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I glance around the large open room, and I don’t see him. The sun is already up, so chances are high he’s taking care of the farm. He told me he’d have to get up at sunrise, but the disappointment in his absence still surprises me.

I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Last night was amazingly unexpected. After the first time we had sex, he got up and made me something to eat. What should have been a simple grilled cheese sandwich ended up being some sort of fancy grilled cheese with a mix of cheese, tomatoes, and basil. It was so good I stole some of his sandwich.

Then we showered together. That ended up being the hard fast fuck I begged him for when he had me in his bed.

I reach up and wrap my hand around my neck and smile. Chase is so much more demanding and controlling in bed than I expected. Dominating. That’s the best way to describe him.

After he’d meticulously washed every inch of my body, he pressed me against the shower wall and wrapped his hand around my throat. That’s how he held me in place. With one hand around my neck and the other pressed against the shower wall, he slammed into me over and over again until I cried out his name in pleasure.

It’s not how I pictured him. His personality led me to believe he’d be more tentative, slow, and caring during sex. Caring, yes. But tentative and slow? He is anything but.

I can still feel his grip around my neck. It was firm, powerful, domineering. But I never felt pain or fear in his grasp. Only wanted and revered.

I loved every second of it.

I’ve always been the one in control. I thought that’s what I liked and wanted from a partner. Someone who’d let me take the lead and set the pace. But Chase proved otherwise last night.

I was more than willing to submit to him. It was hot and exciting and the best sex I’ve ever had.

That thought sends a shiver through my body and goosebumps pebble my skin. I’ve never let myself be so vulnerable with another person before. I learned a long time ago to never give someone the upper hand. Because if I did, I’d lose everything I fought for.

My independence and freedom cost me a lot. It cost my dad everything. My life may be mine and mine alone, but it’s never been easy. But it’s far better than the alternative.

If I had given into the demands of the MC all those years ago, I wouldn’t be struggling with bills, a barely running car, and a rundown trailer. I would have been taken care of in all the ways I struggle now, but I wouldn’t have been free. I would have been Smoke’s property, and that’s something I could never live with.

The soft sound of a strumming guitar drags me out of my morose thoughts. I glance in the direction of the sound and notice the balcony door is cracked.

Tossing the sheet back, I grab the T-shirt he’d given me to wear last night and pull it over my head, and then make my way across the large room. Disappointment washes over me when I discover the balcony is empty.

Where is he?

Stepping outside into the cool morning air, I take in the amazing view of his family’s land. The sun is still low in the sky, casting a muted light across the horizon. The shadows of the rolling hills and the hazy light from the low fog have me wishing I had my paints and a canvas. This is exactly the kind of view I love to paint.

The music picks up again, and I search the area closer to the stables. I find Chase sitting on a stump, guitar in hand, singing to his goats. My heart gallops and I have to press my hand to my chest to catch my breath.

I didn’t think I knew what swooning was. Hell, it’s not something I ever thought I’d experience. But right now, I am swooning over the man singing to his goats while they’re bouncing round him like playful children.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat and press my hand harder against my chest. My heart is so not prepared for a man like this. I’ve guarded my heart for so long because I’ve always known that if the right man came along, I’d give him everything.

Giving someone everything is dangerous.

Chase Mutter is that kind of man. Which means he’s a man that could completely break me if I’m not careful.

Chapter 18

This is how it works

Chase

I take another deep breath before I strum my guitar again. I should probably head back upstairs and see how Lina is doing, but I’m kind of freaking out.

I finally got the girl of my dreams, and I’m terrified I won’t be able to keep her. Losing her would ruin me.

Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not the kind of man she really wants. Sure, she made me promises last night. She agreed to a relationship. But for how long?

Will she be done with me in a week? A month? A few months? Hell, she could wake up this morning and decide it was all a mistake.

Lina doesn’t want a man like me. She wants a bad boy like Christian. She made that very clear from the beginning.

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