Page 76 of Untamed

What started as a promising morning is quickly turning to shit. My mood sours, my nerves on edge. They might not have proof, but I know how protective Lincoln is of Mila. If he catches wind of anything, he’ll have no hesitation getting rid of me. I can’t afford that, not when I have this opportunity in my grasp.

I just hope Mila understands, when I no doubt break both our hearts.

My fingers gently thrum the guitar, the chords slow and deliberate as I play an acoustic version of Chris Stapleton’sTennessee Whiskey.The soft melody fills the small loft as I wait for Mila. We’d planned to meet here before my run in with Garrett and Brandon. There’re things I need to talk to her about—her father’s offer, and what that drunk asshole said. She needs to understand what’s coming next and what it means for us.

The logistics of our relationship are complicated and though I’m willing to fight for us, we need to be realistic. She’s youngand about to head off to school. The rational part of me knows that I should let her go, let her experience this part of her life without a thirty-year-old fuck up tagging along. But the selfish part of me wants her no matter what.

The irony doesn’t escape me. After all, I was the one who said it could be nothing more than casual sex, but things have changed. I’ve done a complete 180 in my feelings for her. I want to try and make this work.

The door opens and my fingers freeze on the strings. Mila steps inside looking like an absolute angel in her little denim shorts, tan cowboy boots and hat. My chest tightens, as my body reacts to her presence. In that moment I know, no matter where life takes us, I’ll never let her go. Mila Becker will always be mine. No woman has ever stirred me like this, and I know no one ever will. My heart races at the realization, trying to reject the feeling bubbling up inside me. One word. Four letters. I feel it, but the place where my demons lived wouldn’t allow me this piece of happiness. I wanted everything to be okay. As I stared at her, I closed the doors on all of the pain, the darkness, the anger. Mila was my light, my sunshine. I wanted her with every inch of my aching body. I wanted her to drag me into the light with her and keep me there. I could only hope that she would stay there, and I didn’t end up dragging her into the dark with me.

She closes the door behind her, pulling me from my racing thoughts, and when she turns to face me her smile lights up the room, melting away the chaos in my mind. With a few short steps she’s right in front of me. I set the guitar down and rise to my feet, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into me. My lips find hers, soft and sweet and fuck, she tastes like heaven. I groan, my tongue tracing along the seam of her lips, tasting her once before pulling back.

Mila stares up at me, dazed, her eyes dark with desire. My body responds instantly, cock hardening, straining against thezipper of my jeans, begging me to be buried deep inside her. I need her.

Taking her hand, I tug her toward the bed and lay her down gently. Her eyes search mine, concern knitting her brows as she cups my face.

“What’s wrong? You seem…on edge,” she murmurs, chewing on that full bottom lip of hers.

“I need you,” I rasp, urgency threading through my voice as I strip out of my clothes.

“You have me,” Mila responds, lifting her hips to slide her shorts and panties down her legs. They catch on her boots, and I reach out, stopping her.

“I want you to ride me with your boots and hat on. Everything else comes off.”

Her eyes darken with arousal, and she nods eagerly. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she strips out of her clothes leaving only the tan hat and boots. I stare down at her. Christ, she’s never looked sexier.

I climb on the bed, settling against the headboard. My hands find her hips, lifting her with ease, positioning her so she straddles my lap. My cock strains between us, hard and desperate for her touch

With our gazes locked, I reach forward, running a hand through her cunt, and groaning at how wet I find her. “Always so wet for me, Sunshine,” I murmur, pushing a finger inside her.

Mila whimpers, rolling her hips as I slowly tease her. “Colter.”

I grip my cock with my free hand, jerking myself off with slow, deliberate strokes, as I push another finger into her pussy. Mila falls forward, a gasp falling from her lips as they connect with mine. I kiss her, hard, dipping my tongue into her mouth and tasting her.

My stomach tightens along with my balls. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come before I am ready. I break the kiss, pulling my fingers from her. “You’re ready to take me, Sunshine. Now put me inside you.”

Without hesitation, she pushes up on her knees, wrapping a hand around my cock and lining me up with her entrance. Gazes never wavering from one another, she sinks down onto me slowly, taking me inch by inch as I stretch her open. Her eyes roll shut, as a shudder vibrates her body.

“Eyes on me,” I grate out, and her eyes snap open. My jaw tightens and I grip her hips as the feel of being inside her consumes me. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, you’re dripping down my balls and making a mess of yourself.”

A moan slips from her mouth when I’m fully seated inside her, and I drop my head, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. She shivers, her fingers threading through my hair. “You feel so good,” she mumbles, rolling her hips slowly.

I release her nipple, and move to the other one, sucking it into my mouth and tonguing it gently. Mila rides me slow, deliberate, teasing me with every roll of her hips. It’s not enough. I tear my mouth from her breast, my voice a low growl when I speak. “Quit playing around, Sunshine. Ride me harder.”

She chuckles, a wide smile curving her lips as she whispers softly. “So impatient, cowboy.”

I pin her with a look. “When you look like this, naked, with just your hat and boots on, yeah, I am. Now ride me. And don’t stop until your cunt is filled with my cum.” Her breath hitches at my words, her arousal soaking my cock. I smirk. Mila loves my dirty mouth. I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “You love my filthy words don’t you, Sunshine?” My voice is low, teasing. “You don’t have to answer. I already know it’s true. Not only is your desire leaking all over me, but your pussy grips me even tighter when I talk to you like that…”

“I do,” she confirms breathlessly.

My smirk widens and I grip her hips, helping her move faster. “Then show me just how much you like it. Come on my cock, Sunshine.”

Mila braces her hands on my shoulders, working herself on me faster. With every swivel, I feel like I could explode inside her. Sex is always good with Mila, but this feels different, more intense somehow.

I reach down, circling her clit with a finger as I thrust up inside her. She cries out, grinding into me. “Oh God.”

“Come on, Sunshine, soak my dick. Show me who this pussy belongs to,” I grate out, my balls pulling up, ready to finish.

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