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If anyone could see the emotion flitting across his face in this moment, they would jump him. He’s come completely undone. “I got you now, wildcat. C’mon.”

Releasing me, he gives me barely a second to take in a couple shaky breaths before he steps back, lacing his long fingers between mine.

Tugging me behind him, he weaves between the crowd, heading back over to his cousin. “Hey.” Mathias turns just in time to catch the keys Ulysses tosses in his direction.

Like a chastened sinner, I follow him, stumbling to match his longer stride.

A loud smack resounds the exact same moment I feel a sting on my bottom.

“Oops,” comes the drunken sneer from Jim-Bob Cooper, one of the Shelby Sugar foremen. “That ass was calling. I had toanswer.” His goofy laugh is cut off with a horrible crunching sound when Ulysses lays into him just then all hell breaks loose.

Chapter

Sixteen

Kandie

“Come the fuck on,” he grounds out not even winded from the brawl he’s just been in. He’s dragging me out of the club, not caring that he’s making me stumble behind him.

“Let me go.” I snatch away from him. Taking one look at the fury, my instinct for self-preservation kicks in.

I take off into the woods behind The Shack. He has his head thrown back, so it takes him a moment to realize I’m booking on out of there.

Trees fly by. Weaving through this path is second nature. This is the way I would go if I was heading to my grandparents’ house. He probably can guess my intention. Maybe he won’t chase me. Why should he? He ignored me yesterday and now he’s trying to act like I’m his. No. He doesn’t get to know me now.

Silence surrounds me. I don’t hear him crashing through the brush like before. If I had a moment to breathe, it would be a sigh of relief.

Maybe he’s gone back into actually being an officer of peace instead of mayhem, calm instead of chaos.

Maybe — I

I’m snatched and slammed into a three-hundred-year-old oak, which is why these woods are preserved as a historic landmark.

“Ow.” Rubbing the back of my head, I look up to this mean ass giant looming before me like he wants to break me. You first motherfucker.

“Leave me alone,” I say between clenched teeth, trying to catch my breath. I need to bend to catch my breath from the jump scare he just gave me.

“You should have thought about that before you gave yourself to me,” he hisses, crowding close to me, blocking the moonlight. “I told you, you fucked up.”

“A mistake. Won’t happen again.” A light breeze cools my skin but does nothing to assuage the heat his presence is causing in my body. I can’t help squirming against the tight pressure building in my kittykat.

“So you’re a liar now?” he muses, stroking the pulse in my throat before tilting my face back so I can’t avoid his piercing gaze.

“I mean it.” I let him see that I do. “Keep the same energy you had yesterday, lil’fella. I’m good over here.”

“Oh, yeah?” Growling, he quirks a brow. His voice is an aphrodisiac. My thighs tremble, and it’s not from the exertion of running.

“Yep.” Even I can hear the doubt creeping in. Damn him.

“Uhh-huh.” Pressing in, he leans into the tree sandwiching my left side between him and the rough smoothness of the wood. Releasing my neck, he attempts to slip his hand between my shorts, but they are too tight. Flipping the button-fly open, he flicks the edges back, exposing my soft, round flesh.

“Tight ass shorts.” Grumbling, he wedges his hand between the material and my flesh. “Open your damn legs.”

Biting my lip until I taste blood, I do as he commands. My eyes roll, feeling his long finger caressing my pussy. It feels delicious.

“Fat ass pussy.” He slides two fingers inside me and starts fucking me slowly. “And you think you get to keep her from me? No fucking way.” He plunges deep in and out, torturing me with his words and deeds.

Arching into him like a greedy little nymph, I reach up to push him away but only end up holding on for dear life as he starts scissoring his fingers for the ultimate pleasure.

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