Page 80 of Savagely Yours
“And what do I do if she does end up softening for me?” I pictured my mouth on Larke’s pussy, her silky clit on on tongue. “Enjoy myself?”
“Well, yes. Look, Harding, a guy like you is here for the long haul. I can see you stepping up once I step down. Who knows what all that will entail? Marriage? Kids? I know a few good,solid women, all shades of the rainbow, and they are active contributors to the future of our place here at Totten. The perfect balance to life is a wild cat outside the home and a tamed housecat inside. It’s the key to a long-lasting marriage.”
The man couldn’t be more wrong.
Larke was a wildcat behind closed doors, and she was also the same amazing woman she’d always been. My perfect balance lived inside her and her alone.
“But about Collins?” He patted the side of my arm. “You’re right. Let’s leave that alone. Maybe I’ll talk with the girl’s father, offer some atonement for Collins’ behavior.”
I didn’t care.
I had somewhere to be.
“Are we done here?” I asked.
He sighed. “Harding, rest. You work too hard. You’re never in your apartment. Do I have to assign someone to follow you around to make sure you take a break? LaSalle seems to have a big-brother, little-brother thing for you.”
“Me and LaSalle are the same age.”
“Chronologically, perhaps, but not up here.” He tapped his temple with his index and middle finger. “And where are you headed anyhow? To your lawyer?”
“Not tonight. I’m going to try the thing you mentioned. The ‘resting’ thing.”
“Good.”
“But I have some scouting to do first.”
“Of course you do.” He shook his head, chuckling. “Yes, we’re done. Dismiss?—”
I walked off.
It took everything in me not to run.
I’d already let Marshall know beforehand that I would need him to escort Larke Tapley back to Juniper once she was done with work for the day.
Thesecondshe was done.
When I burst into the studio, Larke was setting down her things. The purse she carried, along with her outfit—a pair of light, cream-colored pants and a green top—were all additional gifts from me. God forbid the supply runners found flowers, jewelry, and perfume. The camp’s focus was on growing food, but I’d considered using my authority to have someone start a rose bush.
She turned. “Hey?—”
“Get naked.” I tore at my uniform. “Now.”
“No.”
My left brow shot up.
So did my dick.
I’d undressed down to my boxer briefs, so I knew she saw it. She pretended not to notice, but the rapid rise and fall of her breasts said otherwise.
“I won’t undress on command,” she argued. “You just barged in here, didn’t even say hello or bring me a snack.”
“I have a snack for you.”
“Can I swallow it?”
My brow rose higher.
