Page 4 of Breaking Her In

And at the time, I thought that would be easy–annoying but easy. Because in my mind, all I had was a picture of a little thirteen-year-old girl who used to bug the shit out of me. But when she stepped out of that town car, and I saw what the last five years of growth had done to her, I knew–that like the cows out in the paddock–I was in deep shit.

“She’ll listen to you, Colt,”her dad had said.“She respects you.”

Sure. That’s what he thinks.

Lena doesn’t respect me. She tests me. Tries to get under my skin. And now, she’s got me feeling things I’ve got no business feeling.

“Don’t worry, sir,”I told him.“I won’t let you down.”

Before I could hang up, he added,“Good. Because if you do, you won’t just be fired. I’ll bury you myself.”

Then the call went dead.

Lena’s dad was always a bit of a hard ass. I guess that’s a requirement of being a business mogul.

So, yeah, touching Lena is not an option. I like living, and I’m not dumb enough to go up against a man worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

So no. I won’t touch Lena.

I’ll punish her instead.

I hop down from the truck and don’t even turn in her direction. Then my eyes will land on her shorts, and then I’ll be checking out her ass, and I won’t be able to stop myself.

“Go muck out the last stall,” I bark.

“The one with the sick cow?”

I nod. “And don’t whine about it. It’s gotta get done, that’s all there is to it. Gloves are hanging by the door.”

She opens her mouth like she’s going to protest but closes it again. Smart girl, but not smart enough to stop strutting around this place like she owns it. Not smart enough to avoid being sent here in the first place.

She sticks out here like a sore thumb. She’s too clean, too soft, and too fucking tempting. I lay in bed for an hour last night just thinking about her out there in the barn and had to jerk off twice just to get to sleep.

As she turns away, my eyes move on their own to her. The sun catches on the golden skin of her thighs, just where they reach her plump, perfectly sculpted ass. The sweat on the back of her neck gleams as she bends down to pick up a bucket. I curse under my breath and turn away.

I can’t watch that. Not when my brain is already coming up with scenarios I have no business imagining.

My hands threaded through her hair…dragging my fingertips along the small of her back…gripping her tightly around the waist while I drill her from behind and watch that ass bounce–

“No!” I bark at myself, causing Lena to turn.

“What? Did you say something?”

I growl and wave in the direction of the barn. “No. Go get to work!”

Lena mutters something under her breath as she walks away, obviously not a fan of how I’ve been treating her. But it can’t be helped. She’s not a little girl anymore–not even close.

She’s a walking goddess with a body built for breeding and a mouth that never closes, lips that belong wrapped around my swollen hard-on, and eyes that I can imagine staring up at me while I make her orgasm over and over again.

She’s the definition of sinful thoughts, and I feel like I’m already faltering.

I go out to the field to fix the split rail on the north pasture, pounding my hammer harder than I need to be, trying to knock the ache out of my chest. I breathe hard, trying to focus on a calming rhythm, but nothing works. Because Lena is in the barn behind me, barely ten yards away, wearing cutoff shorts that ride upwaytoo high.

By the timeshe’s finished with the stall and comes back outside, she’s got sweat dripping down her neck and glistening on her more-than-ample cleavage. Her tank top is sticking to her body, and her cheeks are flushed from the heat.

“Done already?” I grunt as she sets the bucket down. She wipes her hands on her shorts and looks defiantly back at me. “I said clean the stall. Not stand around looking pretty.”

Lena rolls her eyes and sets the shovel aside. “Yes, I am done, Colt. Did you expect me to throw a tantrum or something? Quit?”

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