Page 51 of Untamed

Her words hit me like a hammer straight to the chest. I squeeze my eyes closed, swallowing down the lump in my throat. No one has ever protected me—not even my waste of space parents. But here she is, this girl, who’s too young, too perfect, too innocent and yet she’s watching out for me in a way no one ever has. Emotion suffocates me. I have no clue what the fuck I’m doing anymore, and I definitely don’t know how to deal with my feelings for Mila. But I’m going to try. She deserves that much.

I sigh, the feel of her in my lap grounding me. “I know you were, but I don’t have to like it. He’s a fucking asshole.” My eyes snap open, narrowing on her. “He wants you.”

Mila sighs softly, her expression one of patience as she leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips. “He can’t have me.”

A low groan rumbles from my chest as I wrap my arms around her waist and eliminate any space between us. “Damn fucking right he can’t,” I growl, slamming my lips to hers.

Mila gasps, her lips parting as she allows me access and I take every opportunity to deepen the kiss. She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted but nothing I should ever have. Sweet, pure, untouched by the dirt that touches my hands and stains my soul.

But none of that matters. Because her intoxicating kisses pull me under, and with every touch of her mouth I become more selfish, losing my damn mind until she is all that matters.

“Colter,” she moans my name like it’s a prayer, tearing her mouth from mine.

Her lust drunk eyes meet mine, as her little tongue darts out and runs across her full bottom lip.

My cock jerks in my jeans, and I can’t wait another second.

“Out of the truck,” I grunt, pushing open my own door and climbing out with Mila in my arms. Slamming the door shut, I carry her to the tail end, making quick work of pulling down the tailgate.

“Where are you doing?” she blurts, but I don’t answer.

She’ll know soon enough what I have planned.

Holding Mila in one arm, I use my free hand to pull us up into the bed of my truck and set her down gently. It’s partially covered by a tonneau cover, and pushing it back, I grab the two blankets I’d hidden earlier after Mila’s message.

I shake out the first and then second, laying them on top of each other. It’s not much but it will hopefully make it a little more comfortable. I glance up, my eyes locking on Mila, who watches me with an unreadable expression. Without saying a word, I pull my shirt off, kick my boots aside, then remove my jeans and boxer briefs, leaving myself completely naked.

Her chest rises and falls, her gaze raking all over my body, paying special attention to my cock, before coming back to my face.

Realization dawns in her beautiful eyes and she swallows.

She shakes her head, hesitant. “What if someone catches us?”

I get to my knees in front of her, gripping her chin and forcing her gaze to mine. “They won’t. Now get naked, I want to see what belongs to me.”

Stubborn as ever, she takes her time scanning the area for any sign of life. She won’t find any, but I’ll allow her to go through the motions if it puts her mind at ease. After a long moment, satisfied that we’re alone; she rises to stand in front of me and begins to remove her clothes. I stay where I am, on my knees, worshipping at her perfect altar. I’ve never been a particularly religious man, but if Mila is my church, I promise to pray every day.

Her clothes drop to the truck bed, snapping me from my thoughts. My mouth waters at the sight of her, naked apart from a red thong. I finger the edges of the material, groaning when I see the unmistakable wet patch.

“And these,” I order, my voice gravelly with arousal.

She sucks in a sharp breath, her gaze flickering once again to our surroundings. I almost laugh at how comical her reaction is. What did she think was going to happen? I don’t have my cock out for the fun of it.

“Colter–” she starts but I cut her off.

“Don’t say anything, Mila. Just take off your panties and show me what belongs to me.”

She holds my gaze for a long moment and, for a brief second, I think she’s going to defy me. But then she exhales a breath, gripping the waistband of the red material and pulling it down her long, tanned legs.

“I do belong to you, Colter. Only you,” she says softly, her voice placating.

“Is that so? Still, I think you need a reminder, then maybe you’ll think twice before letting another man touch you.”

I stroke myself from root to tip, my eyes locked on Mila’s as she stares at me defiantly. I smirk, letting my gaze drop down her body and taking her in. I’ve seen her naked before, but not like this. Exposed, and on display for me, with nothing to hide her. I let my hungry gaze take in her hourglass figure, perky tits and smooth tan skin. She really is breathtaking. There’s something captivating about Mila, she draws you in with her warm smile and her beauty. I didn’t even stand a chance, and it was foolish of me to think I could stay away.

She wraps her arms around her body, trying to hide herself. I pause, my eyes flying to her face. Her cheeks are pink and she looks self-conscious. I reach for her, removing her arms from her body and pulling her into mine.

My lips drop to her ear, “Don’t ever hide from me, Mila. You’re fucking perfect and don’t let anybody ever tell you different.”

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