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Tyler raises his head, a smirk plastered across his face as he asks, “Did that hurt?”
“No,” I honestly admit. If I’m telling the whole truth, then I liked it, and I want more, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I just let him get one last long look at my Double D’s before raising my towel.
“Nuh uh,” I tease. “Not now.”
“Fuck not now,” growls Tyler, those blue eyes fierce as they trail hot fire over my body. “Fuck that.”
But I prance away out of his grasp.
“No big boy,” I say throatily. “Not now, later, I promise.”
Tyler looks like he’s about to tear the place apart brick by brick, but instead, he takes a deep breath, summoning deep reserves of control.
“Aw shit,” is all he grinds out, eyes out. “Shit fuck shit.”
I smile sweetly.
“Cowboy, I think you need that bandage changed first,” I say, nodding at his leg.
He stares down, jolted out of his trance. Because yeah, it’s not sexy, but the gauze on his leg is getting red, seeping a little with blood. He groans.
“Fuck, talk about bad timing.”
I laugh then.
“No worries,” comes my coo. “Florence Nightingale at your service. Let me just get the first aid kit. Meet me in your room, and keep your leg elevated,” I call out.
When I get to the bedroom, Tyler is sitting up on the saggy mattress with his left leg completely exposed, while his right leg remains covered by the thin white sheet. I pause, heart fluttering. He’s gotta be naked underneath that thin cloth and my pussy stirs, beginning to seep.
“Do you mind if I take my shirt off?” he growls, eyes bright. He knows the answer, it’s just a courtesy question.
I gulp, nodding silently.
And in a flash, that shirt is off, baring a powerful, bronzed chest. Oh god, oh god. As my fingers fumble, I look down again before stealing a quick glance at the alpha. I can’t help it. He’s right there, and the image takes my breath away. Tyler’s a god, that bronzed chest dark against the pure white sheets. And his pecs, oh god those pecs. They’re defined and symmetrical, with literal washboard abs, a perfect six-pack. My pussy stirs and seeps. What’s beneath those abs? There’s a peek of hair, and I want to feel it brush against my face, inhaling his pube smell.
But it’s wrong. He’s an invalid. So shaking my head, I bite my lip, trying to force the image of his naked chest from the forefront of my thoughts. It’s useless. He’s all I see and my pussy creams for him, aching unbearably. I squeeze my thighs together just to alleviate the pulsing, shifting subtly so that the man can’t tell.
But it’s all for nothing because as I’m wrapping the gauze around Tyler’s leg, I see it then. Oh god, it’s just like the first time in the barn. His erection is pressed against the sheet, an enormous ridge that runs all the way from his waist to knee, thick as a snake.
Going wide, my eyes take it all in even as my breath goes short. Can I do it? Can I taste it again, can I fit that monster into my hot box?
My eyes involuntarily shoot to his, those blue eyes hooded and dark, nostrils flaring. Oh shit, oh shit, he wants me too. Tyler knows exactly what he’s doing, and as I watch, that snake stirs against his leg, twitching slightly. A wet spot forms, tiny at first, but then getting bigger, his sperm leaking, the smell salty and hot.
And that’s it. I can’t take anymore. If I don’t get away soon, I’ll jump on top of him, begging him to fuck me, spreading my legs while mewling his name. I need him so bad, but this is wrong. He’s a random guy who showed up in my barn, an invalid with an injury. What the hell am I thinking?
Cheeks red, I run back to my room. It’s embarrassing I know, taking off like that. But it’s for the better. Because shit, my pussy’s sizzling hotly now, dying to be fucked hard by the monster. And yet … it would be my first time.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tyler
Awwww, fuck. How the fuck have things gotten so out of control? I’m supposed to be at the Double H as a secret agent of sorts. Okay, that’s a little dramatic. But it’s true. Because I’m supposed to steal the girl’s land from her, whipping it out from under her nose without a shred of guilt. And instead, all I wanna do is fuck Maisie, getting her to bend over and take my dick. How the fuck have things gotten so messed up?
I bury my head in my hands, still sitting upright in the bed. Aw shit, I can smell her still. That sweet perfume yeah, but also that delectable cunt smell. I’ve caught a whiff of that snatch a couple times now, and it’s right up my alley. It’s exactly the kind I like, savory and sweet, innocent with the right hint of sloppy. I want it bad, my dick’s dying to get in.
