She isn’t even trying to escape.
“Give in. You’re gonna take every drop until we’rebondedby our child.” Then I say the words I never thought would leave my mouth.
Especially to someone I don’t even know.
“And then I’m making you my wife.Skip the steps,right?”
Her back arches, throwing her head against my chest with a wild heave as the first contractions of her climax rush through.
“Yes,” she gasps, her body clenching mine with such violence it rips the breath out of my lungs.
A flash of lights glimmers through the frosted trailer window, momentarily illuminating her features.
Full mouth parted and panting, blue eyes heavily lidded, fluttering wide with each piston of my cock into her—
Holy shit.
Sophia McCullough.
Racing Queen.
Barrelracing.
Little miss attitude flaunting around the arena.
Standing up to me when I nearly gave in to all-encompassing rage.
Fearless. Driven.
And she gave herself tome.
The shock ripples through me, yanking away what little control I had, spasming my nuts into an agonizing release against her womb.
She doesn’t know who I am. Would she still feel the same if she did?
What have I done?
An icy wave bathes over me.
With one last twitch of my hips, I pull out of her fiery heat.
Grabbing her jaw, I turn her so she can’t see me, then raise my bandana just enough to expose my mouth.
My teeth nip onto the tender line under her ear before I pull the cover back in place.
“I’ll kiss you when you love me,” I whisper. “But you won’t know me until you do.”
Standing quickly, I tuck my softening cock into my jeans as I rush to the door.
“Biggie, wait.” Her breathy call makes me pause with my palm on the handle.
“Yea?” I nearly choke out the word.
Doubt floods me.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice almost muffled as if she’s sinking into her pillows.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I purge myself from the confines of the camper.
