Page 20 of Breaking Her In

Her voice trails off. “Such a what?” I ask.

Her smile widens, and her eyes blaze. “Such a machine.”

I slide deeper and feel her stretch around me. She’s already wet and arches her hips to accept my length, moaning my name as I lose myself in her again.

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We do eventually makeit out of bed, but only because I carry her over my shoulder to the shower and turn the water on. I’m still hard, and I press her up against the tile so I can take her one more time while the steam fogs around us. She clings desperately to me, like I’m the only man who’s ever touched her.

Which I am. And always will be.

No man on Earth would ever survive setting a finger on her. If he even tried, I’d break his goddamn hands. Hell, I might do worse than that. Even thinking about another manlookingat her has me hot with jealousy.

I dry off her gorgeous body and take her down and make her breakfast: eggs, toast, roasted tomatoes grown on the ranch, and some delicious bacon. She sits at the table wearing nothing but one of my flannel shirts that’s way too big on her, and when she shifts just the right way, it rides up and gives me a glimpse of her tiny pink slit.

I can barely focus.

This womanownsme.

And then it hits me–just how far I’ve fallen for her. How this forbidden thing between us has twisted into something deep and permanent.

I want everything.

I want to keep her here, in this house, with me,forever.

I want to put a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly. But there’s one big problem…

Lena’s father.

If I stay with her, hewillfind out. And when he does, shit’s gonna hit the fan. And I don’t know what’s worse–the fact that he’ll try to take her away or that for us to be together, I’ll have to take her awayfrom him.

I run my hand down her thigh as she talks, but I’m not even hearing the words. I’m just staring at her gorgeous lips, wondering if I can somehow get away with skipping the chores and just dragging her back into the bedroom for the rest of the day.

“Colt, you’re not listening to me,” she accuses, smacking me on the chest.

“I am,” I lie, kissing her on the cheek.

She giggles. “Liar.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” I tease. “Punish me?”

The most adorable blush rises in her cheeks, and she squirms in her seat, showing off her thighs, which only gets me even hotter for her–and harder.

“I have to go muck out the stalls,” she says as she stands. I reach out and take her by the hand.

“Later.”

She looks down at me with exaggerated shock. “Later?”she teases. “Mr. Hardass here is giving me a pass to skimp out on my chores? What is the world coming to?”

I reach out and snatch her by her bare ass and pull her down onto my lap. “I’m not done with you yet.”

An hour later,I’m pacing the barn, watching Lena muck out the stalls like she said she would be doing. I have my own shit to get done today, but I can’t leave her side. It’s like a gravitational pull. I can’t focus on anything but her. My mind is busy, swimming with dirty thoughts and desires. I can’t stop thinking about how she looked last night, this morning–her hair messy, lips red and swollen from kissing, her thighs marked up with my fingerprints.

She’s inside me now.

Deep in my core. In my blood. And I don’t know how to function anymore.

I grab a hay bale and give it a toss, just as an attempt to burn off some energy, but it doesn’t help. I’m just too worked up. Lena’s wearing short-shorts again, and my eyes are glued to her ass.

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