Her eyes widened to saucers and her mouth fell open. Then she began to sputter. “No… nope, no way. I’m definitely not.”
“You sure are, princess. No way in hell is my girl staying in a bunkhouse full of horny guys.”
“But… but, I’ve been living there for the past month!”
“You became mine yesterday.”
“Hayes, this is ridiculous.”
I shook my head, reached into my pocket and pulled out her tiny panties I ripped off her the night before. “Whose panties are these?”
She gasped and tried to reach for them. I held them out of her reach. “Give those back.”
I shook my head and tucked them back away again. “They’re mine. Just like you are.”
“I am not.”
“You let me spank you last night because you needed it. Needed someone to take control.”
“I do not,” she countered, which only made me know I was right.
“I’d have stopped if you weren’t into it, but you took it like a good girl.”
“Hayes, this is, I… no way–”
“You called me Mr. Wilder,” I added. “You could’ve told me to fuck off or knee me in the balls or even screamed.”
She shook her head. “You can’t–what are you doing?”
I took her hand and tugged her back to my truck, to the far side where Grady and Mike couldn’t see from the paddock. I pressed her against the passenger door, reminiscent of the night before. This time, she was sober.
Her eyes were wild as they darted around. “Hayes, what are you doing? I have to work.”
I reached out, stroked her cheek, then tipped her chin up.
“I can understand why you’re confused and acting a little bratty about this–”
“Bratty?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
I smiled. Definitely bratty.
“–but that’s on me since I didn’t make myself clear.”
Setting my free hand on my truck, I kissed her. A soft brush against her lips, then more. She gasped, her arms falling back to her sides, and I took advantage, my tongue invading. Claiming.
My hand slid down to cup her neck, gave it a gentle squeeze.
She moaned and I imagined giving her a hand necklace as I fucked her.
I kissed her deeper, let my free hand roam. Over her tit, down to her hip, between her thighs to cup her over her jeans.
Fuck, she tasted good. Minty, like my toothpaste. She smelled like my soap, like me, but also something light that was all Cassidy.
When she rolled her hips, wanting more, I stepped back. My dick was hard and telling me to take her into the bunkhouse and fuck her. Then she’d know she belonged to me. Hell, Grady and Mike would, too, since she’d be screaming my name loud enough foranyone around the stables to hear. Plus, she’d have the scent of my cum on her.
“I’ll be here at six,” I murmured, kissing the tip of her nose.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes blurry, this time not from drink, but from arousal.
