Page 20 of The Biker's Last Rodeo
He stares down at the pavement then up again, catching my gaze. “I went out to take that hit today. The guy I’d been after.”
My stomach churns.“What?”
His jaw clenches. “I saw his little girl and her family. I saw us… five years from now. I saw my parents sixty years ago. I sawyou.I couldn’t do it.”
Duke’s shoulders tense as a breeze blows the scent of pine between us.
“But you’ve been fixated on this forever.” I swallow hard. “How do you just let all that go?”
“The same way you did, bunny rabbit.” He kisses my head and wraps me into his arms. “I start shoplifting ChapStick until the pain goes away.”
I laugh and cuddle against his chest, letting the rhythm of his heart settle me.
“That,” he beams with a sinister grin, “or I tie you back up in the center of the horse ring… until you know you’re mine.”
My clit throbs and I smile as he kisses my forehead, then swings his leg over the bike and starts the engine with that low, familiar growl.
I don’t know if I ever fully healed from what happened at the diner all those years ago. Maybe that scar will always hum beneath my skin. But right now, with Duke beside me, the road stretching wide, and his promise ringing in my ears, I’m not breaking free.
I’m finally heading home to our beginning, and to whatever he has planned in that horse ring.
Chapter Eight
Duke
The drive home is freeing. Hell, more than freeing. It’s an awakening. A rebirth of a life I didn’t think I’d ever have.
Maci holds tight to my waist as we thud past a crooked fence post and a rusted horseshoe nailed to a tree. We could’ve parked in the driveway, but I drive through the dry grass toward the round pen instead.
“You’re crazy.” She giggles behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. “Like seriously… I love it.”
“You might not love it after I’m done doing all my filthy things to you, little girl.” I stop just outside the gate and kill the engine. “I want you tied up to that post begging me to let you come. I want you screaming out until everyone for miles knows where you belong.”
“Is that right?” she whispers and bites her bottom lip. “You think it’s that easy?”
“Oh,” I laugh under my breath and help her off the bike, “you’re far from easy. Now back up and strip down for me. I want to see that pretty, pink, little pussy.”
She whimpers under her breath and backs against the center pole, dropping her sundress to the dirt floor as she stares toward me with a grin.
Little bunny is a showboat. This is going to be fun.
Like muscle memory, the rope is in my hand before I know it. It’s the same one I used on the sorrel colt last spring who’d never seen a human without running. Maci watches me, eyes flashing like bolts of lightning behind storm clouds, but she doesn’t move.
I loop the rope around her wrists slow and sure, the way I’d halter a greenie who needs to feel the rhythm of my confidence more than the pull of my grip. One wrap, then two. I keep tension light, but I tie with precision, then hitch her to the post in the center of the round pen. The one where I’ve watched stallions learn patience from fire, their hooves kicking up from lessons they didn’t know they needed.
Bunny doesn’t flinch but I see the rise and fall of her chest. Fast but steady, like a horse trying to make up its mind.
I step back, catch her gaze, and nod once. “You know why I’m doing this?”
She shakes her head and bites back a grin. “You want to break me like one of your horses?”
“No.” I step forward and lean into her lips gently, then bend to my knees, dragging my hands down over her smooth naked body. “You don’t break wild things. You give them something worth staying for.” I kiss her lips again. “I’m tying you up to remind you that you’re mine.”
Her breath hitches as I lean into her soft pussy and taste her sugary trembling thighs. She’s so fucking sweet.
Whimper after whimper leaves her sighing lips as I slide my tongue inside her crease, circling the tip over her swollen clit.
I’m never letting her go. She’s mine.
