Seduction, Westmoreland Style - Brenda Jackson [44]
Her words, spoken in a soft tone, floated all around him. He wanted to glance over at her again, but if his eyes were to connect with hers he would be tempted to pull to the side of the road and put an end to his pain and agony.
“So did I, but then Spencer has always been the financial wizard and investment genius in the Westmoreland family,” he said.
“And that was wonderful news that Stone and Madison shared with everyone, wasn’t it?” she asked moments later. “I’m so happy they’re pregnant.”
“So am I. Abby is ecstatic at the thought of becoming a grandmother.”
Casey smiled. “And my father will become a grandfather. Another Westmoreland baby. I think it’s wonderful.”
McKinnon didn’t say anything for a long moment but then asked, “I take it you want children some day?”
“Of course.” She chuckled. “I don’t particularly want a house-full like Madison says she wants, but I’d like at least two.”
Disappointment swept through McKinnon and he tried to fight it back. He couldn’t blame Casey for her desire to one day want a child; a child he would never be able to give her.
“Was your trip to D.C. a productive one, McKinnon?”
Her question brought him back. “Yes, I believe it was. Jamal’s friends are impressed with the American way we do things, especially in breeding horses. They’ve formed a partnership and want to breed champion thoroughbred race horses. They’re also interested in breeding Black Sterling Friesians.”
“Those are beautiful horses. My uncle bred and trained one once.”
“How did it go?”
“It went okay. Uncle Sid was a very patient man. The horse’s name was Roving Rogue and it suited him. He had an eye for one particular mare, and no amount of coaxing could get him to cooperate with his training until he had his way with her.”
McKinnon knew what she meant but wanted her to expound anyway. “Had his way, how?”
He could feel her gaze slide over to him and the force of it was a heated caress. He wondered if she would explain, go into details, paint one hell of a vivid picture.
“I wasn’t supposed to be watching that night when it happened but I sneaked out of my room and got a chance to watch anyway. I was only fourteen and I guess Uncle Sid thought the sight of horses mating would be too intense for my delicate eyes,” she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. “It was to be a private affair with only my uncle and Vick, his head trainer, watching. Uncle Sid and Vick were stationed in a hiding place, out of Roving Rogue’s line of vision so they wouldn’t interrupt the proceedings, but I doubt Roving Rogue would have cared if he had an audience that night. He wanted the mare that much and to finally be put in stable, with her at his mercy, was just what he wanted. I think at first, when the mare saw the intent in Roving Rogue’s eyes it might have frightened her somewhat. She kept backing up, shaking her head and mane as if to say no way. And then…”
“Y-yes,” he breathed in. “What happened then?”
“He seemed to be coaxing her to relax by prancing around her, whining a few times. Then I guess she felt comfortable, or she just wanted him enough that she allowed him to get close enough to sniff her out. Evidently he got a whiff of just how hot she was and before she could blink an eye, he reared up on his hind legs and took her. I had seen horses mate plenty of times before, but never like that.”
McKinnon swallowed. He had seen horses mate plenty of times before too; especially since he’d been around them all his life. He couldn’t help wondering how this mating had been different. To keep his mind from getting clouded with all kinds of ideas, he decided to ask.
“What was so different about it?”
“The mare evidently was in heat in a pretty bad way and was just as hot as he was. I overheard Vick call her a flirt, saying she was like a typical woman, almost driving Roving Rogue to the point of madness before she decided to give in. Good thing Roving Rogue was prime breeding material.”
“What was the