Page 42 of Untamed

The day passed so slowly; I was beginning to think time had stood still.

When Mila returned from her ride, she joined us to help out with the cattle. Though she wore her usual smile and acknowledged me with a small wave, she didn’t seem her usualself. Something was wrong and it only seemed to sour my mood as the day went on.

I couldn’t help the self-doubt creeping in. Did Mila regret what happened between us? Ego told me no, but a bigger, less confident part of me, that remembered who I was, who Mila is, told me the worst had happened, and she’d changed her mind about us.

I was a bigger asshole than usual, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Brandon glared at me more than usual, his suspicious glances between me and Mila obvious, as he tried to piece together a puzzle he would never solve. Even Leroy pulled me aside, to ask what was going on. I didn’t tell him, of course. His sudden interest in my life felt more suffocating than usual, and I was about two seconds from punching my fist into his teeth just to shut him up.

Luckily for him, he caught the shift in my mood, shook his head and walked away.

Then there was Lincoln.

The boss was pissed with my poor performance in handling the calves. His scowls and curses aimed at me, would’ve been embarrassing had they not been warranted. I deserved every bit of his ire.

By the time Lincoln called it a day, I couldn’t have been more relieved.

I was done. So over the shit, I wanted nothing more than to wash it all away. Then I would find Mila and find out what the hell was going on.

If I were an insecure man, I would be questioning my pussy eating abilities, and whether she enjoyed it. But I know she enjoyed it. Mila came so fucking hard, so fast, my face was covered in her juices. I may not be sure of much, but I know I ate her cunt better than any man ever could.

Pulling on some sweats, a shirt and socks, I leave the bathroom. All the guys are getting ready for a night of poker and pussy, but I’m getting out of here before any of the women arrive. I’m not in the mood for desperation right now. I had enough of that with Mona.

“Where you off to?” Leroy asks, his voice full of curiosity.

My hackles rise. Why does he always have to shove his nose in my business?

“Nowhere that concerns you.” I grunt out, grabbing my guitar and shoving my boots on.

I don’t wait for a response. I’m out of the bunkhouse, my boots crunching the gravel as I cross the yard to the barn. I don’t have Mila’s cell number, so if she doesn’t come to the loft tonight then I will have to go find her. It’s reckless and dangerous, a last resort—but if she leaves me with no other choice, then I won’t hesitate.

This back and forth between us ends now. I know I played a huge part in being hot and cold, but after last night, I thought we’d moved forward.

I guess I was wrong.

My jaw tightens, my blood heating when I think about how I cuddled with Mila after her orgasm. Again, it’s not something I’ve ever done before, not even with Annabeth, but with Mila, I wanted to know that she was okay. I wanted to give her that comfort after she’d given me a piece of her no one else had touched.

As I approach the barn, I notice a sliver of light coming from inside. My heart pounds in my chest and I quickly slide the door open and step inside, sliding it shut behind me and locking out the rest of the world.

My gaze instinctively shifts to the loft upstairs, only for my head to snap to the stalls when I hear a soft voice.

Hersoft voice.

Placing my guitar down on the hay bales, I quietly move toward Clover’s stall, pausing when I see Mila inside, nuzzling into her horse’s neck.

“Why do things have to be so hard?” she whispers to the animal, even though she knows it has no way of talking back.

Felling like I’m intruding on something private, I stride to the door, wanting to make myself known. Mila’s head snaps up, her wide eyes landing on me. She sucks in a sharp breath, and my gaze drops to the erratic pulse in her neck, beating against her delicate skin.

“What’re you doing?” I ask.

Mila gasps, her cheeks turning pink. “O-Oh,” she stutters. “Nothing, I was just spending time with Clover.” She pushes a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

My eyes narrow, before a half smile tugs at one corner of my lips. “You were talking to him,” I state.

Mila stares at me, her own gaze narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. “So, I like talking to him.”

I chuckle, closing the distance between us. Gently, I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, “You’ve been avoiding me?”

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