Page 55 of Untamed

We need to hurry up and get this shit over with. I want to get back and see my girl…

My brows furrow. My girl.

It feels strange, yet somehow right. And for now, Mila ismygirl.

The image of her riding my cock reverse cowgirl last night pops into my mind, unbidden. It’s only been hours since I was inside her and yet I’m going out of my damn mind with my needfor her. I can feel the volcano inside me waiting to erupt and if Brandon doesn’t stop with his bullshit, it will explode all over him.

It’s about time that son of a bitch was taught a lesson, and I wouldn’t mind being the one to do the teaching.

I get it. A blind man could see that he’s in love with Mila, they could also see it’s unrequited. Brandon needs to move on. Find someone who wants him because no matter how hard he tries; it’s never going to be my sunshine. No, she wants me. I see it in the way she looks at me, the way she touches me. I should walk away now, before her emotions turn into something deeper, but the selfish part of me will never allow that.

Especially now that her innocence belongs to me.

I groan inwardly at the thought of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. That I was the first man to be inside her tight body, owning every inch of her. I want her to crave me as much as I crave her, even when I know it’s wrong.

Because for now, Mila is mine. Every part of her.

Despite the little bit of doubt constantly creeping in and screaming that she will be my downfall, I push the warnings aside, allowing myself to free fall into the forbidden, even when I have no idea where I’ll land.

I am just stepping out of the shower when my cellphone buzzes on the counter. Anticipation thrums in my veins at the thought of it being Mila. I haven’t seen her all day—work kept me busy—but now my body aches with the need to be around her. To hold her in my arms and touch her.

I snatch up my phone, a half-smile tugging at my lips when I see her pet name on the screen.

Sunshine: As you know Dad and Maverick are out of town at an auction. My Mamaw’s at bingo for the evening and will be gone for at least a couple hours. Come to the house?

Heat floods my groin at the thought of fucking Mila in her own bed. It’s sick really, taking her under the boss’s roof, but I can’t deny the excitement coursing through me or the way my cock twitches in response.

My fingers are moving across the screen before I can stop myself.

Me: Give me twenty minutes.

I set my phone back on the counter, quickly drying off and getting dressed. Music pulses through the cabin, and I know when I open the door, I’ll be met by a room full of people. My jaw tightens, annoyance unfurling inside of me. All I want to do is slip out unnoticed, without answering questions. Not that I’ll give any answers, but the fact they think they have a right to stick their noses in my business, irritates me.

I sigh, pulling the door open and it’s just as I expected. The wranglers, cowboys, ranch hands, Dulcie and a few other girls are hanging around in the living space. My eyes scan the crowd, brows raised in surprise when I find Brandon among them. He’s never shown up to one of these parties before… So why now?

My guess is Maverick’s away and now Brandon thinks this group is worth his time.

Our gazes meet, and I can’t help the smirk that curls my lips when he shoots a glare my way. My eyes shift to Dulcie under his arm. Her eyes are narrowed on me, no doubt trying to provoke a reaction out of me. Does she really think I’m interested in her? Jesus Christ, even when she blew me, I had no interest. She could literally fuck every guy in this room in front of me and I wouldn’t give a damn.

Turning away from them, I head straight for the door, ignoring the others as I pass. Pulling on my boots, I start to make my way out when I’m stopped by a deep raspy voice and a hand on my shoulder.

“Where are you off to, boy?” Leroy asks.

I glance back at him, grunting a single word. “Out.”

He stares at me for a long beat, then exhales a resigned sigh as he mutters, “Your funeral.”

Without responding, I pull open the door and step into the cool night air.

It’s reckless to do this tonight, especially with Brandon being here, but I don’t think anything could stop me. Mila has either possessed me, or I’ve been hit with temporary madness. Because the thought of losing my place here no longer fills me with dread.

Make no mistake, I’m grateful to Lincoln for giving me a second chance at life. But not even his warnings will stop me.

I surrender to Mila, to this insanity.

No matter the consequences.

Chapter Thirty-Five

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