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I grind down on him harder, circling my hips and sliding up and down his length. Pure liquid heat seeps out of me with every movement, dripping down his dick. I am so wet, the squelching sounds with every move should embarrass me. But the way Colter turns even more feral with every thrust tells me he likes it.

“Oh, God,” I cry out, pushing down on him, and he hits a spot that has me seeing stars.

“Yeah, Sunshine, you’re gonna come on my cock and I’m gonna paint your cunt,” he growls, taking control and bouncing me up and down on his length. My fingernails dig into his skin as pleasure takes over. I chant his name like a prayer, begging for what I don’t know. “That’s it, soak my cock. Come for me, Mila. Scream my name and show me who you belong to.”

My toes curl, thighs shake, and then it hits me.

My orgasm rolls through me like a freight train, my brain short circuiting as it explodes in every part of my body.

“Colter,” I whimper, my pussy clenching around him like a vise.

It spurs on his own release. In the next second Colter’s body tenses, his cock pulsing as he empties inside me.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses out, his grip on me tightening to the point of pain.

Slumping forward, I glance at where my nails have dug into his thighs, noticing the traces of blood where I’ve pierced his skin.

My eyes widen in horror, and I quickly push myself into a sitting position, glancing over my shoulder at him.

“I’m sorry. I made you bleed,” I whisper apologetically.

Colter smirks, reaching up and gripping my jaw. “Then we’re even, Sunshine. Because I made you bleed first.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

COLTER

Chewing my toothpick, I glare out at the herd of cattle, watching with a mix of amusement and frustration as Brandon, Leroy and Garrett try, and fail, to get them through the small opening in the fence.

Fucking idiots, all of them.

This morning, I woke up with a smile on my face and Mila’s orgasm still on my dick. I was happy. Genuinely happy. After an early shower where I begrudgingly washed Mila from my body, I went outside and picked a sunflower to leave outside Clover’s stall. Then I set to a day of work, with a spring in my step and the memory of Mila to keep me going until I could have her in my arms again. And I thought it would be enough.

Until now.

Until I watch the painfully slow shit show unfold before my eyes. Do they even know how to do their job?

Clearly not.

Sighing, I nudge Blaze in the ribs, urging him forward, just wanting to get this over with already.

“Where ya going?” Tammy calls out from behind me.

“To help those assholes,” I throw over my shoulder. “Don’t let any get past.”

Between her and Bryce, they should be able to handle the steers trying to make an escape. About a dozen of them managed to break through into a pasture that’s recently been fertilized to help the grass grow. It’s a hazard for the animals but a necessity for the land to cultivate the pasture and keep year-round grazing. Riding in closer, I stop beside Garrett before hopping off Blaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Brandon’s voice cuts through the air, his tone dripping with venom.

“Well clearly you three are struggling, so I’m fucking helping,” I drawl, my tone condescending. “So we can get back before nightfall.”

“You think you’re so fucking big and clever don’t you, Grady? Soon you will fall. Mark my words,” he growls out, trying to sound threatening, but I laugh under my breath. I’ve heard small kids sound more menacing than him.

Ignoring him, I saunter to the fence. The cows spook at my arrival, but I don’t pay them any mind. “The opening is too small. We need to widen the fence or filter them through one by one.” I tell them, frowning at the fact that they hadn’t figured out the obvious themselves.

“Alright, you heard the man. Leroy, help Colter pull out some fence posts.” Garrett barks orders, clearly not wanting to get his own hands dirty.

I shake my head, refocusing on the task at hand.

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