Jackerman Horse Novels & Stories

I lied, a lie my mother alway told me to tell. Kent’s handsome face twisted into a smile. I should have hated it because I knew he meant it to be evil, but it made him even more handsome. It seemed playful rather than menacing. At least to me. “Max—“ he snapped his fingers again and the wolf came closer to me. He circled me like he did Marianna and as he did, my mother and Marianna joined the circus. “Jezebel, what are you doing here?” She yelled. “Alpha Kent, she is—“

She folds her arms, then adds primly, “It’s because they use a body-on-frame design … whatever that may mean.” Marco clears his throat, clearly desperate for redemption points. “It means they build the body and the frame separately before joining them together,” he explains gently. River side-eyes him. “Yeah, I’m not that into cars. I like animals more. Especially dogs and horses.” Jackson smirks and ruffles her hair. “Tell you what. If you tell these men everything you saw, I’ll buy you a damn horse.” Her jaw drops. “A real one? That looks like a unicorn?”

"It is scared." "That doesn't warrant it attempting to toss me into that monstrous-looking thing," Jack snapped, pointing to the wind. It had even gotten bigger. It covered a large portion of the forest, making it almost impossible to see anything. Jack jumped down from his horse, grimacing, "I hate horses." "You hate my horses," I pointed out. I had never seen him complain about others, but if it were mine, he would grumble about it. I had gifted him the mare Mai, who he had come along with.

Jack laughed when I muttered about the horse’s impatience. “You’ve been in the city too long,” Jack teased, patting the animal’s neck. “Horses don’t care about deadlines or financial reports. They care about oats and affection. Simple creatures. You could learn something from them.” “Maybe I could,” I admitted, running the brush along the gelding’s side. “Simple is something I’ve been chasing for a while.” Jack gave me a long look, the kind of look only an uncle could give—a mixture of affection, exasperation, and hope. “And are you finding it here?”

Gab grinned at her when he saw her slung rifle. "That just fits you, you know. I'm so glad you came into the shop and got that." "Yep, so am I, Gab. It feels just right on my shoulder. Thanks for showing it to me." Gab nodded and started to bring one of the horses over to her. "This is Walnut Jack, and he's the gentlest horse I own. He'll treat you right if you do the same."

Some waiters came to serve food for all of them as well as drinks. "Uh, what do you want?" interrupted Kimberly as Danial was about to pick up the beer bottle. "Just this once, will you?" Danial persuaded. "No, you can't. Just drink this, same as me," said Kimberly, handing Danial a cup of juice. "Just don't drink alcohol first," he said. "Alright," Danial replied, finally giving in. They saw Marcel and his girlfriend on horseback, as well as Dimitri with Jenny. Only Devan was petting the horse that Javeera used to use.

There he saw the stable of the horses the place that they used to play. "Are those horses still there." Jake pointed at the bright stable at the back at the bottom of the hill near the phosphate-mined land. "Yes its still there . And my favorite horse is Pegasus," she answered quickly. Jasmine also loves horseback riding. Pegasus was often the horse she rode to the other side of the cliff. She was passing by the vast land of sugarcane plantation that they owned. Sometimes she also help roaming with their caretaker around riding Pegasus. Even his Aunt Andrea is good at horseback rider too. It even taught her when she was little.

But as she did so, Tucker let out an angry grunt, snapping and biting at the air as they neared Bee. In response, Bee growled. Actually growled. The horse bared its teeth, snapping its jaws at Tucker as his dark eyes flashed in anger. Lily was certain she’d never heard a horse growl before, except for Johnson Jack, a hellion of a beast belonging to Wes, the Grey Wolf second-in-command. In an instant, Rebel’s typically sweet horse suddenly looked as if he’d been possessed by a demon. Hell, it put even ornery old Johnson Jack to shame.

The animal looked horrified witnessing these things and peeked at Dankein through the right corner of his eyes finding the man smiling softly and warmly. “I miss Drampus, Buddy. But you are also a good companion. Now, it is a little secret between us. Don’t tell this anyone. Not even your stable friends and I will bring you more food. Okay?” Dankein said patted the back of the horse and the animal just nodded as if he understood everything Dankein said.

Using my index and ring fingers, I carefully parted her slightly damp outer lips, then slipped one joint of my middle finger into the tight, tender opening, moving it back and forth to widen it gently. "Ah… Connor… I… I… it itches… ah…" More and more warm fluid flowed from inside her. Her eyes were shut tight, and her hips bounced and twisted on the horse's back with each jolt. I licked along her exposed neck. The hand that had been lingering on her breast grasped one soft cheek of her bottom and pulled it aside. With the other hand, I guided myself and, with the horse's movement, pressed the tip into her slightly parted entrance.