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Good fucking riddance concrete jungle.
“You can only control what’s right in front of you, Vaughn.”
But no, not this fire-breathing dragon.
And then… He. Stomps. His. Foot. Like a toddler. A soft giggle bubbles up out of my chest.
“Okay, first of all, I am downright fascinated by your blow-up doll preference. Can we table that for now but revisit it someday?”
“Second, I’m a grown-ass woman, don’t call me a girl. And third, when you’re finished having this epic man-child meltdown,”
And then I beam at him with a big old cheesy smile.
I feel like I’m looking at the sun, blinding but so deliciously warm that you just close your eyes and bask in the glow, anyway.
“Well,” I say, gazing ahead, “why don’t you introduce me to the new man in my life?” He turns towards me slowly with a grave look on his face. “He’s going to be a lot of work, Billie.” “Of course, he is, Hank. Men always are.”
Then he drops his head and charges at the fence like a little warhorse.
The men of Gold Rush Ranch are a lot of bluster.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: people suck.
“Did you seriously just throw something at me?”
“It was a treat,”
“Throwing them seems to have brought DD around.”
“I’m pretty sure you haven’t been throwing them at him.”
Vaughn rises and with one large side-step moves between my legs. When he almost instantly wraps his steely arms around my waist, I can’t hold back the sigh that escapes my lips.
I’ve never hugged a person who needed to be held so badly.
wrapping myself around Vaughn Harding in the middle of my kitchen feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“But you need to keep searching for it, no matter how much it hurts, because otherwise it will eat you alive.”
She looks wild, and free… and beautiful. Like she belongs up there.
Tracing his steps around the farm gives me solace. I think I’m even working towards forgiving him.
And you were the one to stick the pin into it, asshole.
she winds up one arm like she’s the batter up at a baseball game, racing whip in hand, and gives him one sharp spank smack dab in the middle of his tiny ass.
“And as for me? My family has no bearing on my professional life. I’m no mother hen. I’m a fucking mother bear. And you poked me. So, when you see me around, I want you to turn and run the other way like the snively, little bitch that you are.”
“That lady right there is a stone cold badass.”
And thank you? A fucking thank you? After we both just completely incinerated each other? With chemistry like that? I don’t think so, Billie.
You need to stop holding the people you profess to care about to these idyllic black and white standards. It’s unrealistic, the only person you’re hurting here is yourself.
“Sometimes a person needs a fresh start. This wasn’t my story to tell.”
“How long you been staring at me, Boss Man?”
“Take the sappy shit somewhere else, Vaughn.”
“I don’t want to talk. We’re not friends.”
“What I want is you, straddling me, and I don’t let friends do that.”
“I’m going to eat that perfect pink pussy and then put you back to bed. And tomorrow? Tomorrow all you’re going to think about is how good you felt with my tongue inside of you.”
Months of build up, months of feelings, all toppling over into the single most satisfying sexual encounter of my life.
Close a high-stakes business deal? No problem. Fire someone? I’m your man. Talk to a girl you like and respect? I guess I’ll just crumble instead.
If I am the predator, she is my prey, and I already had a taste I can’t forget. I’m coming back for more, whether or not she realizes it.
“We stick together, yeah? Sport of Kings my ass.”
“Now, stop crying. It’s only one date. And look at me, I’m hot. It won’t be so bad.”
“Let me redefine that line you keep talking about: you are more than my employee and I am more than your boss. I’m done giving you space that we both don’t want. It’s not at all complicated. You’ll work with me during the day and underneath me at night. Every night. There will be no tiptoeing. There will be no running. There will be no one else.”
“Eyes open, Billie,” he rumbles as he squeezes my chin and tips it down. “I want you to watch me fuck you.”
“Unfortunately for you, I don’t take orders from people whose mother didn’t teach them to say please or thank you.”
She’s a psycho kangaroo that jumps all over the goddamn place. And I love her for it.
