Page 120 of Live for Me

“Yes.”

“Say it, Abbie,” he ordered, his cock still pumping in and out of me.

“I—I’m your good little slut,” I panted.

His eyes flashed, the flame within them utterly consuming me now. “Prove it,” he challenged.

I wasgone.

My second climax hit me, and my walls fluttered around his length. My cry for mercy was cut off by his hand. For the next few minutes, Beau fucked me into the dirt and made me see God.When he finally came, he moaned my name and told me he loved me.

After, he pulled off his shirt and put it on me before carrying back to the cabin as one thought come to the front of my mind.

I didn’t want to leave Hallow Ranch.

The Next Day. Hayden, CO.

She was back in the one place the man never wanted her to return to, and despite his best efforts, he’d failed to keep her away from this place, away from Hallow Ranch and away from the cowboy. Sighing, he leaned back further in the driver’s seat, his hand tight at the top of the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on her.

God, she was something.

Abbie was his beautiful storyteller. The man thought about the binder in his bedroom, his collection of her articles, photos of her he’d taken over the years, all the beautiful memories he created for her.

He didn’t understand why she wasn’t grateful. He didn’t understand why she just couldn’t see everything he’d done over the last few years had been for her. It was all for her.

The man pressed his tongue to the top of his mouth, reminding himself to keep his anger in check.

Was he pissed at her? Absolutely, but she would learn her lesson soon enough.

Abbie had her arm linked with a red-headed woman, and there was another brunette on the other side of her. The man knew these women belonged to the Langston Brothers, and because of this, he knew he had to move quickly. The last thing he fucking needed was the Langstons hunting him down. He hated that family so much already.

“Take a breath,” the man mumbled to himself. “It’s all going to be over soon.”

One of his cells began ringing, and he muttered a curse, reaching for it so he didn’t miss a second of Abbie’s beauty. He put it to his ear.

“The job is done,” his team member said.

“Thank God for that,” the man replied, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We’re going to complete the transfer and then head back if that’s alright with you, sir.”

“Fine. Just remember to file the paperwork. Did you inform—”

“—everything is done. The owners have been notified.”

“Excellent,” the man replied, a small sense of relief hitting him.

“Is there anything else you need from us, sir?”

“No, that should do it. I’m going to have lunch with the missus, and I’ll see you on Monday.” The man ended the call with a smile on his face.

Lunch with the missus.

God, how wonderful that tasted on his tongue.

And soon, it would be the truth.

The man popped open the door to his car and folded out. Then, with a practiced smile to the locals, he headed across the street to the diner. The bell above the door jingled, and a few of the waitressed greeted him, but he wasn’t here for small talk. He was here for Abbie, and he spotted her sitting in a booth—alone. Her head was bent, her eyes studying the menu, and the man wanted to laugh.

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