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We were outside of town and there was nothing but open fields all around. She’d taken off running west, in the direction of a small creek. She’d never see the creek until she was already falling over the small bluff that shot out over it. There was plenty of field she’d have to get through before she reached the creek but I had no doubt Reagan was stubborn enough to reach it and break her fool neck when she fell in.

I was out of the truck and chasing her without another thought. I felt like a wild animal chasing its prey as I pushed my body to move faster. I was closing the distance between us and I could hear her ragged breathing as she struggled to run in her bare feet after kicking off her shoes.

“Reagan! Stop!” I tried to reason with her one more time. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Go to hell!”

I growled and decided I’d had enough. We were running through a field in the dark like a couple of idiots and one of us was going to get hurt. Charging forward even harder, I caught up to her and snagged her around the waist.

She screamed as we both went down and even after I’d fallen on top of her, she still fought me like a fucking tiger. While I was busy trying to brace myself so I didn’t crush her, she was shoving at me, trying to knee me, and snapping her teeth like she would’ve loved to bite off a piece of me. All the while she screamed at me like I was the one attacking her.

I finally managed to get a grip on both of her wrists so I could pin them in the dirt over her head and I used my weight to pin her hips to the ground. Then I glared down at her and shouted.

“Stop it!”

“You stop it!” She tried to buck her hips against me again but it was useless. I had her pinned. Her chest heaved and the tiny dress was doing a piss-poor job of keeping her tits contained.

“Don’t fucking look at me. You don’t want me? Fine. Let me up and I’ll go home and fuck your brothers.”

I gripped her arms tighter.

“That’s fine. That’s what you’ve been doing and it’s been fine. I don’t care.”

“No, I haven’t! What you watched on the porch is the only thing I’ve done with your brothers since you decided to pull this stupid vanishing act. It doesn’t feel right, knowing you’re unhappy. I’ll get over it, though. I’ll go straight there and let them have their way with me now. Just get off me first.”

“You’re lying.”

She tried to twist away from me and screamed when she couldn’t budge.

“I lied to get you alone tonight. I haven’t lied to you any other time. Believe what you want, though. I’m done.”

I switched my grip so I had both of her wrists in one hand and then I reached into my pocket to grab my phone.

“If I call them right now, they’d say the same?”

“Yes! You giant asshole! For some stupid reason, I thought I missed you and didn’t want to do anything to hurt you, like pretending you aren’t a big part of whatever the hell we have together.” She turned her head to look away from me and exposed the long length of her neck. “I hate you.”

I tossed my phone aside and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me again.

“You should.”

She bared her teeth at me.

“Maybe I should. And maybe I wish I did. But I don’t.”

We were both breathing hard and glaring at each other. I wanted to scream at her to leave me alone to my misery but I also wanted to fucking possess her in every possible way. My hand shook with restraint and desire as I slid my hand down her throat and over her chest. I left it splayed out between her breasts and felt the way her heart pounded against it.

“What are you waiting on, Mills? Would you find it easier to touch me if you threw money at me first?” She shocked me so much with that question that I loosened my grip and that was all the sign she needed to fight her way out from under me.

CHAPTER 35

Reagan

I somehow managed to buck the big idiot off of me and scrambled onto my stomach to crawl away. I was furious. I didn’t want to get away. I wanted Mills to snap and take me. I wanted him to wake up and realize that I wanted—

“Get back here.” Mills grabbed my ankles and yanked them backwards, dragging me over the dirt until he was straddling my thighs again, but with my stomach pressed into the ground. When I tried to lift my chest, he planted one big hand in the middle of my back and held me down. He was breathing hard as he adjusted himself so he was sitting lower on my thighs. Just as a breeze tickled my ass, I felt him go still.

“Mills?”

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