Page 77 of Untamed

Mila bounces on my dick, riding me like the good girl she is. Her thighs begin to shake, her cunt clenching around me and I know she’s about to fall over the edge. “Colter,” she gasps, as her orgasm begins to take hold.

Fuck,” I curse, working her clit in hard, fast circles. It does what I knew it would.

Mila hits her climax, her pussy tightening around me as she forces my own release. I thrust up into her, with slow, jerky, movements, stilling when the beginning of my orgasm hits. My grip tightens on her and I pull her into me, as I empty inside her, filling her with me.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, my breathing ragged as I soak in the afterglow of this moment.

Mila snuggles into my chest, her hot breath fanning across my heated skin. “I know.”

I run a hand through her hair, just holding her close as we come down from our high. It feels like hours before Mila finally pulls back to look at me, a smile on her flushed face. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

I sigh, not wanting to ruin this moment, but knowing I have to tell her. I watch her closely as I speak. “Your father offered me Garrett’s spot on the rodeo tour.”

Her eyes widen, and her mouth parts in shock. It takes her a few minutes to gather herself, and despite the smile she forces, I can tell it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Wow, that’s…” she trails off, shaking her head. “That’s amazing Colter. Its everything you’ve been working for.”

I nod, hyper aware that I’m still inside her, that the evidence of our shared pleasure is slipping between us. I open my mouth to say something, but before I can, she speaks again, shocking the shit out of me.

“I want to come with you.”

Chapter Forty-Seven

MILA

The words slip out before I can stop them.

“I want to come with you.”

Colter freezes, a flicker of annoyance flashing across his face before he tamps it down. That reaction alone tells me everything. I’ve said the wrong thing. My stomach twists and I press my lips together, swallowing back anything else that might spill out. God, I’m such an idiot. Of course he doesn’t want me to go. Once he’s back on the circuit, he’ll have buckle bunnies lining up for him, a sea of women ready to fall at his feet.

Suddenly, I’m painfully aware of how naked I am. Of the fact that Colter’s still inside me. A wave of discomfort washes over me, my skin prickling with the urge to escape, and I just want to get out of here. Clambering off his lap, I climb off the bed, ready to bolt. Colter moves quickly, and before I can get dressed and take off, his hand catches my wrist in a firm but gentle grip. My breath hitches, as I glance down at where he holds me, then back up to his face.

Colter exhales, running his free hand through his dark hair, his expression heavy with resignation. “You know you can’t do that.”

Yanking my hand free, I snatch up my clothes and start dressing. I don’t want to be naked for this showdown. “More like you don’t want me to come with you,” I snap. “I saw those women the other day. How desperate they are and how they practically threw themselves at you. It was stupid of me to think you’d want to be tied down to me.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, embarrassment and anger whirling together. I need to get out of here, but before I can take a step, his arms loop around my waist, and he pulls me against his hard body.

“Get off me,” I grit out through clenched teeth, my body stiff with defiance. My anger isn’t just aimed at Colter, it’s at everything. At my father for sending him on tour so soon. At myself for not seeing this coming. Yes, I wanted this for him, but I never expected it to happen now.

Colter tightens his hold as I struggle against him, his own frustration crackling between us. “Calm down, Sunshine, before I make you.” That only makes me fight harder. He exhales sharply. “Have you not been paying attention? I want you, Mila. Only you.” His voice rises, the force of his words making me go still in his arms. “Now, I’m going to let you go. We’re going to get dressed and talk about this like adults.”

I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. Colter releases me and we both make quick work of dressing. Once we’re clothed, he takes my hand, gently tugging me to the couch. He settles us both, but I keep my gaze locked on the door, because I can’t look at him. Not when I know he’s about to break my heart.

His fingers grip my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Tears burn the backs of my eyes, and I blink rapidly, desperate to keep them from falling. I don’t want him to see me break. I don’t want him to see me cry.

“Sunshine,” he starts, and the softness of his voice is my undoing. My traitorous tears spill over. “I want you. More than anything.” My stomach turns, threatening to empty what little it holds. “But I need to make something of myself. This is all I know, Mila. The cowboy life, the rodeo. It’s the only way I can become someone again.”

I shake my head, as much as his grip allows, a sob breaking free. “You are someone. You’re everything.”

He lets out humorless laugh, ignoring my words. “And you, you’re going off to California. You’re going to school, to make something of yourself. What did we think was going to happen? I can’t follow you there, like some pathetic washed-up cowboy, waiting for his girl to finish school. I’m thirty years old, goddamn it, and you’re nineteen with your whole life ahead of you.”

He releases me, scrubbing a hand across his mouth, frustration simmering beneath the surface. I grab his hands, my eyes searching his. “Colter don’t say that. Don’t belittle yourself. You’re more than a cowboy—you’re everything. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d realize how truly amazing you are. I don’t want to go to school. I want to be with you.” My voice is pleading, desperate. I know I sound pathetic, but I don’t care. Colter needs to hear this. “I love you.” The words slip out before I can stop them, heavy as they settle between us.

Colter stiffens, his entire body going rigid. His eyes darken as he glares at me and then without a word, he rises from the couch and begins to pacing the small space. My stomach sinks, dread curling in my chest. In this moment, I know I’m fighting a losing battle.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Mila, you’re not hearing me. We can’t do this. I thought I could, but it was naïve of us to think anything could come of this.” He tugs at his hair, anger radiating from him in waves. I sink deeper into the couch, wishing it could swallow me whole. “What do I have to offer you? Huh? Nothing. I don’thave money. Hell, I don’t even have a place to call my own.” He shakes his head, bitterness seeping into his tone. “Your father is a multi-millionaire with a private plane and owns the biggest ranch in Montana. And me? I live inhisbunkhouse with five other guys. What kind of future can I give you, when mine is reliant on your father? Definitely not the life you’re used to. Hell, I barely finished high school, so this is all I’ll ever be. Not some fancy lawyer, or hedge fund manager. A cowboy. I’ve got nothing to offer a woman like you, Mila Becker, no matter how much I want to give you the world.” Tears stream down my face and I don’t bother wiping them away. There’s no stopping them now. His voice softens, smoothing into something raw, something broken.

He drops to his knees in front of me, his hands resting on my thighs. I simultaneously want to push him away and pull him closer. “Fuck,” he breaths. “You deserve everything. Every good thing this world has to offer. I wish I could be the man for you. I wish all the shit that happened, didn’t. That I was in a position where I could show the world you’re mine. But that’s not our reality. Right now, I can’t be that man.”

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