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Mila looks down, her face screwed up in horror. “Oh my God. I…” her voice falters before she collects herself. “Let me get cleaned up.” She tries to scramble away from me, but I keep her pinned to the bed.

“No. I like seeing it. Knowing that I’m responsible for the mess between your thighs... it does things to me.” I look down at my hardening cock, as if to prove my point. Mila, blushes,inhaling a shaky breath as desire sparks in her eyes. I won’t fuck her again though, at least not right now when she’ll be sore.

I run my finger through our mixed fluids, and up to her hole, pushing it back inside, where it belongs.

A primal, possessive need pumps through my veins, as a voice in my head chants one thing.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Chapter Thirty-One

MILA

It has been two days since the night in the loft. Two days since I laid all my cards on the table. Two days since Colter took my virginity. And two days of secretive smiles and sunflowers outside Clover’s stall.

I want to go to Colter. Kiss him. Run my hands all over his muscular body and show everyone at Oakridge that Colter Grady is mine… but I can’t. Not if I want to keep seeing him throw bales, ride horses and wrangle cattle over the summer.

If my father ever finds out about us, Colter would be fired before I could even blink. And as much as I want to claim him, show Mona and all the other women that throw themselves at him that he belongs to me, Colter keeping his job here is more important.

“Who are you looking at?” A deep masculine voice breaks me from my thoughts.

My head snaps up to find Brandon watching me closely. I swallow hard, wondering how much of my staring he’s seen. When his sharp gaze shifts from me to Colter, panic flares inside me. Fuck. He definitely saw something.

I shrug, going for nonchalance when I speak. “No one. I was lost in thought.” His eyes narrow, and the only way to draw allof his attention to me is if I act the damsel in distress. Brandon can’t resist being the hero. I force tears to my eyes, my lip wobbling. It does what I knew it would. Brandon’s full focus is on me.

His bravado falls and he clamps his hands down on my shoulders, dipping his head as he searches my face. “Mila. What’s wrong? Did someone say something to you?” The worry in his voice sends a slither of guilt through me.

Shaking my head, I blurt the first thing that comes to mind. “No. It’s nothing really. I just got into another argument with Dad about school.” It’s technically not a lie; it’s just not a dispute that happened today. I just need his focus away from Colter, and if I have to make up a story to do that, then so be it.

Brandon blows out a harsh breath. I keep my watery gaze on him, and just as he opens his mouth to respond, a growl rumbles behind me. My eyes widen, my breath catching in my throat as pure dread somersaults in my stomach. Taking a deep breath, I look over my shoulder, my eyes finding Colter.

Colter whose angry green gaze is locked on the spot where Brandon’s hands still rest on my shoulders. Shit. I think I just made things worse. My pulse quickens as I try to gather my thoughts, my mind racing with ways to diffuse the situation.

Shifting my gaze and a forced smile back to Brandon, my face falls. He is no longer looking at me, his suspicious gaze focused on Colter and I see the shift in his expression. The challenge sparking in his gaze. And with the palpable angry tension blanketing the air, suffocating me as it crawls up my spine, I know Colter is fixing for a fight.

This is not good.

Colter needs to keep his damn cool before he gives us away.

“Problem, Grady?” Brandon’s voice is filled with amusement, but the underlying goading is clear, turning my blood to ice in my veins. He wants Colter to react and react Colter does.

A shadow falls over me, and I freeze, my heart pounding so hard in my chest my body vibrates.

“You.” Colter finally speaks, his voice low, threatening, and dripping with barely contained fury. “You’re the fucking problem, Brandon.”

Snapping out of my daze, I turn to face Colter, a chill sweeping through my body at his expression. Colter is always so controlled, and yet he looks like he is about to snap at any second. Oh God, no. I can’t allow that to happen.

I shrug Brandon off before I turn to face him, my voice pleading when I speak. “Just go, Brandon.”

His gaze sharpens on me for a brief moment before focusing back on Colter. Ignoring me, he pushes past me, getting in Colter’s face, as a snarl curls his lips. “And why’s that, huh?” he flicks his gaze to me, a cruel but knowing smirk twisting his lips. “Could Mila be the reason you’ve got a problem with me? Hmm?” Though he asks it as a question, it’s definitely not one. Nausea churns in my stomach when Brandon laughs, humorlessly, as he shakes his head. “Nah, that can’t be right. You wouldn’t risk your job for a piece of pussy, would you, Grady. Not when no one else in this town will employ you.”

Colter’s jaw tightens and he steps closer to Brandon. They are chest to chest now, rage emanating from them both. Colter has the advantage in both height and muscle, and yet, Brandon doesn’t back down, his gaze never wavering. The tension is thick, and I feel eyes on us, watching the showdown between the two men.

It snaps me into action, and I push between them, breaking them apart. “Stop. Just stop,” I demand, glaring at them.

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