Page 22 of Untamed

“Because I’ve always been a sucker for a dominant woman.”

“Hayes Black.”

“Don’t judge a man for his kink, River Larson.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“For you.”

She sighs and lets go of my throat, sitting her full weight back on my dick. Probably should’ve thought this through a little better. I’m only a man, after all, with a gorgeous woman on top of him, thighs spread and hair a mess.

“I’m not going to strangle you.”

“Disappointing,” I tell her. “I was lookin’ forward to a little bit of fun.”

She sighs like she’s irritated, but I see that cute little smile still gracing her mouth. It makes the little wrinkles around the corners of her eyes pop out, and I fucking love it. Pushing up to her feet, she extends a hand.

“Come on, cowboy.”

I grab it, and she pulls me up.

“The truce is over,” she says, making my stomach drop. What did I do wrong? Was I too forward? Did I say too much?

“Wha—?”

“No more truce,” she interrupts. “I want to be friends.”

“Friends,” I repeat.

“Yes. Friends. What happened is in the past, and I’m tired of actively trying not to like you.”

“I knew it was difficult to hate me.” I give her my best Hayes grin, and she just shakes her head.

“It is, actually. You’re a good guy, Hayes.” My heart beats faster at her words, and my chest may puff out a little with pride.

“No more runnin’?” I ask.

“No more running. I promise.”

“Good.” I sigh dramatically and pretend to wipe sweat from my brow. “I was gettin’ tired as hell chasing your ass all over the town.”

She gives me a playful shove, and we both laugh as she climbs into her Jeep. The windows are rolled down, and I lean onto the frame to get a better look at her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I don’t know how I ever let her get away back then.

It’s not happening again.

“Maybe I’ll stop out at the bar tonight.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Keep you company. Keep the men from flocking to you like flies on a hog.”

“And I’m the hog in this scenario?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Bad analogy. Anyway, don’t need all those men drooling over you while you’re tryin’ to work.”

“Actually, that’s when I get the best tips. So maybe save your caveman bullshit for someone else.” River winks at me, and I feel my cock twitch.

She’s right. I do have a caveman attitude when it comes to her. I don’t want anyone else looking at what I consider to be mine. And I know she doesn’t know it yet, but no matter how long it takes, at the end of all of this, River Larson is mine.

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