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“Come on, City Girl. Stay with me. Let me see those pretty eyes,”
“Be a good girl or I’ll fuck you into one.”
“You don’t touch my woman. You don’t look at my woman. You don’t think about her green eyes. You don’t think about her pretty hair. You don’t think about her enchanting face.”
“You don’t get out of the truck until I open the door for you, understand?” I growled.
“Baby, I’ll gladly take you over my knee if need be.”
“You leave me, so help me God, baby, I will hunt you down,”
“What are you doing?” I whispered. “Not letting you go,” he hissed, baring his white teeth. Then he kissed me. Again.
“You wanna be a good girl for me? Hm?” he hissed. “Yes!” I cried, nearly there. “Then fucking come on your cowboy’s hand. Soak it.”
I’d never lost control like that before. Then again, I kissed her. That was a form of lost control, period. I hadn’t kissed a woman in ten years.
I knew then that she could ask for anything, and I would give it to her.
Those white lace panties she had on were in the pocket of my jeans. Shredded or not, those were mine now.
“Baby, I just got done with a long day of work. You sit on my couch in a pretty dress, I’m going to want a kiss.”
For years, I didn’t want any woman touching me. All that changed the second I saw this woman standing in the rain.
Call her that again, and your ashes will be on my mountain.
“No offense, darlin’,” Lance drawled from his spot. “But a man touches a woman like that, men like the ones in front of you would’ve taken care of it. In a fucking heartbeat.”
“Cowboys aren’t like other men. Cowboys live simply, fuck hard, and love with everything they got. Cowboys also don’t fucking share,”
“Lie back, spread your legs, and let me fucking eat my meal,”
He reached for his hat and put it back on my head. “Don’t take it off,” he clipped, dropping his eyes down my body.
I nodded. “Yes, sir.” “Good girl,” he praised.
“You are mine, Valerie. You belong to me. Your body is mine. Your heart is mine. Your soul belongs to my soul. Do you understand?”
The ranch didn’t matter anymore, not if she wasn’t going to be a part of it. Not if she wasn’t going to be in my house, on the porch, on my saddle, in my bed.
