Page 46 of Untamed

“And I thought, there’s no way I can fix that.” He kisses the top of my head. “I watched you, walking down the road to the corner shop, your head low and your face pale and sad. I just knew there was no good that could come of me trying to bring you back. I was still young, still a bit of an ass, and I knew I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Yet,” I add, laughing when he tries to smack my ass through the water.

“So I drove home.” He shrugs. “Came back. No one knew except Janie, and I just pretended like it never happened. I left you to live your big life. I hoped you would move on, have all the big experiences you always wanted.”

He clears his throat.

“I thought maybe you’d find someone who could treat you right and be the person you needed. I couldn’t be that person, so I hoped someone else could be. Only ever wanted you to be happy, firefly. No matter how much it killed me to think it wouldn’t be me.”

“You’re a good man, Hayes Black.” I kiss his neck. “Now, anyway,” I tease.

“I’ll admit, I didn’t change overnight.”

“No shit?” My voice is just dripping with sarcasm.

“No shit,” he agrees. “Took me a few years to get my shit under control. Dean kind of helped with that. I watched him throwing his life away, and I watched Rhett step up. And I thought, okay, I can do this. I’ll try to go make something of myself and my music, do something that’s just for me.”

“And you hated it.” I look up at him.

“Hated it.” He laughs. “God, I hated the city. Only good thing about living there was the 2:00 a.m. pizza delivery.”

“I do miss the late-night deliveries,” I commiserate. “There was this amazing Thai place down the block that would deliver twenty-four seven. So fucking good.”

“And yet all the food in the world couldn’t keep me away when the ranch and Dean and everything just started going up in flames. I came home, worked hard, and decided to get my shit together.”

“I’m very happy you did. I kinda like the man you are today.”

“I bet you do.” He smirks at me. “He is very good at giving you a lot of orgasms.”

“Speaking of…” I pull away and start walking backward out of the water. His eyes dip to my breasts and then lower as my stomach and hips come out of the water. “I think you owe me one.”

“That’s right,” he says, nodding slowly as he begins to follow me. My eyes dip down to his abs as he stalks me out of the water. “How would you like me to deliver said orgasm, River?”

My eyebrows knit together in a silent question.

“I’m only asking how you want it.” He slowly follows me as I continue to walk backward. I glance over my shoulder and see the towels laying a few feet away, so I grab one before turning back to him.

“Do you want to come on my fingers?” he asks, stepping completely out of the water. His eyes are hungry, watching me wrap myself in a towel. It’s freezing with the little breeze and cold water on my skin, and yet my blood is on fire as I watch him.

“Or my tongue, maybe? Let me taste you?”

Jesus Christ.

He walks up to me, standing only inches away. His hands go to where I’m clutching the towel around my body, and he gently tugs it away. I let it fall to the ground again and stand there as he looks me over. His knuckles run along my collarbone and then over my nipples before grazing lower and lower.

“Or maybe you want to feel that sweet stretch my cock gives you?” His eyes dart back up to mine for a second, and I lose my breath. “You want to come all over my cock again, firefly?”

One of his arms wraps around my middle, and the other sinks between my thighs. I’m already wet and needy for him as his fingers tease and explore. We’re face-to-face, our eyes locked on each other’s as his fingers stroke all the sweetest spots. My legs are weak, and there’s an amazing heat building deep in my core.

And then he kisses me, and my world tilts on its axis. I will never get sick of this feeling.

“So?” he asks, pulling back while his fingers still move inside of me. “What’ll it be?”

I wake up the next morning, my body scraped and sore from our second round that happened right there next to the creek. I begged him to take me right there, to lay me on the ground and fuck me in the dirt and leaves.

And he did just that, rutting into me like a man on a mission to make my orgasm a good one. The pain from the little rocks and sticks bit into my back and ass, making the pleasure that much more intense. He kissed and licked and bit me all over my body as our hips rocked together frantically.

Our breath mingled, and he stared into my eyes as I came and as he followed soon after. We lay there for a minute, just soaking each other up and kissing over and over again. I mean, god damn, that man can kiss. And then he wrapped me up and carried me back inside, this time in his arms instead of over his shoulder.

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