“I want to throw you over my knee and spank you hard and then fill that little hole so the pain doesn’t sting.”
She’s been a brat since the moment she stepped here, and I’ve been dreaming about teaching her a lesson. It seems I’m not the only one loving the scenario I painted so pretty for us.
Her breathing is labored, pulse hammering. She’s flushed with my words alone. I can't imagine how it could be if I really did all those things.
“I keep imagining the face you’re going to make when you find out I’m pierced.”
That last bit melts her knees, but I hold her against me. There’s no escape from my cock rubbing against her soft belly. She knows I’m hard and aching for her.
“Pierced where?” She licks her lips, looking around my face as if I suddenly have metal she never noticed.
All this is just a dream.
The desires I have need to stay in my imagination because I’m not like the others. I can’t try something and let it go. I don’t think I can survive lettinghergo.
All my instincts tell me to take this woman and make her mine. Yet my brain is in command here.
She’s not mine, and she deserves to scent-match with a pack. When her heat comes, they are the ones who will be there for her. Not me.
And with that little reminder, I walk away.
twenty-eight
Veda
The three sets of eyes burn behind my neck, yet I ignore them and continue feeding the chickens. They are on some kind of apology tour and don’t want me to do any of my regular chores, but I enjoy this. I’ll gladly skip the shoveling poop side of things, but I miss Margella.
“See, Margs, it’s best for you gals to have just one cock around.” I smirk over my shoulder. “Three is too much trouble.”
Jesse laughs, Derrick shakes his head, but all Major does is to burn me with his gaze. Since our encounter at his office, I've been determined to see that man break. It’s not fair, really, but I can’t help myself.
I thought he hated me, but he’s out there keeping all his feelings to himself. Not even he can burst the giddy bubble inside me.
They continue watching me while I feed the chickens, but when I attempt to move the pellets, they all jump into it and try to stop me. I roll my eyes. If I were doing this before, it’s more than okay right now.
Once every chicken is fed and cuddled, Major finally lets out a breath. “Let’s go inside now.”
“Oh no, I want to see Storm.”
He takes his hat off and scratches his head, a caricature of a grumpy cowboy.
“Who the hell is Storm?”
“Oh, that’s the wild horse you have in the pen.” I smile as I make my way out of the chicken coop to join them.
“You shouldn’t name her. I might have to let her go if she doesn’t want to stay.”
I try not to wince. It’s not his fault that he's touching in such a sore spot for me. Instead, I lift a shoulder and start making my way to the pen. “She’s named now. Can’t do anything about it.”
“Go back, Major,” Derrick interrupts. “I can bring her to Storm.”
Major narrows his eyes at his brother, a silent conversation going on between them. I school my expression to look innocent, since I shouldn’t know what that’s about, even though I do. Major wants Derrick to tame Storm. Derrick refuses to ride a horse. Brothers can’t see eye to eye. It’s a whole thing that could be done if everyone just went to therapy. Actually, we should all go.
“So that leaves me shoveling shit,” Jesse says.
“Better you than me.” I smile brightly at him.
They don’t mind the ranch work, Jesse told me that before. I even started liking it. It’s hard work, and you definitely need an early start, but there’s something about taking care of your land that fulfills my soul. The moment the thought arrives, sadness hits me in the chest.
