Page 21 of Wild Bred

And yet now all I can do is imagine the opposite. I gasp, my fingers tightening around his flexed biceps. “I’m close. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

My breathing goes ragged as the pleasure builds. Reid’s body moves over me, powerful and dominant.

“Mackenna,” he rasps.

“Oh, God.” I tilt my head back and let out an unfettered cry. My fingers dig into his arms as an orgasm sweeps over me, my pussy pulsing around his rigid cock.

Reid growls out a curse and abruptly pulls out of me. I look down, breathless as I watch him wrap a hand around his huge cock and jerk it with rough, hard strokes. Cum explodes out in a thick stream, splashing all over my belly, warm and wonderful.

9

REID

Ithought I couldn’t get Mackenna off my mind before, but now I know that was nothing. This, right here, is what it’s like to be consumed by a woman: I’ve been standing outside my house for who knows how long, staring at the unfinished walls, unable to decide whether I should add another window or not.

Would she like a window there?

Am I crazy for wanting to make changes to my house for her?

More importantly, am I crazy for wanting to spend every waking moment satisfying her every need?

Sighing, I rip off my tool belt and toss it aside. If I can’t make progress here at the house, I may as well make myself useful and get some things done back in town.

I get in my truck and make a wide turn over the dirt as I turn around. Thirty minutes later, I’m pulling into a parking spot in front of the bank. I’m getting out of my truck when I spot a familiar face coming up the sidewalk.

The sight of Justin makes me angry all over again for what he tried to do.

Justin notices me as I’m walking around the front of my truck. His feet slow, and mine keep going.

“Look, man,” he says, holding up his hands. “I’m staying away from her.”

“Yeah, you better fucking stay away.” I shake my head. “Can I give you some advice? Cut out the scumbag shit and be a decent person from now on.”

He nods, looking too scared to challenge me. “Yep. You’re right.”

I wait to see if he has anything else to say, and when he doesn’t, I start toward the bank. Justin quickly moves out of my way, his footsteps hurried as he walks in the opposite direction.

I get my errands done within an hour, and then I drive over to my apartment. But being there isn’t any better than being out at the new property. I can’t get Mackenna off my mind. I keep thinking about the feisty looks she gives me, and how unbelievable it felt to be inside her, and how close I came to filling her womb with my seed.

Is this urge within me just a thing that gets me off?

Or is it something more? Something real?

I don’t know how I’m supposed to figure it out. I’d ask Shaw, but I don’t even know how to bring it up. It feels like something I shouldn’t admit. Yeah, you know my pretty neighbor? I have an insatiable desire to impregnate her. What do you think, man? Is it just a fetish I never knew I had? Or do I want it for real?

I slide my phone out of my pocket and start to type the question into a search engine, but then close the tab before I can finish typing the words.

And then, instead, I text Mackenna to ask if she’s given any more thought to my offer to help out around the sanctuary.

She gives me the easy stuff first. Feeding the animals, cleaning their enclosures, throwing dirty towels in the wash. For two weeks, that’s all I do. It’s grunt work, but I’m happy to do whatever I can do to help lighten her workload.

It’s funny, though. The more time I spend there, the more I look forward to my daily rounds. And it’s not just because I get to see Mackenna’s sweet smile every day.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s nice to see the animals, too.

I know they perk up when I come around because they associate me with food now. That’s all it is. They aren’t excited to see me. But when they run over and greet me, making all their little happy noises, it feels…rewarding. Fulfilling.

I’ll never be as passionate about all of this as she is. But I see it on a deeper level now. I see her on a deeper level. Every time I look at her now, I notice little things I overlooked before. Like the different ways her eyes crinkle with different kinds of delight. The subtle reddish sheen to her hair when the sun hits it just right. The way she always rubs the same spot on her elbow when she’s mulling something over.

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