Chapter 16 Fate
Fate
Oliver
A shiver of fire runs through me when I bottom out inside her gripping pussy.
I didn’t know it could be like this.
And I don’t know why I got so caught up in this game I chose not to put on a condom.
But at this point, I don’t care.
She’s too fucking perfect.
Pulling my hips back, I thrust in again, pushing another small cry from her into her sheets.
When she tries to pull away, I lock onto her hair and ram deeper.
“You’re mine now.” I peel her up off the bed and grip her wrists in one hand, the other bruising into her side to force myself harder in.
Her sweaty skin presses against my belly as her inner muscles squeeze my shaft.
Of all of the millions of miles that could have been between us, she was practically on my front step.
“It’s fate,” I grunt, struggling to fight the growing urge to come.
“It can’t be.” Her exhale flirts with a moan and a weak tug on my arm.
She isn’t even trying to escape.
“Give in. You’re gonna take every drop until we’re bonded by our child.” Then I say the words I never thought would leave my mouth.
Especially to someone I don’t even know.
“And then I’m making you my wife. Skip the steps, right?”
Her back arches, throwing her head against my chest with a wild heave as the first contractions of her climax rush through.
“Yes,” she gasps, her body clenching mine with such violence it rips the breath out of my lungs.
A flash of lights glimmers through the frosted trailer window, momentarily illuminating her features.
Full mouth parted and panting, blue eyes heavily lidded, fluttering wide with each piston of my cock into her—
Holy shit.
Sophia McCullough.
Racing Queen.
Barrel racing.
Little miss attitude flaunting around the arena.
Standing up to me when I nearly gave in to all-encompassing rage.
Fearless. Driven.
And she gave herself to me.
The shock ripples through me, yanking away what little control I had, spasming my nuts into an agonizing release against her womb.
She doesn’t know who I am. Would she still feel the same if she did?
What have I done?
An icy wave bathes over me.
With one last twitch of my hips, I pull out of her fiery heat.
Grabbing her jaw, I turn her so she can’t see me, then raise my bandana just enough to expose my mouth.
My teeth nip onto the tender line under her ear before I pull the cover back in place.
“I’ll kiss you when you love me,” I whisper. “But you won’t know me until you do.”
Standing quickly, I tuck my softening cock into my jeans as I rush to the door.
“Biggie, wait.” Her breathy call makes me pause with my palm on the handle.
“Yea?” I nearly choke out the word.
Doubt floods me.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice almost muffled as if she’s sinking into her pillows.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I purge myself from the confines of the camper.
Once I’m out into the cool air, I pull down my handkerchief and gulp it down.
How badly did I just fuck up?
I’m going to be working for her father.
By the time I make it back to my own bed, I stare up at the ceiling, replaying every touch.
Then I backtrack, scrolling through my phone and obsessing over our texts.
There’s no way she meant it. This all has to be some game she likes to play.
The Sophia I know probably has a revolving list of guys.
She’s even said it herself, she loves to be the center of attention.
Just the thought of the betrayal twists my guts like a knife.
Why did she push me so hard? Say all of those things if she wasn’t genuine?
Why did she make me like her?
Fuck.
With a groan, I roll over, burying my head.
More than like.
I hang on her messages. It’s the first thing I do when I open my eyes in the morning, and the last I do before my cell falls onto my face at night.
The worst part?
I’m going to see her constantly. Between working on the ranch, and then her and I both being at nearly every rodeo in the Pacific Northwest, what the hell am I going to do if the truth comes out?
But.
What if she’s being honest? And she secretly does want all of those things she admitted to me?
Kids.
Love.
Bypassing all of the frivolous, superficial steps that hit every new relationship.
Will I still follow through with what I said?
Ugh.
Tossing myself into a burrito wrap of my bedding, I finally kick all of the covers off and pad into the kitchenette in my boxer-briefs.
Brent snores lightly on the couch, his heels hanging over the arm.
I know he’d support whatever I do. We aren’t just brothers, we’re best friends.
She wants lots of children so they’d have each other like Brent and I do.
Just the thought makes my dick twitch.
He startles when I pop the top off a bottle of beer.
“Have fun?” he mumbles, still half asleep.
“I’m going to marry her.” I grin in the darkness, tipping up my drink.
His thumb rises into the dim light from the window. “Good for you. Who?”
I know he can’t see me, but I shrug. “It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t know it yet.”
He cracks one eye, squinting at me, then shakes his head as he turns away, adjusting himself deeper in the cushions. “Sounds like an eight second ride, man.”
“Maybe,” I grunt, padding back to my bed.
Her light lavender scent lingers in my shirt, renewing the images in my mind of her body writhing beneath mine.
Damn it, I want her in my own way. I want to taste her. Have her scream as she comes on my tongue.
Her idea of skipping was supposed to make all of this easier. Instead, it’s ten times more complicated.
Part of me wants to follow through, make her fall for me.
Just to see.
Out of habit, I glance at my phone.
RacingQueen: We need to do that again.
Huh. I might just get the chance.