Page 3 of Untamed

Does the little precious princess have a pussy made of gold or something?

“Yeah. Pop’s going to have his work cut out there.” Maverick snickers while taking a swig of his flask.

“How come?” Rory asks.

Maverick glances at him, shrugging. “Because I know my sister. Pop still thinks of her as a little girl, but I know better. I’ve spent time with her in Georgia with our mom and let’s just say she gave both her and our stepfather the run around.”

My eyes narrow, jaw tightening. Great. Another little Becker brat who no doubt thinks she is above everyone. Too good to even be in the vicinity of the ranch hands. Just what the place needs.

“Nah, don’t listen to him. Mila is a good girl. You won’t even know that she’s here.” Brandon speaks up from beside Maverick. Curiosity peeks up inside me with his words, only to be fueled further when Maverick speaks.

“You’re just saying that because you’ve been in love with her since forever.” He glares.

Brandon’s face flushes red but he doesn’t respond with an answer. Instead, he shakes his head, taking a swig from his flask.

My gaze narrows in on him, observing his face. His reaction. The wistful longing and lustful spark in his eyes. Hmm.Interesting. Seems that the little princess’s brother’s best friend has a crush on her. I snarl. How fucking cliché.

Shaking my head, I laugh under my breath, then go back to ignoring them all. Because quite frankly, I don’t give a shit about some little rich brat and what she gets up to.

The girl has nothing to do with me and that’s exactly how it will stay.

Chapter Three

MILA

Yanked from sleep by the clattering of pots and the din of loud voices, I’m momentarily disoriented before it hits me—I’m back at the ranch, at home.

Groaning, I roll over and grab my phone off the nightstand, checking the time and finding it is just after six a.m. Ugh. During my time away, I must have forgotten how early everyone rises at Oakridge. Guess it’s time to get out of bed.

Moving to a seated position, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and make my way to the adjoined bathroom to get myself ready for the day ahead. Brushing my teeth, I pull my long blonde hair into a high ponytail, wash my face, then head back to the bedroom closet where I pull my panties, a bra, and jeans, finishing my outfit with a flannel shirt.

Checking myself out in the full-length mirror, I roll my eyes at the outfit. Am I now a city girl trying too hard to be a country girl? I shake my head. No. Never. I may live in the city now, but the country will always hold my heart.

Turning away, I stride to the door, pulling it open and following the sound of voices down the hall to the kitchen. Stepping through the entryway, I pause when I spot my brother sitting at the table in deep conversation with our father whileMamaw hovers over the stove, spatula in hand, no doubt cooking up a storm. My grin is uncontrollable.

They don’t notice me at first, so I decide to be a little creep, watching them for a long moment and basking in the atmosphere of being back at home. I have been here less than twenty-four hours, but it’s already pure bliss—despite the early wakeup call—and exactly where I am meant to be.

“Sweetheart?” Dad’s voice filters into my thoughts.

Gaze snapping to him, I smile softly, before shifting my eyes to my brother. This is the first time seeing him in months, the last time being when he came to visit me and Mom in Georgia. And though there doesn’t look to be any major changes in his appearance, the warmer months have agreed with him.

A chair scraping against the tiles catches my attention. Maverick is out of his seat and charging me, pulling me into a big hug before I can blink. My smile widens. My brother may come across as a bit of an asshole, but really, he is a big softy underneath all that hard exterior.

“Mila,” he mutters, breaking the hug and pulling away from me. Holding me at arm’s length, his eyes—identical to mine, a blend of blue and gray—roamed over my face.

Playfully, I shove his chest. “Hey, big brother.”

Grinning, his eyes drop to what I’m wearing, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. “Glad to see you’re dressed appropriately for work, sis. You didn’t think this would be a vacation, right?”

Rolling my eyes, I brush past him to greet Mamaw, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Morning,” I murmur softly.

“Morning, Honey. Take a seat. Coffee is on the table. Food will be ready soon.” She waves me away and chuckles as I do as she says.

“Morning, Daddy,” I smile warmly, settling into a seat to his left as Maverick drops into the chair directly across from me.

“You’re happy this morning,” Dad muses, glancing at me over the rim of his coffee mug.

I shrug. “It’s just good to be back, is all.”

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