Page 27 of Untamed

“I wanted it to happen,” I whisper, my cheeks heating in embarrassment.

Colter glares at me, shaking his head, a look of frustration crossing his features. “Yes, because you have nothing to lose. I.Do.” He growls, his tone thick with anger as he enunciates each word. “Fuck. I must have lost my damn mind for a minute. I don’t know what I was thinking. Just go, Mila. Leave,” he barks, the finality in his words making my heart pound.

Anger flares inside me and I jump off the couch ready to argue with him. But then a noise gets my attention. The sound of laughter and loud voices outside. My head snaps to the door, and my stomach drops as my eyes widen in panic. In my Colter induced trance, I must have lost sense of time. I’ve been reckless, stupid, coming down here when everyone, including my father, are up at the main house. No way can they catch me here, alone with Colter.

My eyes dart around the space, desperately trying to find an escape route, but I don’t find anything apart from the front door that will get me caught. The voices grow louder, and I hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps pounding the gravel. I have probably a minute to get out of here. But there’s no way out. There’s…

Panic engulfs me, and I freeze, my body paralyzed with fear of my father finding out and Colter losing his job. I’ve been so fucking stupid. So selfish. All because I wanted something I couldn’t have.

It’s only when Colter jumps into action, his voice urgent, that I snap back to reality, “Bathroom. There’s a window. Quick.”

Grabbing my arm, he drags me toward the bathroom, pulling me inside. He locks the door behind him, then rushes over to the small window in the corner.

My heart beats erratically in my chest, but I know I need to put my fear aside right now. Because at this moment, I don’t matter. Colter does. And he has more to lose than me. Colter grabs the bottom of the window, shoving it up in one quick move. Turning to me, he grips my waist, lifting me up to the opening and pushing my legs through first. I brace myselfagainst the sill, wiggling my body through the small space. The drop isn’t far, being only one level, but it would still hurt if you landed wrong.

My hands dart out, fingers gripping the frame and pulling myself through. It’s a tight fit but fortunately for me, I’m small. Just as I’m about to pull myself the rest of the way through, I glance behind me.

The look on Colter’s face has my stomach twisting with guilt and shame. The weight of what I just did hits me and I feel the sting of putting him in this position.

“I'm sorry,” I whisper, the words slipping past the lump in my throat.

His eyes narrow, his jaw tightening, and for a moment I don’t think he will respond. But then, with regret thick in his voice, he murmurs.

“So am I.”

Chapter Twenty

COLTER

A loud crash outside the bathroom jars me from Mila disappearing out the window, confirming that the other guys are inside the bunkhouse. A mix of relief and irritation surges in my veins. I exhale a weary breath, dragging a hand across my stubble. Fuck. That was a close call. Had they arrived a couple of minutes earlier, they’d have witnessed the boss’s daughter falling apart against me.

The image of Mila coming has imprinted itself on my brain. Her soft gasps, the way her mouth parted in awe, the lust in her unique eyes. My cock thickens, pressing firmly against the confines of my sweatpants, throbbing and begging for a release it won’t have. It would be so easy, too easy. All I’d have to do is push my waistband down, wrap my hand around my dick, and fuck my fist until I found the release I so desperately crave. But the voices outside the bathroom door stop me. I grit my teeth, willing my cock to deflate, but it’s no use. I’m so worked up, my control has snapped and my body is raw with the aftermath of having Mila so close. Damn her. Damn Mila for making me feel this way and fuck those guys for interrupting me.

The overhead light flickers, and I turn to catch sight of myself in the mirror. My reflection stares back at me and I hardlyrecognize myself. Wild eyes. Disheveled hair. My jaw clenched so tight and filled with tension. My body is coiled harshly, a rubber band ready to snap at any moment. And though I wish there were another way, I know it’s only a matter of time before I break.

Though I don’t think I would’ve taken it further than I already did, the thoughts running through my mind as she ground her pussy against me were anything but pure. I wanted to lay her down, watch the awe and lust in her eyes, her mouth part in shock as I sank inside her. The mere thought makes my dick twitch with excitement, liking that idea. Jesus fucking Christ, I must be a masochist. Because, as much as I want things to be different, as much as her body pressed against mine felt like heaven, it can’t happen again. Itwon’thappen again.

Mila shocked me tonight. I might have initiated the kiss, but she was ready and willing. The lust in those blue-gray eyes was a living breathing thing, pulling me under and making me lose my damn mind. The way she rolled her hips, the feel of her hot cunt pressed against me. And the smell of her arousal… Fuck. It awakened something inside me. Something, I’ve kept buried for a long time. Something primal, animalistic. But it wasn’t just the raw need she sparked in me. It was her. I wanted her with a need so strong, it threatened every ounce of my carefully constructed control. It took every ounce of strength to not take what she was so willing to give me. To fuck her right there pinned against the door like some cheap whore. I can’t even bring myself to feel bad about it. Resisting a woman like Mila Becker would threaten the patience of a fucking saint.

She is fucking beautiful. There’s an ethereal presence that would tempt the holiest of man to stray. Though I doubt Lincoln Becker would be happy about what transpired, he should at least thank me for not taking it further. Fuck. Her father. The one man to offer me a chance and the reason I need to stay away. Ican’t allow myself to be lured in by Mila again. No matter how much my baser instincts tell me otherwise.

“Hey Grady, you in there?” One of the guys’ voices booms through the wooden door, snapping me from my thoughts.

With one last glance at the now closed window that Mila just slipped out of, I stride to the door and pull it open. Tex stands there, a goofy smile on his weathered face and his eyes glassy, no doubt from drinking.

“What’s up?” I grumble.

“Nothing. Just gotta take a leak.” He flashes me a lopsided grin, brushing past me.

I shake my head, stepping outside to give him some space. My mood improves slightly when I find it’s just the guys—all except Garrett—I live with hanging around, and they haven’t brought anyone else back to party.

“Garrett hooked up with one of the girls from the band. He’s gone back to her place.” Rory tells me like I need a damn explanation for his whereabouts.

“Didn’t ask,” I grunt.

Rory laughs, unbothered by the bite in my tone. “I know you didn’t. But I also know you were wondering why the party didn’t end up here. That’s why. Garrett is the one that likes to party. Don’t get me wrong, we all like to let off some steam now and again but not like Garrett.”

Austin and Leroy grunt their agreement from their position on the couch.

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