“God fucking dammit,” I bit off, snatched both her wrists in one hand and forcing my body between her legs as they hung out of the truck. I leaned down into her space, my upper lip curling. “Quit being a fucking brat, Abbie May Spears.” The sky opened up some more, and the sprinkles morphed into fat raindrops, soaking my back as I hovered over her. Her eyes were wide, her breaths coming out as soft pants, the sound going straight to my cock, keeping the damn thing hard. “Don’t tell me what to do, Beau Darren Marks,” she spat back, baring her pretty teeth to me. I cocked my head to the side,
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