Page 61 of Untamed

“You’re all over reacting,” Mila mutters as she settles in the saddle.

“Maybe. But you’re no use to us like this, sis. Just do as you’re told and go back,” Maverick replies, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“You’ll be three people down,” she protests.

Maverick shrugs. “We’ll manage. If we don’t get it finished today, we can always head back out another time. The fencing needs doing but it’s not urgent. I just wanted to get a head start before summer ends.” Mila sighs, her gaze shifting as Skylar approaches, leading Clover. “I’m trusting you to take of her, Grady.” Mavericks sharp gaze is narrowed on me, a silentwarning. He doesn’t need to worry though. I’d die before I let anything happen to her.

“I’d be more worried about him taking care of her a littletoowell.” Brandon snarks under his breath.

But I hear it. So does Maverick.

We both turn to him, me glowering, while Maverick frowns in confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Maverick demands.

Brandon shakes his head, his gaze flickering to me, before shifting back to his friend. “Nothing,” he mutters.

Maverick’s eyes narrow in suspicion. He studies Brandon’s face for a long moment, searching for something—what, I’m not sure. But whatever he sees makes him sigh. Turning back to us, his eyes, a mirror image of Mila’s, soften as he takes in his sister. “Call me when you get back. Let me know you’re safe, ok?”

Mila smiles but I can tell it’s forced. The tension in her body tells me Brandon’s words have unsettled her. “I will. Now go. Get done what you can.”

Maverick nods, climbing back on his horse before leading the group away. Finally, I turn to Mila, and a soft grin curves her lips. Her mouth parts but before she can speak, Skylar cuts in with a grumble. “Come on, Colter. Let’s get going,” she shoots me an impatient look over her shoulder and, just like that, the moment slips away.

Shaking my head, I lift my leg, putting my foot in the stirrup so I can hoist myself up. It’s not going to be the easiest position to ride in, considering Mila and I only have one seat, but I’ll make it work. She will just have to sit on my lap, which is fine by me. It’s where she belongs anyway.

“Come on cowboy, get in the saddle,” she whispers, a teasing lilt to her tone.

A slow smirk tugs at my lips. “Lean forward. You’re gonna have to sit in my lap.”

Her cheeks flush a soft rosy pink, but it’s the way her eyes darken with unmistakable lust that has my pulse racing. That delicate spot on her neck, the one I love so damn much, throbs, making my cock hard. I shift in my jeans, biting back a curse.

Christ. If we’re careful and discreet, we can have some fun in this situation…

Why the fuck did Maverick insist on Skylar leading Clover back? I could’ve done it, but no, we’ve got ourselves a fucking babysitter. Shoving the thought aside, I swing up into the saddle, adjusting my position before gripping Mila by the hips and pulling her down in my lap. The moment her ass meets my hard cock, she stiffens. Her head snaps over her shoulder as she shoots me a glare.

“You’re hard,” she hisses accusingly.

Smirking, I lean in, my lips meeting her ear. “I am. It’s what you do to me. Now did your hands get injured in that fall, or can you be a good girl and take care of it?”

Her breath catches, her eyes flying forward to where Skylar has already started down the trail toward the ranch. I squeeze Jasper’s sides, urging him into a slow pace behind her. Mila’s fingers tighten over mine on the reins.

“What do you mean?” she murmurs, though the hitch in her voice tells me she already knows.

I chuckle, my breath warm against her ear. “I mean exactly what you think I mean.” My voice drops, thick with arousal. “You could reach back, undo my button, pull down my zipper, release my cock.” The thought alone has me straining against my jeans, my length turning to steel, “You could play with me, while I slip my hand down your pants, fingering your tight pussy until we both come…” I trail off, before adding. “Of course, that all depends on your injuries.”

“I’m okay,” she rushes out, a little too fast. “Sure, I was winded when I first fell, and I’ll probably be sore and bruised tomorrow, but like I told my brother, I’m fine. He overreacted.”

“Are you sure my girl isn’t just saying this because she’s desperate to have my fingers in her cunt?” I growl.

Mila shakes her head. “No. I mean, I want that, but I’m genuinely okay.”

A slow grin curves my lips. “Good girl,” I drawl. “Now reach back and pull me out.”

She inhales sharply, and even without looking, I know she’s chewing her lip. Debating. Hesitating. And no doubt watching Skylar to see what the chances are of getting caught. But our so-called chaperone is too focused on the trail ahead to give a damn about what we’re doing back here.

Tentatively, Mila reaches back with both hands, keeping her head facing forward. Her fingers tremble as she fumbles with my belt buckle, struggling to undo it blindly. I appreciate her effort, but it’s taking too long. Leaning in, I murmur. “Grab the reins.”

She does as I ask, taking the reins from my hands. I reach down, making quick work of unbuckling my belt, and pushing the button of my jeans through the hole, to make it a little easier for her. Once done, I reclaim the reins with one hand while the other settles on her hip. “Now baby, all you have to do is unzip me and pull me out of my boxers. I’m so fucking hard for you.” I groan; my voice thick with my need for her as I grind into her, proving my point.

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