Page 9 of Untamed

I stare at the space between her legs, knowing how easy it would be to fuck her. To bend her over a hay bale and ram into her pussy. But I got what I wanted, my release, and now I’m done. My gaze drops to my softening cock, its lack of interest evident. Just as I am about to move her off of my lap, tell her I’m done, light floods the barn, a loud gasp stopping me.

My head snaps up and there she is—the girl who just got me off without even touching me. My cock instantly turns to steel at the sight of her, and I can’t help the smirk that pulls at my lips.

Because Mila Becker stands there, her face a picture of disgust.

She radiates innocence, looks pure and flawless.

Instead of telling her to leave, all I can think about is how much I want to taint that purity.

Chapter Seven

MILA

I come to a halt, a shocked gasp escaping my lips at the unexpected sight in the barn.

Colter, sitting on the bales of hay, legs spread wide with hishuge, limp cock, dangling between his thighs as a redheaded girl straddles his lap like she belongs there.

If I could run away without him noticing, I would. But turning on the barn lights has already given me away, drawing his attention. His green eyes lock onto mine, a smirk tugging at his full lips as he watches me, his gaze narrowed, almost predatory.

My heart pounds erratically in my chest as I stare at the scene before me. It’s like a car crash, and I can’t tear my gaze away. That is, until the shrill, squeaky voice of whatever girl is with him, jerks my attention to her.

“Who the hell are you? Get out,” she shrieks, her face twisted with venom as she glares at me.

“Oh my God. I’m-I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone would be here. I just wanted to check on Clover, he didn’t seem himself earlier.” I stutter over my words, explaining my unintentional voyeurism, then wonder why he hell I’m apologizing. This is my father’s ranch. Colter just works here. And the girl? I have noidea who she is. Straightening my shoulders, I draw on every ounce of strength and confidence I can muster, glaring at them both. “Actually, no. This is my ranch. You get out.”

The redhead glances back at Colter, who hasn’t taken his gaze from me. His eyes spark with challenge. “It's your father’s ranch, actually, princess. And we were here first. No rules about fucking in the barn.”

Though my cheeks heat, my gaze narrows on him. For some reason, he’s trying to provoke me, hoping I’ll snap and throw insults his way. But that’s not who I am. I’m positive, happy and I won’t let him change that. Forcing a smile, I turn toward my horse, throwing a remark over my shoulder. “Don’t let me interrupt you. In fact, just pretend I’m not here. This won’t take long,” I sing the words, though something a lot like jealousy simmers beneath the surface.

I hear a shriek, followed by a thud. Though I don’t look, I can guess Colter shoved the redhead off his lap, and she hit the floor. My suspicions are confirmed when her whiny voice cuts through the otherwise quiet barn. “Seriously, Colter? I just sucked your cock. The least you could do is ask me to move instead of pushing me to the floor.”

It’s an asshole move on Colter's part, but I smile anyway. This girl’s expectations are clearly completely irrelevant to the grumpy man she just got off.

“Leave,” he grunts, unbothered by her outburst, just as I open the door of Clover’s stall.

“Fucking asshole,” the redhead mutters under her breath, before I hear the sharp click of heels against the concrete floor.

“Hey, boy,” I move to my horse, running my hand up and down his chestnut-colored neck. He snorts, his head turning toward me as he nuzzles into my arm. I smile. “You feeling okay?” I ask, though I know he can’t answer. He breathes deeply, the hot air from his nostrils brushing against my hand.

Clover was a gift for my tenth birthday and even though I haven’t been around much, my father promised to take care of him. Between my brother and dad, they have both kept him exercised, using him for cattle drives. During the times I visited, I spent most of my time trail riding with Nova, Maverick and Brandon. I can honestly say that some of my happiest memories have been made with this horse.

A presence at the stall door pulls my attention away from Clover. Glancing up, I find Colter leaning against the frame, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. He watches me with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Can I help you?” I ask nonchalantly, pretending I didn’t just catch him with his huge dick out.

“No,” he mutters, his green eyes never leaving mine.

I shake my head. “Do you always answer in one syllable words?”

He shrugs and pushes off the doorframe.

“What’s wrong with him?” Colter asks in a voice that sends a spark straight between my legs, proving he can in fact say more than one word at a time.

“I don’t know, I’m not a vet.” I purse my lips.

Though I don’t say it aloud, the idea of being one does appeal to me. I shake my head, deciding that’s something to dwell on another time. “He just seemed a little off when I got back from my trail ride. Dad said there’s an equine flu going around.”

He nods, stepping around Clover to examine him. Colter takes Clover’s face in his hands, studying every inch of him. “He looks a little lethargic.” He lifts Clover’s top lip and pulls the bottom one down, inspecting his gums. “And from the color, he looks dehydrated.” He tents a pinch of skin on his neck and watches it ease back to normal instead of snapping back.

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