Page 121 of Bucked Hard

I’ve never brought a woman into my home. I mean, other than friends or family.

Never for this. I never thought much about it, but having her here is my claiming. Under my roof.

Which I want to beourroof. And I’m planning all the ways I’m going to make that happen.

There was no way when the van arrived with our guests this week I would have imagined I’d have turned into this man. My life wasn't lonely, not by my description. I worked. Had family and friends, sure, but being alone suited me.

Until now.

Now, I can’t imagine not having her around. In such a short time, she’s woven herself down into the very fiber of my being, and I’ll pull out every stop to figure out how to put our lives together.

I lead her straight through the house and down the hall to my bedroom, unable to think clearly beyond getting her here.

Under me.

On top of me.

It’s taking whatever willpower I have left to not strip that short skirt off her and slake this hunger I have. Merciless and greedy, it lives inside of me now, imagining all the ways I’m going to fuck her, make her call my name and score my flesh with her fingernails.

Since my parents passed, I’ve lived alone here, never feeling the place needed anything. Now that she’s here, wandering around my room, picking up my things and putting them back down, I know what I’ve been missing my entire life.

“So,” she starts. We haven’t spoken a word since we came through the door of the house and into the bedroom. “What shall we do now?”

Her eyes sparkle as I shut the door and move toward her, feeling my insides shaking. My brain’s been in a fog since I tasted her and as much as I want to show some self-control, the relentless hunger I have for her may override any gentleness I have left.

The way she rode my mouth out in the open hints that my Filly has her own wild side, and it’s something I will never try to tame.

“I’ve got some ideas.”

She’s a mix of worldly and innocent. I know she’s traveled. She’s independent, able to take care of her world, but I want to do it for her.

Not because she can’t. Because she deserves someone that will.

She licks her plump lips as I slide my arms around her waist and tug her body to me, unashamed at letting her know the hardness under my zipper is there and ready for her. It’s as though she’s drawn out a part of me so long hidden, I barely know him myself.

In my life, working out here, with animals and mother nature, I’ve grown to trust my instincts. And my instincts tell me I’m going to discover parts of myself with her I would have never known without her.

Parts that claw and rip inside me, trying to get to her. An animalistic need I’ve never felt before. And I hope she will understand. My need to fuck her like she was brought onto this Earth to please me and only me, matched only by my obsessive need to make her mine and keep her with me forever.

I want to know every thought she has. I want her to share every part of herself with me.

Even the bad.

Especially the bad.

“I want to ask you something.” Her cheeks deepen pink as I release her waist and untie my oversized shirt, sliding it off her shoulders and leaving her in the too thin tank top she wore to dinner.

“You can ask me anything.” I twist one of the thin black straps with my forefinger, half losing my mind with the need to rip it off her.

“The first couple days I was here, you wouldn’t even say hello to me. I watched you, you spoke to almost everyone else but me. When you looked at me, it was almost with disdain. I was sure you had an aversion to me.”

Those first days were a struggle; I don’t even like to think of them now because I wasted them. But she deserves an explanation, and I want to give her everything. Even this. “The minute you stepped off that van.” I let out a breath, pushing her hair back behind her ears before settling my hands at the back of her neck. “There was this sort of ‘boom’ in my chest. Harriett even looked over at me like she’d heard it.”

She smiles, her eyes lighting up and I run my hands up into the back of her hair, feeling the silky strands in my rough fingers.

“Okay, so why didn’t you come talk to me? Let me know....”

I shake my head. “Truth, Filly, I wish I had a good reason. Fear? It’s all I can think. I mean, you are mother nature’s most stunning work. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. Not in person, on the TV or in a magazine. But your beauty came from somewhere deeper. The inside. And truth, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen or felt that. It was like you were glowing this special color that only I could see.”

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