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  Copyright ©2007 by Michelle Hasker

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  Bunny

  Love

  Michelle Hasker

  Aspen Mountain Press

  Bunny Love

  Copyright © 2007 Michelle Hasker

  This e-Book is a work of fiction. While references may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are from the author's imagination and are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental.

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  First published by Aspen Mountain Press, June 2007

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  ISBN: 978-1-60168-043-3

  Published in the United States of America

  Editor: PJ Wilde

  Cover artist: Jinger Heaston

  Chapter One

  Tambra froze in her tracks as she stared at the gorgeous male five paces ahead of her. She'd be late for the morning circle, but this would be worth the lecture later. He wasn't watching where he was going, but instead looked down at the small bundle of rags he held in his hands.

  Mr. Gorgeous was tanned and muscular. Since he was dressed in nothing but a kilt, she could easily see the tattoos that covered most of his legs, arms and chest, but didn't detract from his looks at all. What woman wouldn't want a bad boy like him? By the time she realized he was on a collision course with her, she tried to sidestep, but wasn't fast enough.

  "Oomph,” she gasped as her breath escaped in a whoosh and a tingle of electricity raced through her body starting at the point of contact and ending at her curled toes.

  "Sorry.” His voice was low and husky as he lifted his gaze from his bundle to her.

  "It's okay.” She stared, caught up in the emerald green of his eyes. There probably wasn't one thing about him that would disappoint. Maybe he was stupid, or mean, or something. He couldn't look this fine and have a good personality.

  "I wasn't looking where I was going.” He licked his lips as he held her gaze.

  Was he caught up in the same sexual charge she felt? Did he know she wanted nothing more than to throw him down on the ground and ride him fast and hard?

  "It's okay.” She sounded so breathy and desperate. Yet judging by the way his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened, he liked it.

  "Do you know Tambra Wood?"

  Tambra blinked. The hunk was looking for her?

  "Um, yeah. Why are you looking for her?"

  Instead of answering, he held out his hands and she looked down into the bundle of rags. A tiny baby bunny lay wrapped up, protected by the cloth. The poor creature looked like something had chewed on it.

  "Ohhh, poor baby.” She reached out and scooped the bunny out of his hands, ignoring the shiver that ran up her spine at his touch.

  "I found it on the trail. I couldn't find any signs of other bunnies and someone suggested I look for Tambra.” He reached for the bunny, but she backed up and turned around.

  "You found her,” she said as she led him to her tent. As a vet, she was always prepared to help animals and, fortunately, she usually had the right supplies. What she didn't have she could get from Laura, the woman running the retreat.

  "Oh thank the Goddess."

  Tambra shifted uncomfortably as she continued to walk. He was making her wetter by the second and wet jeans weren't comfortable as they rubbed between a woman's thighs. He sighed and she bit her bottom lip as more of her juices raced to her core. What she wouldn't give to make him sigh in pleasure as she drew him deep into her mouth and licked him all over.

  "Do you think he'll make it?"

  "What?” she asked as she realized he'd been talking to her.

  "The bunny. Do you think he'll make it?"

  "Depends on how much you care.” She ducked into her tent and headed over to a small portable table.

  Roughing it was never fun for her, so Tambra made sure she was as comfortable as she could be on the week long retreat Laura hosted every year. From her inflatable bed and little area rug to the foldable table and chair, she had everything she could need. The huge tent boasted sleeping room for eight and was tall enough she could stand without hitting her head.

  He glanced around her tent. “This is a really nice set up."

  "I'm a comfort bunny.” She laughed at her own joke. When she'd mentioned bunny, though, he'd returned his attention to the poor critter on her table.

  Tambra opened her medical kit and pulled on a pair of disposable gloves. As she cleaned the bunny, Mr. Gorgeous was there offering to assist, and even helping without being asked. Every time he brushed against her, or reached in front of her, shivers raced up her spine. His voice rumbled through her and made her so wet she knew she needed relief even if she had to throw him out and pull out her trusty vibrator. By the time she was done treating the animal's injuries, the sexual tension in the cabin was almost unbearable. At least for her.

  "What do we do now?” he asked, his breath fanning across her cheek as he leaned down to stare at the tiny bunny.

  The poor thing was so young it didn't have more than peach fuzz covering it. “I'm going to make something you can use as a bottle and then you'll need to nurse it. Since he's so little you'll have to feed him frequently, and it might be messy until he figures out how to take milk from the bottle."

  He stared at her in surprise.

  "What? Did you think I was going to spend my week caring for the little bunny you found?” She smiled to soften her words.

  "I didn't realize it would require me taking care of it. I mean, he's so little. My hands are so big.” He thrust his hands in front of her.

  The old adage about the size of a man's appendages flittered through her mind and she fought the urge to ask him if it was true in his case. “What's your name?"

  "Blade."

  "Okay, Blade.” She put her hand on his arm and looked up into his eyes. How tall was he anyway? She hadn't realized until now, how far she had to look up to meet his steady gaze. “Let me give this to you straight. This little guy's chances of survival are slim to none. He's too young, weak, defenseless. He hasn't even opened his eyes yet. I've patched him up, but he'll need warmth and food and love. It'll be worse than raising a newborn. Or so I've been told."

  "He's going to die?” Blade's eyes widened as he stared at her and then at the bunny. “No. I can't accept that."

  "Probably.” Tambra swallowed and looked down at the bunny. Yep, this bad boy was looking more and more like Mr. Right.

  She dug thr
ough her equipment until she found a tiny medicine dispenser and handed it to Blade. Then she wrapped the bunny up in one of her soft sweaters, something that would provide more warmth than the scrap of cloth that had probably been Blade's shirt.

  "Use powdered milk to make a watered down solution and feed the bunny as often as you can. He probably won't take much and since he's so tiny, he needs everything he can get. This dropper will make it easier on both of you."

  Blade looked at her with fear and worry in his mesmerizing eyes. “But aren't you a vet?"

  "I can't save everyone, Blade.” She handed him the bunny and walked over to the tent's opening.

  Blade followed her, holding the bunny close to his chest.

  "You know, your body heat might help, too. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I mean that."

  "Thank you.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “May the Goddess bless you."

  "Thank you, Blade. Blessings to you, too.” She felt her cheeks heat and pivoted away. It took every ounce of her strength not to kiss him with all the passion he'd aroused in her.

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  During the rest of the day, her thoughts kept returning to Blade. She didn't recall ever seeing him at the retreat before, but a few of the old timers she spoke to knew of him and liked him. “A sweet boy and what a nice young man", were two of the more popular phrases associated with him. What a hot body and sweet personality, was all she could think.

  Tambra shivered as images of him in nothing but a kilt danced through her mind. She was in trouble. Never had she gotten so caught up with a man and one she didn't even know, no less.

  When he'd brought the bunny to her, she'd gotten to learn the essentials about him, but she wanted to know more. She wanted to get to know him intimately. Did she even have a chance with a god like him? She'd see how well he did with the bunny tonight and use it as an excuse to find him tomorrow. There was no way she was going home without at least trying to lure him back to her tent.

  As she waved goodbye to her friends, Tambra noticed Blade slipping away from the bonfire in the opposite direction. Bummer. He wasn't even set up anywhere near her. But it didn't matter, he'd be back to find her. The poor bunny probably wouldn't last the night.

  When Tambra showered, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have Blade's hands and lips on her body. Her hands trembled as she rubbed the loofah across her breasts and belly. A low moan escaped when she slid it between her legs. Dammit, I'm definitely pulling out Willy tonight.

  On the way to her tent she tried to block out the sounds from the other campers. Contrary to popular belief, these retreats weren't an excuse to have orgies. But they were child free so why shouldn't two consenting adults enjoy some quality time alone together? Sometimes she regretted working so much. Times like this reminded her of how lonely she was and how tired she was of fulfilling her own needs when she'd much rather have a man around to do it.

  Exhausted, she climbed into her tent and burrowed under her blankets, hoping sleep would come quickly. It didn't. After a few minutes, she lay there picturing Blade in her doorway giving her a come hither look. It didn't take long to imagine him very naked and aroused as he stalked toward her.

  Knowing these thoughts were only making her desire worse, she tried to blot out his image. Several times she reached for Willy, but put him down unused. Finally, she caved in and grabbed Willy.

  Blade naked and standing at attention filled her thoughts as she cupped her breasts. They were very sensitive and her nipples ached for Blade's attention. Since he wasn't there, she pinched them and rolled them between her fingers as she imagined him sliding his body over hers, his mouth seeking her hot wet entrance.

  She slid her hand down over her stomach and in between her damp thighs. Had any man ever made her this soaked with desire?

  As she rubbed her clit, she pictured Blade and what he would do. He looked as if he gave one hundred and ten percent effort for everything he did and she would love to experience that while he was eating her out. Would he suck on her clit or flick it with his tongue? Maybe he'd press on it with his finger and rub in a circular motion or else pinch it.

  The scent of her desire filled the air as her juices dripped onto her hand and thighs. Willy wouldn't need any lubricant tonight, that was for sure. As she picked up her vibrator, she wondered what Blade looked like compared to it. This was lifelike, but Blade would be soft and smooth like satin, yet hard as granite. Would he thrust hard and fast, or slow and deep?

  Tambra groaned and rubbed the tip of the vibrator against her clit. She twisted it on the lowest setting and moaned at the sensation.

  With the image of Blade kneeling over her, she spread her legs wide and began to pleasure herself in earnest. Eyes clenched tight, she panted as she rubbed her clit and thrust Willy in and pulled him out slowly before pushing him back in deep. So good, but not as good as the real thing.

  She increased the speed and worked Willy faster and harder.

  "Tambra?"

  "Yes.” She moaned, almost reaching her peak as she imagined he called her name.

  "Tambra? Are you still awake?"

  "Blade?” She shrieked and sat up, gasping. It hadn't been part of her fantasy. He was outside her tent and would probably wait for her to answer before he entered, but hell.... She'd been caught.

  "Are you okay?” His voice sounded strained.

  "Just give me a minute.” Heat flooded her as she hid Willy under her pillow and tugged her pajamas on. She wiped her hands on her sheet, but that wouldn't cover the evidence of what she'd been doing. Her whole tent smelled like sex.

  Tambra grabbed some lotion and rubbed it on her hands, and then spritzed some perfume around the tent to try and hide the scent. Now she was really horny.

  "If you aren't alone, I can come back. Or ... can you take look at Thumper?"

  "Thumper?” She almost snickered, but didn't. It was cute that he'd named the bunny. She hoped he wouldn't be too heartbroken when Thumper died. “I'm alone. Just give me a minute."

  She could hear him pacing as she switched on her battery-powered lantern and glanced around the tent. Everything looked okay, but her scent still filled the air. With a sigh, she quickly unzipped the windows and then the door for him.

  "What's wrong with Thumper?"

  Blade looked at her with such desperate sadness that her heart skipped a beat, before it thundered in her chest. Had he died already? Silently, she reached for the bunny and walked over to the table. Avoiding looking at him would be easy as long as she had the bunny to fuss over. He had to smell the evidence of her arousal lingering in the air and she could feel the heat that still burned her face.

  Tambra gently set the bunny down on the table and opened her sweater. Thumper's mouth moved and she hissed out a relieved breath. At least he wasn't dead. “What's wrong?"

  "He won't drink. He was doing well but the last time I tried to feed him he wouldn't drink any. He wore more of it than I got into him."

  He wasn't going to want to drink. The poor little guy was dying.

  "Blade.” She met his gaze. “I warned you that he probably wouldn't make it."

  "No, no. He'll make it. You know what to do, right?"

  Tambra sighed and looked down at Thumper. She rubbed his back and held out her hand. “Blade, can I have the bottle, please?"

  "Yes.” Blade put the medicine dropper in her hand.

  He stepped close and leaned over her as she rubbed on the bunny's throat to stimulate it to suck as she dropped a bit of milk on its lips. After a few minutes, she was satisfied at the little bit she coerced into Thumper and laid the bunny down on a clean section of her sweater to bundle him up again.

  "Thank you.” Blade's hand covered hers over the bunny.

  "You're welcome.” She shrugged the thank you aside. “I'd have done it for any animal. It's why I'm a vet. I can't resist the little buggers."

  "So you weren't with someone when I came here?” he asked as he looked arou
nd her tent.

  "Just me, myself and I.” She forced a smile as the tell-tale red color seeped back into her cheeks.

  "I didn't interrupt anything?” He asked as he walked over to her bed and sat down.

  She gasped as the movement shifted her pillow and she could see part of Willy sticking out.

  "Not at all.” She practically leapt on the bed, placing herself between him and the pillow, and leaned back, trying to hide her vibrator.

  "I didn't expect you to be so forward.” He grinned.

  "Oh!” She gasped and flushed a deeper shade of red. “I wasn't ... I just ... Oh, shit."

  Blade chuckled and leaned closer. “I find you very attractive, Tambra Wood. Watching you take care of the bunny even when you have no belief it will live shows me what a kind, caring person you are. I hope I don't intimidate you."

  "What? No. Why do you ask?” she asked, confused at his sudden change in topic. For a minute she'd thought he was going to make her fantasy come true and make love to her.

  "My tats. They scare a lot of people.” As he said it, he moved his shoulder toward her and flexed it, showing her the large red dragon and Celtic tattoos on his arm, shoulder and back.

  "Mmm.” It was all she could manage. When he'd flexed his muscles it had been all she could do not to cream in her panties. She trembled as she tried to move away from him.

  "Do I scare you?"

  "No.” She shook her head breathlessly.

  "Then why are you retreating?” He grabbed her hand. “You're trembling. I do frighten you.” Blade made a disgusted noise and went to stand.

  "Wait,” Tambra said as she put her hand on his thigh. He tensed under her touch and she knew he was upset. She swallowed and tightened her grip. “I'm not trembling from fear."

  He studied her, his gaze hot and hungry as he licked his lips. “Why are you trembling? If you aren't afraid?” He looked past her at something behind her. Judging by the light in his eyes, he'd seen her toy.

  She closed her eyes and waited for a few heartbeats before she opened her eyes and looked behind her. Yep, there was Willy. He'd slipped out from under the pillow. “Um, yeah.” She sighed and pushed Willy deeper under the pillow.