Page 8 of Untamed

She ignores my warning, her giggle grating against my last nerve as she winks. “Oh, a domineering alpha cowboy. My favorite.”

Gritting my teeth, I look away from her, the annoyance simmering beneath the surface. I get the feeling that even if I physically removed her, she still wouldn’t quit. Scanning the table, I catch all the guys smirking at me, clearly entertained. I shake my head, signaling with my hand for them to get back to the game.

“Fold,” Malcolm says.

“Me too,” Garrett adds.

“Me three.” Austin places his cards down.

“Me four,” Leroy sighs.

I glance at Tex and Wes. Tex grins, his eyes darting back and forth between us, his brows wiggling animatedly. Idiot.

“Ready to show your hand?” I ask.

Both nod, and Wes goes first, placing his cards face-up on the table to reveal a two pair. Tex follows, his cards slapping down with confidence, showing off a flush. He rubs his hands together like he’s already claimed the pile of money in the middle. Tex looks at me, brow raised, waiting for me to reveal my cards. I smirk, then slowly lay them down in front of him. His grin fades as chuckles break out around the table.

“Royal flush,” I drawl out coolly, as I reach forward and scoop up the pile of money in the center of the table.

Dulcie squeals beside me, clapping her hands as if she is my biggest cheerleader, and I just won a million bucks. “Well done, babe.”

I barely pay any attention to her, the sound of my chair scraping against the wooden floor interrupting her excitement. Standing, I shove the money into my sweatpants, the weight of it a stark reminder of the last couple of hours. I need out. This has been more than enough socializing for me. I can feel the walls closing in, the darkness stirring inside me, the pressure of being surrounded by these people, the noise. I need space away from all of them. Away from the suffocating confines of the place we live in.

I shove my feet into my boots then yank the door open, stepping out into the quiet, empty, yard. My boots crunch against the gravel as I make my way toward the barn. Grabbing the handle of the sliding door, I pull it open just enough for me to slip inside. But the sound of footsteps behind me tells me Dulcie’s followed. Annoyance snakes through me, but I shake it away. Maybe I can take my frustrations out on her—no gag reflex and all.

“Colter,” she calls out, her voice a flirty purr as she steps into the dim barn.

I sink onto a hay bale, leaning back, and squeezing my eyes shut. Even though I have no real interest in Dulcie, I know I need to take the edge off. The pressure inside of me is building, a powder keg waiting to explode. And if that happens, I might as well kiss this job goodbye. Maybe giving in to her will be exactly what I need.

“Colter?” her voice is closer now, as she sits down next to me.

I don’t bother to open my eyes as I bark out, “Get on your fucking knees and suck me until I come.”

I feel rather than see her shiver and from the smell of her arousal filling the air, I can tell this is exactly what she has beenwaiting for. “I knew you would be dominant,” Dulcie purrs, and I hear her eagerly dropping to her knees in front of me.

“Don’t talk. Take me out and wrap those lips around my cock. Don’t stop until you have sucked me dry.” My eyes snap open, narrowing as I dare her to argue. I know I’m being an asshole but what does she expect after throwing herself at me all night?

Smiling, her hands grip the waistband of my sweats, tugging at the fabric and struggling to get them down in her excited state. Lifting my hips slightly, I help her to shift them enough to release my dick. I didn’t bother putting any boxer briefs on, so my half hard cock bounces free, hitting my stomach.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she whimpers in awe, rubbing her thighs together.

“I said, no fucking talking. Get me hard and drain the cum from me.”

Her eyes twinkle with pure lust and without another word, she wraps her lips around me. I close my eyes, legs widening as I lean back against the bales, trying to push past the tension and enjoy this.

Before I can stop it, an image of Mila, the ranch princess, flashes in my mind unbidden. Her long blonde hair, those unique blue-grey eyes, her perfect nose and lips… My cock thickens and with a groan, I shove deeper into Dulcie’s mouth.

She moans, taking my balls into one hand and rubbing. It feels good, and to be fair to her, she wasn’t lying. She sucks cock like a fucking champ. But it is thoughts of Mila that bring me to the edge, teasing me with the promise of an orgasm.

Grabbing her hair, I lift my hips, thrusting harder into her warm, wet mouth. I don’t open my eyes, unwilling to see red when all I can picture is the sunshine colored silk ofherhair. The girl who’s off limits. I imagine it's Mila’s hair in my hands as I ram my cock down her throat. I picture her moans vibrating on my cock. I visualize her on her knees, tears streaming downher face as I fuck her mouth so hard, she can’t breathe. Her nails clawing at my thighs, begging me to ease up. But I wouldn’t. Not until her throat was filled with my cum.

The groan that leaves my mouth at the thought is loud, almost animalistic. My cock thickens, balls draw up and I explode down Dulcie’s throat, coming so hard my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Fuck,” I grunt, releasing Dulcie’s head and sinking back against the rough hay.

The sudden weight of Dulcie landing in my lap makes my eyes snap open.

“My turn,” she purrs, her short skirt riding up her thighs, revealing a wet blue thong.

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