Now she had given him the boot and needed a fresh start. This trip was supposed to be the beginning, a chance to clear her head and start over. She had taken the top off the Jeep and had planned to drive all the way to the creek. Instead her trail was now blocked!
She cursed whoever had thought public land didn't need to be used by the public and considered her options. It was just too beautiful of a day to stop, she decided. She pressed the gas down just a bit as she eased her Jeep off the trail and over the brush. Whoever had restricted the trail would eventually learn it would take more than a downed tree to stop an off-roading vehicle like her Jeep. She gave it a bit more gas and the car crested the small hill and soon the tree trunk and irritating sign were far behind her.
She drove slowly, enjoying the scenery and choosing her course carefully. When she got to the water, she drove up until her car’s front tires were nearly in the water. She stripped down to her bathing suit and waded into the warm creek. It was perfect and just what she needed. When she got out, she felt like a new person. She rested across the hood of her car, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the babble of the water and the feel of the warm sun on her face.
She heard the hoof-beats faintly in the distance, but when they got louder, she opened her eyes to find the rider. Across the creek, she could just make out a man riding along one of the distant trails. She couldn't see much, but he reminded her of a cowboy from a movie. He was wearing a wide brim hat and even from a distance she could tell was that he belonged in a saddle. The horse galloped quickly but the rider looked comfortable and relaxed, the two of them moving like one down the road. She smiled wistfully as she wondered what it would be like to be with a man like that. She’d always wanted someone like that, someone who was strong, masculine and confident — someone who didn't ask for every kiss while sneaking off behind her back.
Finally, she made a decision. She got back in her Jeep, threw it into reverse and hit the gas. The sound of here tires spinning against the sand made a louder noise than she expected. She kept her foot on the gas, but the car didn’t move. Instead it threw sand everywhere as the tires sunk into the soft soil. She saw the rider look over in her direction and he turned to head her way. She stopped for a moment then pressed the gas again. The car sunk a bit lower into the tire tracks.
She smiled as he got closer and she was able to make out more of his features. He was large, probably over six feet tall and all muscle. He wore a black tight fitting t-shirt, with blue jeans and a pair of dark brown cowboy boots. As he got closer, she realized that his skin was tanned from long days outside and he had strong, crisp features. Amber sighed and wondered why she had never found a guy like that.
She got out of her car as he approached and marveled at how solid he was. Every motion appeared considered and deliberate. When he stopped his horse in front of her, he smiled and she felt butterflies run through her stomach. He swung off the horse and dropped the reigns, giving the horse the ability to graze.
“Afternoon,” he said as tipped his hat politely and looked over at the Jeep. “My name's Cody and it looks like you may have a bit of a problem.”
“Amber,” she said as she smiled up at him and extended her hand. He reached across and shook it, his grasp firm and strong. “Thanks for coming over,” she said with a smile.
“Looks like your car’s stuck.”
She looked over at the tires that were halfway covered with sand and shrugged, “Sure looks that way.” His light blue eyes were staring boldly at her and smiled flirtatiously back. She placed her hands on her hips and gave him a pouty look. “Any chance you could give me a hand?”
Cody smiled back at her and she got lost in his light blue eyes.
“Of course. Always happy to help,” he answered as looked her over.
She watched as he made his way over to the jeep and inspected the trench she had made with the tires. He leaned over and she enjoyed seeing his muscular legs strain the back of his jeans.
“It does seem to be stuck,” he asked, as he looked the car over carefully. He stood up again and turned his attention back to Amber. “How did you get here anyway? Isn't there a sign posted down that road, saying that vehicles aren't allowed in this area.”
Amber just shrugged her shoulders, making her breasts rise and fall dramatically. She watched him carefully to make sure he noticed and then rolled her eyes for added effect. “Yeah, but I have been riding this trail for years. I don't see how anyone could expect to shut it down with nothing more than a silly little sign.”
“Well, sometimes signs like that are there for a reason. Ignoring them can have some pretty steep consequences.”
“Well, what are you a meter maid? Are you going to give me a parking ticket,” she taunted with an impish grin.
“No,” he said with a serious tone, “but I am a park ranger.”
“Oh, I see,” she said and let out a heavy sight. She shook her head as she realized what had just happened. While she though he was coming over to flirt, he had just been investigating a park violation. She realized she had been making a fool of herself flirting with him and decided to just cut her losses.
“Well, in that case, I guess I'll just have to get out of here before I do get a ticket.” She turned and started toward her car, disappointed that the one cute guy she met in weeks was just doing his job.
“You can't just leave,” he said before she could get into the car.
Amber stopped and turned back to him, “And why not?”
His light blue eyes stared intently at her. “I don't think you understand. You drove into a restricted area. That is a criminal offense.”
“You can't be serious,” she said as she moved her hands to her hips. “That's ridiculous.”
“Yes, I am. As a matter of fact, that soft sand you just dug your tires into is home to a species of endangered turtles. They lay their eggs in the banks of this creek and when you drove your Jeep over the bank, you probably crushed those fragile eggs. Every egg you damaged could be a separate violation which could net you tens of thousands of dollars in fines and up to a year in jail.”
“You have got to be kidding,” she said looking down at the sand around here. “But, I don't see anything here!” she said worried for the first time.
“Sorry, but the Environment Protection Agency takes these things very seriously.”
“Look, I'm sorry, really I am. I should have read the sign, but I didn't,” she told him and realized that she meant it. “But please, you can't write me up for this. If I promise not to do it again, can't you just let me off with a warning?”
“You want to let you off with a warning?” He asked looking her over and smiling suggestively “Maybe, after you have proved to me that you learned your lesson.”
“Sure,” she answered, happy to have an option that didn't involve a hefty fine and jail time. “Anything.”
“Ok, then turn around, put your hands on the car and spread your legs.”
“What? Why?”
He looked her up and down. “Either I can deliver a fitting punishment right now, or I can just report you to the Environmental Protection Agency and you can learn your lesson with a large fine and maybe some jail time.”
Amber didn't know what to say. She didn't want to have to deal with a fine and a criminal charge, but she couldn't imagine what his punishment could be. Of course, having a large, attractive man just inches from her wasn't helping her think. He stared down at her and the intense look in his light blue eyes made her catch her breath.
“Well, what have you decided? Accept your punishment from me, or…” He let the sentence trail off and shrugged his shoulders.
Amber felt his gaze travel up and down her body and suddenly understood his meaning. Her cheeks flushed and stood there unable to think or speak. She knew she should say something, protest or fight, but her brain failed her with his body so close to hers.
When she didn't answer he placed his hands possessively on her waist and she felt her body tingle where he touched her. He ran his hand down her hips and she stood there, frozen by his gentle touch.
“Now, turn around, lean over and put your hands on your bumper,” he whispered his voice gentle and yet demanding.
It was almost surreal as she followed his instructions. She did what he said, turned to face her car, leaned forward and put her hands on the hood of the Jeep. He moved behind her and she felt a hard bulge brush lightly against her thigh. It sent warm tingles up through her body. His hands moved along her hips and she realized that
