Page 95 of Live for Me

“I—” I sucked in a gulp of air, my hands trying to find something to grip. “I forgot how b-big you are.”

“Oh, I plan on spending the rest of my days reminding you of all the ways I can wreck your pussy,” he vowed as he pulled out.

Before I could question him, he slammed back into me, pinning my lower half to the table. I cried out, my hands finding the edges to hold on to as he released my hair, his hand going to the back of my neck, forcing me down. Once my cheek was against the cool wood, he held me there. “Stay down,” he ordered, pulling out and thrusting back in, the wet sounds of us filling the bunkhouse. “Stay down and just take my cock.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my eyes rolling back as he set a brutal pace, the buckle of his belt jingling with each powerful thrust.

“Can’t believe I have to bend you over in the damn bunkhouse and fuck some sense into you,” he clipped, both of his hands pinning my hips to the table now, his cock slamming into me over and over again. I cried out, tears filling my eyes from the pleasure zipping through my body. “You honestly think you can question the kind of man I am, the kind of cowboy I am?”

“B-Beau,” I rasped, begging for mercy.

“You think you don’t fucking know me, baby?” His right hand was gone then, and a not even a second later, it landed on my ass in a powerful smack. “You’re the only person on this planet who truly knows me.”

My clit hummed, throbbing and swollen as he continued to fuck me savagely.

“I don’t take lives for fucking pleasure,” he clipped, his breathing harsh and quick now.

Smack.

“Your cowboy may be a monster, but not that kind.”

Smack.

“Pisses me off you’d even think that.”

Smack.

It was too much. “Beau! Please!” I moaned, wishing I could meet his thrusts and fuck him back.

“No.”Smack.“You don’t get what you want when you question my fucking honor, and you sure as fuck don’t get what you want after leaving me.”

Suddenly, his fist was in my hair again, and he was yanking me up against him. I felt his lips against my ear then, his hot breath coating my skin. His other arm came around my front, banding around my chest. My hands snapped up to his forearm, needing to feel him—to touch him.

“You left me,” he said gruffly, burying himself to the hilt. I felt his cock swell inside me, and I clenched around him, savoring the sound he made in my ear.

He pulled out slowly. “You fucking left me, baby. Shattered me.”

“Yes,” I confessed, my voice cracking as he slammed back inside me, stretching me all over again. He yanked my head all the way back, bending my body like it was his to use so his eyes could meet mine.

“You left me to save my fucking life.”

His words hung in the air around us as we stared at each other, connected.

Together.

One.

Whole.

Complete.

“You left me to save my damn life, and I nearly took it because it was too much to bear,” he murmured.

Suddenly, he released me and pulled out. I whirled around to find him taking a step back.

“W-what?” I stammered, my heart halting. “You w—what?”

His face was pained as he stared at me, but even the shadow of his hat couldn’t hide the regret swimming in his eyes. “Tell me you love me, Abbie.”

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