-four.

“I didn’t really mean to kill you.” She moved off him, her tone frantic. “I swear I didn’t!” Tilting his head back, she pinched his nose closed and pressed her mouth to his.

He felt her soft lips on his and believed he’d died and gone to heaven. Air whooshed into his lungs,
her very breath
, and he began to cough and gulp more air. Finally, wheezing in a breath, his eyes opened.

“Oh, Seth,” she cried in obvious relief. “You’re okay!”

It took him a moment to realize what had happened and re-orient himself. “I think you just knocked the breath out of me.”

And there, in the woods, it happened . . . a spark of awareness Seth decided to nurture, with her cooperation, of course. He’d gently cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth back to his and kissed her like he’d been wanting to since he’d bumped into her in the hall. Her lips parted beneath the subtle pressure of his, and she moaned deep in her throat, but the sound wasn’t one of alarm. No, she didn’t fear him. She sank against his chest, closed her eyes, and let his tongue explore her mouth and tempt her to join in the slow, drugging kiss.

At nearly eighteen, he was two years older than her, had been on plenty of dates and kissed a lot of girls. But none of them tasted as sweet as Josie. He couldn’t get enough of her, and it seemed she was just as needy.

From that day on he met her after school, anxious to be with her. Because neither of them wanted their families to know they were seeing one another for fear of repercussions, he met her at the edge of the woods and spent as much time with her as possible until they had to head home.

Eventually kisses weren’t enough, and all that heated foreplay eventually led to them making love. They’d been good together, her uninhibited response to his touch driving him wild with desire for her. He’d been careful about protecting her, but three months later she tearfully informed him she was pregnant.

He’d been scared, certain his father would flay him alive, that’s how much David O’Connor loathed the McAllisters. So, instead, he’d confided in his brother.

“How do you know it’s your baby?” Robert had asked him.

His brother’s question had made him wary. “What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded to know.

Robert smirked. “Considering she’s slept with half the senior class, there’s no telling whose brat it is.”

He’d been so furious with his brother’s claim he’d given Robert a black eye. A few days later the rumors started circulating around school, and he heard bragging in the locker room about Josie and other boys. Considering he’d used protection every time they’d slept together, he found the truth difficult to ignore.

Josie, it seemed, had manipulated him for her own purposes.

If she’d meant to dupe an O’Connor, she’d nearly succeeded. She’d put on a flawless act, making him believe he was the first and only one to know her intimately. The thought had filled him with a white hot fury, and made him plan a fitting retribution.

He saw her one last time. She’d expected him to marry her, to give her bastard child the O’Connor name. Instead of the proposal she anticipated, he’d coldly informed her that he’d deliberately seduced her to gain revenge on the McAllisters, and she’d fallen for the ruse. And since at least a dozen other guys could be the baby’s father, she was on her own.

She’d appeared so convincingly devastated, he’d had to steel himself against the hurt glittering in her tear-filled eyes. Her pain and despair had seemed so terribly real. But not once did she deny the awful rumors. Not once did she try and explain. She’d walked away from him, head held proud.