Page 11 of Breaking Her In

Goddamn her.

I take another step forward, as though my body is on autopilot, until I’m close enough to smell the pond water on her skin and the scent of vanilla from her shampoo. Close enough that I can feel the heat rolling off her beautiful body.

My hands are shaking.

I want to touch her, taste her, mark her as my own. I reach out and gently lift a strand of her hair from her shoulder, accidentally brushing her skin with the back of my finger.

The sensation is like a jolt of electricity, shocking me out of my stupor.

I instantly turn on my heels and storm away from her, fists clenched so tightly that I’m about to draw blood from my palms.

“Where you going, Colt!?” Lena calls after me, giggling like the spoiled little brat she is. “Don’t go! I was just trying to have a little fun with you!”

Fun. Right. She has no idea what I’d do to her if I let myself go that far.

I keep walking. I don’t even look back. One more view of her naked body and I won’t be able to make it home. I’ll have her tossed over my shoulder, hauling her back to my bedroom like a caveman.

I’m halfway back to the house when I stop, my chest rising and my heart pounding so heavily I can hear it in my ears. I snarl and drive my fist into the side of the feed shed. The pain grounds me, reminding me that there is a line with Lina that Icannot cross.

But for fuck’s sake–sheiseighteen now.

But that doesn’t mean she can be mine.

She’s the boss’s daughter. She’s my responsibility. I’m supposed to be watching over her, teaching her, showing her the realities of what life is all about–not lusting over her like some wild animal who’s found his mate. What is this? Punishment for every sin I’ve ever committed in my life?

Lena is everything I could ever want.

I’ve never wanted a woman more.

When I finally make it back to my room, I slump down on the edge of the bed, head between my knees, growling down at the hardest hard-on I’ve ever had in my goddamn life. I need acoldshower and maybe even some ice packs. Maybe even a hypnotist who can clean all these thoughts I have for her from my head.

But when I close my eyes, all I see is Lena.

Naked, wet perfection, smirking at me like a wild temptress.

I strip off my jeans, spit on my palm, and begin stroking my cock while I picture her perfection. Christ, what it would feel like to slide my shaft between those plump tits. What that tiny little line between her thighs…with just a little tuft of hair. I bet she gets herself waxed at a high-end salon back in the city, but there’s nothing like that out here. Even still, that wouldn’t stop me from spreading her legs and going down on her, lapping at her clit like a hungry dog until she was screaming my name.

God, help me. I don’t think I can stay away. My resolve is crumbling like old clay under too much sun.

And the worst part?

I don’t think she wants me to.

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LENA

I’m losingmy frigging mind.

My thighs are sore, my hands are raw, and I’m wound up so tight that I feel like screaming.

And it’s all because ofhim.

Colt Ryder, the gorgeous, brooding, maddening cowboy who thinks he can glare at me from under the brim of his hat and keep me in “my place” by barking orders and threatening me with more punishments.

I thought last night would cause him to act.

Last night when he watched me–saw every single naked inch of me. No other man alive has seen what Colt saw last night at the pond. I offered myself to him like a female in heat, and he denied me.

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