Page 26 of Brutal Heir

Ranch Manager.This time, when I see it’s Ezequiel, I don’t have that sense of foreboding. No, this time it’s anticipation of what he wants. I press my index finger to the screen to open up the message.

Send me the video.

The throbbing starts between my legs. The video is what started it all. The image flashes in my mind—his hand going into my top. How he circled my nipples. How he tugged and played until I was a hot mess.

The dots appear on the left-hand side. He’s writing a message. Likely because he’s seen I read what he sent. I bite my lip, waiting to see what he’s going to say.

Send me the video. The message pops up, same as before.

I glance around at the mesquites and brush. A truck goes by fast enough it shakes the cab.

No.

I type the two letters, but I hesitate, biting my lip. He’s in the video, too, so technically he’d have every right to it. But that’s not a situation I want to get myself into.

I press the button, sending the message, then bite down harder.

I can picture his face. Mainly, the way his mustache will shift as his lip quirks in annoyance because he’s not getting his way. That’s too bad. This time, I feel no remorse in thinking that.

The three dots dance around on the screen again. Anticipation builds inside me, then the dots stop.What happened? A call comes in, interrupting the message. Frustration takes hold of me for a split second, then I see the name flashing across the screen.Ranch Manager.Ezequiel.

My heartbeat thunders as the throbbing between my legs increases. I hit the button, answering the call.

“I didn’t get to taste you.”

Oh Lord.

My body showers me with moisture. It’s not just what he said, but how he said it. I’ve never heard that tone in his voice before. It does something to me I can’t quite explain.

As for tasting me, I’m not sure what exactly he means. We didn’t kiss, and, although he played with my breasts, he only used his hands. Then he moved south.Whew. I don’t know if I’d be able to deal with much more than what we did. As it was, the orgasm he gave me blasted me into the stratosphere.

I wet my lips before I can say a word. “I didn’t get to taste you either.”

The growl, such a feral sound coming from the likes of him, seems fitting. Goosebumps run down my arms and over my chest, going everywhere he touched me not so long ago.

“Woman, you sure aren’t making this easy.”

Seems fitting that for once he’s the one having a hard time instead of me. Not that the state of my panties would confirm that.

“How is the video of what we did going to help you with not tasting me,” I tease.

“At least I’d have something to remind me of what I missed out on.”

Missed out on? How could he even think that? What could he possibly do? The guy banged me so hard he cleared my sinuses.

“Send me the video,” he says again.

I’m so tempted. I know what it’s like to have someone take over your imagination. To have them be everything for you. Isthat what he’s looking for also? If so, how can that be me?

“I can’t,” I whisper into the phone. I couldn’t deal with having that video fall into the wrong hands. Having everyone see what I let him, a man who doesn’t like me, do to me, to my body.

“Why not?”

“I deleted it.” My hips shift as I feel the dull ache of having had him inside me.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to,” I counter.

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