Page 106 of Bucked Hard

Big Sky

Dani Wyatt

ChapterOne

Garrett

I’m jealous.

Of a fucking saddle.

I watch across the corral as she throws her leg over a chestnut gelding named Rooster, getting ready for the day’s ride past Stillwater Creek. The plan is for us to push the small herd of cattle that have wandered onto my neighbor’s property back into my property.

Each breath has become a challenge because of her. The sun is warm as her brown hair blows in the breeze, eyes the color of the meadow behind her glow with something that calls my name. Her boots are new, her jeans the perfect amount of tight and there’s no ring on her finger, thank Christ.

She’s city, but with a natural beauty that rivals that of the wildflowers that surround the Oak in the distance. Her stature may be small, but her presence is unlike anything I’ve felt before. She’s got curves in all the right places, and she’s turned my dick into a greedy warrior fighting for the right to claim what is his.

The day she stepped out of the van from the airport onto the ranch, I knew I was never going to be the same. My mama would be proud. I had a vision—me in my Sunday best, her in a white dress.

Only, right on the heels of that vision came the others, and if mama—God rest her soul—knew the things I want to do to the sweet, smart, city beauty… well, not sure she would be so proud. See, I was raised proper.

A good man.

A sturdy man.

A man of faith.

Mary Beth Lassiter has changed me. She’s a brush above twenty years old to my thirty-six. Her soft pale flesh, the swell of her world-class ass, have stirred things in me I’d long ago thought to be dead.

I’d do dark things to her.

I’d do evil things to possess her.

I’d kill to protect her.

She’s been here two days, and I’m on the verge of madness. Sleep eludes me. Food holds no pleasure.

Today, my frail control will be tested to the fucking limit when I lead her out on our ride—just the two of us.

Laying in my bed alone at night, I ease my shame, using the panties she dropped scurrying back to her cabin from the shower to jerk off until my hand is numb and my balls empty.

I dream she’s touching herself, delicate fingers pressing down between the sheet and into her softness, sinking into drenched folds as she thinks of me. In forty-eight hours, she’s become my obsession and no amount of prayer, or jerking off, has eased my need.

Last night I fought my own monster and lost. Leaving the main house, I followed the dirt trail to a gathering of pines just on the hill above her cabin. The panties she’d dropped the day before were clutched in my hand, thick with my own release coating the soft fabric. Just knowing they’ve touched her there, I could never let them go, not until I have her for myself.

All of her.

The memory of watching her floods through me. There was a low light burning on the nightstand as I peered through her window. The sheer curtain casting a white haze around her. Warm evening temperatures hovering high enough to keep her on top of the covers, wearing just a white tank top and cotton panties. Just like the ones I had held to my face. The scrap of fabric holding her scent now mixed with my own.

I’d worked my erection until I spent twice watching her, imaging her flavor, growling into the night, watching her roll onto her stomach, her hand pressed under her body.

She’s turned me into a monster. A man that would do anything to keep her here. To prevent her from returning to a life before me. I even think of tying her up. Binding her here until she understands she can never leave.

There’s a gnawing want. I’m unfulfilled. There’s a new wildness in me I cannot calm. The animal inside has been unleashed, and I cannot quench the thirst she’s awoken, no matter how hard I try.

How hard I pray.

My lungs feel wound with rope, allowing only shallow, half-hearted breaths where the fresh air used to be a balm to my soul. Now, it’s her that will soothe me, only her. But our lives are a thousand miles apart and worlds away from each other.

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