Fire Away (The Bunkhouse, #2)

by Lainey Lawson

“Shit,” he whispers with his head buried in the crook of my neck. “If you keep doing that, this isn’t going to end in a fucking kiss, sweetheart.”

“Tell me to stop,” he growls as both of his hands move up my thighs, pushing up the hem of my dress. He pauses right before he reaches the apex, waiting for me to take him up on his offer to put this to an end if I wanted to. “I can’t,” I whisper.

“Keep hiding all you want, Savvy girl. Push me away. I’m a patient man. I’ll earn you.”

“Don’t smile and laugh like that when you’re covered in my cum,” he smirks. “Or I might start to think you like it.”

Why is it so hard for me to believe that I could be loved?

“Warren?” she whispers. “Yeah, baby?” “I’m so tired.” “I know,”

I suppose loving yourself isn’t as hard as I thought it would be when you have others helping you do it.

“Wherever you want me, wherever you need me, I’m going to be there. You’re worth showing up for. If you can’t understand that about yourself, then I’m going to believe it for you.”

I don’t need foreplay. I need a muscled-up and half-naked working man covered in sweat.

“Don’t be sorry,” she says between kisses. “It’s not your fingers that I wanted inside of me anyway.”

“I’m not going to fuck you—” he starts. I hold my breath and roll my lips into my mouth, biting them fiercely and closing my eyes. “Unless you’re mine. Really mine. No fake bullshit. Mine.”

Tell me there’s something sexier than a rough and hard-muscled working man with a farmer’s tan and I’ll call you a dirty rotten liar.

“All you need to know, Sav, is that around here? Not a single bitch has ever fucked around and not found out.”

“Warren. Don’t be silly. What could you possibly want to change?” “Her last name.”