Page 14 of Filthy and Fierce

I hold my hand out. “Give me the keys or I’ll get them myself.”

“I’ll give you my keys if you sleep in the house in your bedroom tonight. You can’t keep sleeping on that damn couch.”

I grunt. “I’ll never be able to sleep on that couch again. Hell, I look at it and I’m hard imagining you sprawled out on it.”

She stutters. “Well, then move back into the house. You’re being ridiculous.”

I raise my hand out, palm up. “Give me your keys.”

“Are you going to sleep in the house?”

“Yes.”

She reaches into her front pocket and slams the keys into my hand. I put her seatbelt on her, open her car door, toss the keys in, and then walk around to get into my truck. She’s glaring at me across the cab. “You’re just going to leave my car here with the keys in it?”

I huff. “Please, you’d be lucky if someone would steal it.”

“It’s a good car!” she shouts.

I type out a message on my phone. “I texted Carl. One of them will drive it home.”

She has her arms crossed over her chest, and the anger is practically oozing off her. She can be mad all she wants. “What were you thinking going to the bar?”

I don’t have to be looking at her to know she’s rolling her eyes at me. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m twenty-three, and I lost my virginity last night to a man that can barely look at me today. I wanted to go out and forget about everything.”

I grip the steering wheel. “Do you regret last night?”

I look over at her, and she opens her mouth but doesn’t answer. She snaps her mouth closed and looks out the window.

My heart is racing. It kills me to think she regrets last night.

We’re at the Allen Ranch, and I can’t stay quiet any longer. “Are you okay?”

She’s looking out the front window, so all I can see is her side profile. “I don’t know why you keep asking me that. I’m okay. People lose their virginity every day, Dixon.”

I don’t care about anyone else. I care about Faith, and it kills me to think she could be hurting and it’s my fault. I should have taken things slower. I should have been softer with her and not so rough. I shouldn’t have taken her three times last night. On top of that, her stubborn ass rode a horse half the day, so I know she’s hurting.

When we get to the house, I park, and she doesn’t want for me to come around to help her out. I know she doesn’t want to hear me give her a speech about how I should be opening her door, so I open the screen door and then the front door, standing back to let her in.

I follow behind her, and I can tell from her gait she’s hurting even though she’ll never admit it to me.

Quietly, we walk up the steps, and without a backwards glance, she walks into her bedroom and shuts the door behind her.

I should go to bed and get some rest, but I know I won’t be able to. I walk into the bathroom, find the healing ointment, and then without knocking, I walk into her bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

She’s shocked I’m in her bedroom, and I know I shouldn’t be in here about to do what I’m planning to do, but I’m here, and it’s happening.

“Take your pants off and lie down on the bed.”

She shakes her head. “Why? So you can apologize tomorrow for fucking me again? No thank you.”

I grit my teeth. “Let me take care of you, Faith.”

She cocks her hip out and stares at me with hatred coming from her eyes. “The only thing I want from you is for you to leave, Dixon.”

I stalk toward her, lean down, and whisper, “Don’t wake up your dad.”

As soon as she registers what I’m saying, I pick her up, carry her across the room, and lay her back on the bed. She’s glaring at me, but she goes quietly. I reach under her skirt, pull her panties down, and toss them to the floor. I push her knees apart, and her skirt slides up her thighs. I inspect her pussy, and she raises up on her elbows to look at me. “What are you doing?”

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