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My stomach tightens almost painfully with every dirty word. My sex clenches around him as my orgasm bursts inside me, hitting me in every part of my body and making spots dance along the edge of my vision. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. And when Colter reaches forward, pressing down on my clit, I fall completely over the edge. My climax hits, so powerful that my limbs turn to jelly in its wake, as I scream out his name.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, Sunshine. Come on my dick,” he grinds out, thrusting into me harder, faster.

Each thrust grows slower, more deliberate, until he stills, his cock pulsing as he empties inside me. Warmth floods me, the sensation making me shudder. I sigh, contentment washing over me as we stay there in silence.

And though I’m dirty and scratched up from the rough bark, this moment will stay with me forever, burned into my brain.

The way Colter chased me down and took what he wanted.

I crave this side of him.

Untamed. Primal. Virile. The essence of masculinity.

I want all of him.

Every single part of Colter Grady.

All I can do now is hope he feels the same way.

Chapter Forty-Six

COLTER

Stepping out of Lincoln’s office, I smirk down at the sheet of paper in my hand.

It’s been a week since my win at The Bigfork Rodeo and now I have a list of competitions for the rest of the season. I’m taking Garrett’s place and hitting the road with the Oakridge Ranch performance horses. I will not only be taking part in the rodeo but cutting and steer roping. Though broncs are my strength, I know I’m more than capable and can hold my own in other events

For so long, this has been everything I’ve wanted, yet a small part of me can’t shake the thought of being away from Mila. In just two days I’ll be setting off with a couple of ranch hands for at least a month, competing in events all over the country. By the time I get back, my sunshine will be heading off to school in California, making a new life for herself and meeting new people… meeting men. Men that could offer her more than I could, men that’ll be worthy of her. My jaw tightens as red-hot possession slithers through my veins. I should put an end to us now, make it easier, but again, the thought of doing that tugs at something deep inside of me.

I never wanted it to come to this, I’ve tried to keep her at arm’s length, but I’m man enough to admit that Mila has become so much more than I expected. Before she came into my life, I was an empty shell, a shadow of the man I once was. But my little ray of sunshine has awakened feelings I thought I was no longer capable of.

Once, for a brief moment of madness, I thought I was in love with Annabeth, but what I felt for her pales in comparison to my feelings for Mila. She makes me believe I could take on the whole world and come out on top. She believes in me, like no one ever has before. She is everything I want, yet nothing I feel I deserve. But even knowing that, the truth remains the same. Mila is mine. And if it takes the rest of my life to prove that I’m worthy of her, I will. I just need to figure out how to balance everything so we both get what we want.

I want Mila, but I alsoneedthis opportunity to rejoin the circuit. The odds aren’t in my favor, but there’s a chance I can have both—it’s all about timing. If I rise to the top again, I’ll be able to stand on my own once more and make a decent life for us. Only then will I truly be able to claim Mila as mine without any blowback.

I can’t help but think back to the other night, when Mila wanted to indulge in my kinks. How I chased her through the forest and claimed her. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I had my doubts about how Mila would respond to my more primal desires, but I shouldn’t have worried. Once again, she proved me wrong and embraced every part of me, just like she always has. In that moment, I felt something wild stir inside me. I was unstoppable, consumed, untamed, out of control. I had her bent over that tree trunk, fucking her with a raw intensity, and I didn’t want it to end.

“Good news?” a gruff voice asks, breaking me from my thoughts, bringing me back to the present.

My head snaps up to see Garrett leaning against a wooden pillar, looking worse for wear. His face is drawn, hair disheveled. It’s clear he’s been hitting the bottle harder since the accident. It’s a damn shame, because I know where that path will lead. I’ve been down that road myself and it’s one of darkness and destruction.

“I thought you were out of town,” I say, trying to keep my tone neutral.

He lets out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, I was. But it was time to come back.” He pushes himself upright, and the grimace on his face tells me he’s still in pain. “Though I’m not sure there’s anything to come back to. Heard you’ve taken my job.” It’s not a question just a statement of fact.

I let out a long sigh. “I didn’t take anything Garrett, but you already know that. People warned you about your drinking and what would happen. No one made you drink that day. It was reckless and you know it.”

He chuckles, but it’s a bitter, harsh sound. “I don’t need advice from a drunk, ex-con.”

The insult hits its mark, and I stiffen, my eyes narrowing. “Garrett,” I warn, my voice low, but it does nothing to stop him.

“You think you’re better than me but you’re not. You just got lucky. Mark my words, it’s all going to come crashing down.” He spews his venom and under any other circumstances I’d put him in his place. But something stops me, the pain of losing everything gnaws at my stomach—I know exactly how he feels. He steps closer, his eyes burning with hate. Smirking, he lowers his voice, and I can feel the tension building when he spits his next words. “You think Lincoln will let you keep your job if he knows about you fucking his precious daughter?”

I stiffen, my jaw tightens and my fists ball. Every muscle is screaming at me to hit him, to shut him up once and for all. Thisfucker doesn’t know when to stop. “Careful Garrett,” I warn, my words clipped. “Wouldn’t want to go spreading lies, would you?”

He grins smugly, his eyes darting to someone behind me. I glance over my shoulder, freezing when I spot Brandon standing there, watching us. He’s all arrogance and from the self-assured confidence on his face, he believes he has me cornered.

I shift my focus back to Garrett, stepping in closer, until my chest brushes his. I lower my voice to a murmur. “You better watch yourself. Because if you don’t, it won’t just be your ribs hurting.” I throw him a pointed look, then turn and walk away before I do something stupid like beat both their asses. That would only land me in a cell and there’s no way in hell I’m ever going back to that nightmare.

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