Page 25 of Red's Revenge

I might as well live up to the reputation he’s giving me. Ruined his sex life? HA!

“Good. The women of this town deserve better than a grumpy ass cowboy with no personality.” His head pops up, and his eyes narrow at me.

“I do believe you said I had a seriously fine ass last night.” Did I?

It sounds like something drunk me would say. Fucking hell, what else did I do or say?

“That doesn’t count. I was drunk.” His face lights up as if I just confirmed something he needed to hear.

“Use that excuse a lot, do you?” I flop back in the bed and throw the covers over my head.

I can’t look at him and think straight in my current state. And for fuck’s sake, I need to put on some clothes.

“Why are you such an asshole?” I mumble in my hiding place.

“Why are we still talking about asses when I could be fucking yours?” Said body part clinches up tight.

But if out of fear of the unknown or want is a fucking toss-up. I need this man out of my room before I do something unforgivable.

“Christ, is that all you think about?” I slowly move the sheet down to look and find him standing at the foot of my bed, staring at my body through the sheets.

The sheer fucking sheets!

“No, I think about your lips, tits and cunt just as much. Mostly I dream of ways of shutting you up long enough to fuck you into submission.” As he names off my body parts, his eyes move to them, and when they land on my pelvis, my core wakes the fuck up, and I have to resist the urge to cross my legs.

“That’ll never happen.” It’s an automatic response to the alpha-hole he puts out.

“Which part?” Good fucking question.

I go for the safe answer.

“Me submitting to you.” It is just not in my nature.

I’m too much of a fighter.

“Ah, but the fucking is on the table. Good. I was starting to lose hope that my balls would ever be any other color than blue.” He disappears into my bathroom, and I sit up so I can keep my eyes on him.

Whether it’s because I don’t trust him, or I miss the view is a toss-up that I’ll figure out at a later date.

“Can you please be serious!” I call after him.

When he returns, he’s holding my bathrobe.

“I’m always serious when it comes to my balls. Prostate health is no laughing matter. You are quite literally causing myhealth issues.” I snatch the white terry cloth fabric and spin my finger in the air to indicate he should turn around.

“Really? I think I’ve seen everything.” His smirk is only marred by the swipe of his tongue that I want to have all over my body.

“I need a drink,” I sigh as he finally turns, and I quickly put on the robe.

“What you need is food. Come on. I’m going to feed you a proper country breakfast.” He glances over his shoulder, and I can’t help but grin at the disappointment in his eyes when I’m completely covered.

“Let me guess. Your cum straight from your cock.” I stop cold at my own words.

Why am I flirting back? Guilt makes my stomach ache as I think of Ryan.

“Dammit, woman, I’ve been trying to be a gentleman, but if you keep talking nasty to me, I’ll just have to dick you down right here and right fucking now.” I shiver at his words.

“Me nasty? That’s rich. No thanks, I’ll stick with a regular breakfast, and there better be some fried meat involved.” He pulls on the tie of the robe, and I stumble into his chest.

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