Page 52 of Barbed Wire Hearts

“Don’t I just make things harder?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Not at all. You took a few weeks to learn but you’re a damn fast learner. The only thing you make difficult is me focusing on what I gotta do every day. You distract me with your existence. I find it hard to work when all I can think about is you out there working, you out there while I’m stuck inside.” He leans closer. “Only because I get hard at the most inconvenient times thinking about you with Wiley or Levi, about how you must look while screaming their names.”

My breath stops. “What?”

“You think I don’t think of it every waking moment?” he asks with a growl. “I see the way they look at you, Kate, and let me tell you, Levi doesn’t hate you, just as I don’t. You think we’d go through all this trouble for someone we hate?”

“You might,” I breathe.

“We’re not that noble,” he says, pressing me back against the four-wheeler. “You can think us that, but we ain’t. We’re hardly some beacons of righteousness.”

“You don’t seem so bad to me,” I murmur.

He threads his hand into my hair and jerks my head back, forcing my chin to tilt all the way up as he presses against my front. His other hand grabs my hip and squeezes. “You ran from one set of demons, and you don’t even realize you found another.”

My heart seizes. “What do you mean?”

“Too late to run now, Calamity Kate,” he purrs. “You found a nest of rattlesnakes. You can’t fear their venom now.”

He presses his lips against mine before I can ask him what he means. My anxiety flares, but when his hand tightens in my hair, it flies out the window. What was I worried about again? The fact they’re keeping secrets? We all have secrets.

And fuck if I don’t want to let this man consume me, rattlesnake or not.

He shoves me against the back of the four-wheeler before hoisting me up on top of it, balancing me there before stepping in between my legs.

“I ain’t ever fucked a woman on my four-wheeler,” he rasps as he shoves my shirt and bra up in one fluid motion. “I think it’s time I rectify that, don’t ya think?”

“Yes,” I pant as he covers my nipple with his mouth. “I agree.”

He reaches down and unbuttons my jeans before shoving them down under my hips. I kick my boots off as he does, trying to help, but he stops me as I’m about to reach for his jeans. He jerks my hands over my head and forces me to lay down on the seat. When he wraps my fingers around the handlebars, I eye him.

“Don’t let go,” he warns.

I do as he says, not expecting much of anything until he immediately leans down and buries his face between my thighs. I cry out and close my legs, but he shoulders them back apart and glares at me.

“No,” he growls. “You stay open now, or else I might not be so nice.”

But he’s being too direct and my legs slowly start to close again. He smacks me right on my clit and I jerk in surprise and pain.

“Ow!” I growl, glaring down at him.

“I told you not to close your thighs.”

“Then do it fucking right,” I snarl. “You’re being too aggressive!”

His eyes crinkle. “Am I being too aggressive, city girl?” he hums. “Them city boys don’t fuck you right, do they?”

I open my mouth and close it. “Well. . . not really, no.”

“Shame,” he chuckles. “We do it different out here.”

He stands and unbuckles his pants then before shoving his jeans down around his hips. His hand immediately wraps around my throat and squeezes, holding me still as he lines his cock up with my entrance.

“After this, I’m gonna fuck you while I drive the four-wheeler,” he muses, and then thrusts inside me.

I would have cried out if not for the tightening of his hand on my throat. It cuts off all sound. I forget for a moment that I’m supposed to hang onto the handle bars and bring my arms down to grab at him. He immediately pulls out and flips me, bending me over the four-wheeler before brutally slamming inside me.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he groans. “The mountains in the background, your ass in the air.”

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