Page 83 of Chasing the Wild
There was no way I was about to tempt the same mistake twice in this lifetime.
Now, the longer I’m out here, shoveling, sweeping, and finding an unending list of things to do that might just keep me busy for another few hours, I’ve mulled it over. Torn the situation apart, put it back together, reconfigured it fifty different ways and I’m still not entirely certain it’s the decision I should make.
But fuck… it feels right with her.
She wants this, and if I allow myself to stop and breathe life into the words clambering up my throat with the determination of a bull rider hanging on for dear life.I want this, too.
A heavy exhale gusts out of me.
Jesus.
Scrubbing a palm over my face, my eyes scrunch closed. All the depraved fucking thoughts I’ve been keeping at bay since that day at the gas station are lined up, ready to bust through the crack in the dam. My mind is splintering with need and selfish wants that should be kept firmly in the category ofno fucking way.
But it’s only pure, unfiltered desire that runs a course through my veins. I want to feel her bare and to have her wrapped around me so fucking bad. I want to fuck her and watch the expression on her face as she tumbles over the edge while my release spills inside her. To pull back and see the dripping evidence of where I’ve been. To feel the slickness coat my fingers and her channel as I push my cum back inside.
Layla is the only person I’ve ever felt this way about. I knew it from before the moment I first touched her, before we kissed that night. Not because I want to get the girl pregnant. Christ, no, that’s the furthest thing from my mind, and it sends an unbelievable dose of relief through me to know she feels the same way.
No, it’s nothing remotely connected to that. If I had to put a word to it, it’s the sense of ownership. There’s something feraland fucking primal in knowing I’ll have marked her in a way that I haven’t ever done before, and holy shit, if that doesn’t trigger a beast inside me that has no right to be there.
A wild creature has come roaring to life, and I’ve got no hope of taming it without feeding into the insistent desire, that primal goddamn urge, it hungers for.
Now, here I am, ready to risk it all for the girl with big green eyes I can’t help but see whenever my head hits the pillow. When I look out over the forested slopes, I’m constantly comparing those mossy flecks around the innermost rim where her pupils meet that verdant coloring. Whenever I walk into the barn and catch a hit of her fragrance drifting toward me, there’s no denying the hook that tugs from deep behind my ribs, dragging me to be near her.
To put it bluntly, I’m screwed. And don’t I know it.
After a good couple of hours, I’m still berating myself. Even as I finish up with the horses and their long necks crane to watch me through curious eyes as I exit the big wooden doors. Even as I readjust my cap backward, lifting it to dig my hands through my hair for the hundredth time before shoving it back down on my head. Even as I kick my boots off and hang my jacket when I reach the house.
This is madness, and I’d be out of my fucking mind to even consider this.
Which is why I head straight for the bathroom, where I just know I’ll find my good fucking girl, exactly where I told her to be waiting for me.
Sure enough,the moment I walk through the doorway, feeling the gentle wave of humid warmth, I catch the first sight of her in that oversized tub and know I never had a goddamn chance of denying this.
Every feral instinct roars to life, and all I want to do is fuck and fuck and fuck. To fill her up and hold her against me while feeling her fluttering heartbeat find a rhythm with my own.
“Hey.” She’s lying back with her curls piled on top of her head, looking like temptation and heaven and everything good that I should never be allowed. Flush sits high on her cheeks, and her eyes are hooded, relaxed, gazing at me with a softness in her expression that I’ll be replaying forever in my mind’s eye.
My dick is hard as a rock, leaking, just at the sight of her.
The water is fairly deep in that sunken tub, but I can still enjoy every gorgeous inch ofLayla. Her peaked nipples sit just at the water’s surface, and my eyes feast on the sight of her floating like a mermaid, ready to tempt me willingly into the depths.
“Looks cozy in there.” There’s absolutely plenty of room for the two of us.
She hums. Nods and relaxes against the lip of the tub. “Was everything ok after the storm?” Those stunning green eyes suck me in, two deep pools I want to see looking back at me every single day.
“The cattle are fine, just hungry bastards. The horses told me to fuck off, and won’t answer to anyone but you… traitors.” I tuck my hands in my pockets and rest my ass on the vanity, hooking one ankle over the other. Content to lean back and simply enjoy watching this girl for a moment.
“Will they be sending you an official complaint?” Her lips curve into a coy grin. Cute and alluring, and my dick is screaming at me to get naked and dive into her.
“Something like that. Apparently, I’m shit at grooming, do a terrible job at cleaning up their stalls, and not even promises of extra treats tomorrow was enough to satisfy those miserable bastards.”
“Well, when you speak so highly of them… I can’t imagine why.” Her eyes glimmer in the dim light.
“They’ll survive. How was your day off?”
I love that she’s not shying away from allowing me to enjoy her body on display beneath the gently rippling water. Layla doesn’t try to cover herself, and damn, it’s sexy as all hell.
“Restful… my boss did keep me up pretty late last night.” Her teeth catch her bottom lip.
