4. Colt
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COLT
I’ve been tossing and turning all night. I’m on fire, despite having the window open and the fan on high and blowing right on my naked body. My sheets are soaked with sweat, my fists clenched tightly like I’m ready to fight some prick at the bar, and I’ve jerked off twice already, just trying to get these filthy thoughts of Lena out of my head.
And it’s not working.
She’s crawled her way under my skin. Burrowed deep like a tick. I don’t think I could get her out of there if I blasted with dynamite.
Every goddamn time I close my eyes, I see her . Bent over while she uses the pitchfork, those tiny jean shorts riding up and showing the sweet curve where her ass meets her thigh. Her tits ready to burst free of her sweaty tank top, and those plump lips on her smart mouth muttering about me under her breath.
She acts like she’s got something to prove. I don’t know what, but she’s sure as hell proving something –and that’s the fact that I’m absolutely starving for a taste of her.
I thought giving her the sick cow to deal with and all the work in the barn would break her–get her begging me to send her home to Daddy–but I’ll be damned if she hasn’t just grinded right through it like an experienced farmhand. She’s still swinging that pitchfork like she wants me to notice, and the worst part of all?
I like it. I actually love watching her work, despite the fact that I know it’s dangerous as hell. Her sweaty tank top clinging to her curves, the sun glistening off her smooth skin. Even her bratty mouth is a turn-on.
In fact, it’s driving me insane.
With a heavy sigh, I climb out of bed, throw on some jeans, and stalk out of the house like I’ve got the devil on my back whispering sinful suggestions into my ear.
The stars are blazing overhead as I walk, and the night air is warm and thick, alive with the buzzing of crickets and the scent of hay and damp earth. This obsession with Lena–maybe I can walk it off. I doubt it, but what’s the alternative? Lie awake in bed and jerk my hard-on again?
Images of her flood my mind as I make my way down the trail to the creek. It’s instinctual, I guess. I always take a walk here when I’m wound up inside–when life starts to strangle me and I feel like I can’t breathe. I’ve walked this trail so many times now I could do it with my eyes closed. My arms automatically brush branches aside as the sound of rushing water pulls me forward.
And then I hear a splash.
I freeze.
Another splash, followed by low, feminine giggles.
“What the hell…?”
I crouch low and creep forward, staying behind the cover of the trees and bushes. The creek widens here into a deep pool where I often come to swim. The moon is low tonight, casting silver ripples over the water. And that’s when I see her.
Lena. Skinny dipping.
She’s floating on her back like some kind of majestic water nymph, her hair fanned out around her like a halo, her gorgeous body lit by the magical moonlight.
My mouth goes dry, and my dick goes instantly hard.
Turn around , I tell myself. Walk away. She’s the boss’s daughter.
But I don’t.
I can’t.
Lena is so goddamn beautiful it almost hurts to look. Her perfect tits bob just beneath the surface of the glistening water, soft pink nipples poking up like gumdrops just begging for my mouth. Her long legs are slightly parted as she floats there, one knee bending just enough to send my imagination into overdrive.
She thinks she’s alone out here.
She thinks she’s free. Wild and untamed.
And like a punch to the chest, I realize that I don’t want her to be free. I want to own her. I want her chained to me with something thicker than blood and hotter than fire and deeper than the core of the Earth. I want to be the only man who ever sees her like this. No, I have to be.
A twig cracks beneath my foot. Lena gasps, twisting in the water.
And then she sees me.
I brace myself for her scream. The panic. But instead, she simply smiles. A naughty little smirk like she knows she’s just caught me looking. And just like that, I’m fucking gone.
“Spying on me, cowboy?” she calls out, her sensual voice echoing mischievously off the trees.
Lord help me.
She paddles slowly to the shallow edge of the creek and pulls herself onto a rock, water streaming down the slick curves of her body like liquid temptation. She doesn’t even cover herself or shrink back. Her breasts hang with perfection, plump and perky, gleaming and slippery.
She’s not even making an attempt to hide herself.
No. She’s flaunting it.
“Well?” She smirks. “Do you like what you see?”
Something in me snaps.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I bark, stepping out of the trees as my heart pounds hard in my chest.
Lena simply tilts her head to the side, pretending to be confused, while she bites her lower lip. She knows exactly what she’s doing and the effect it’s having on me. “I’m taking a bath,” she replies innocently. “There’s no tub in my barn loft.”
I grit my teeth. “You’re completely naked and out in the open, Lena. Anyone could come by and see you!”
No one gets to see Lena like this. Not now, not ever .
“Anyone?” she echoes, stepping completely out of the water like some forest goddess, water trickling down her nipples and down her flat stomach. “Or you?”
My eyes follow the droplets to the tiny little slit just barely visible between her legs–
“Fuck,” I growl beneath my breath.
I turn my back on her before I do something really stupid. I’ve got my jaw clenched so tight I may just crack a molar. “Get dressed!” I snarl back at her, my voice low and threatening. “Now.”
Lena laughs.
She actually laughs like I’m playing some goddamn game with her. Like she’s not driving me completely insane, twisting me up from the inside out.
“And if I don’t?” she asks softly. “Why are you turned around, Colt? I like when you look at me like that.”
I whip around so fast her eyes widen as she’s caught off guard. “You don’t know who you’re playing with, little girl.”
Her lips purse, and she stretches a hand over her head, tossing her wet hair. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Colt.
“Oh, you’re not?” I ask, stepping forward, fists clenched. “Then stop acting like this–” I wave my hand between us. Between her prime, naked, teenage body and my throbbing cock, pulsing with desire. “This is dangerous, Lena. You think you’re grown up enough to handle it, but you’re not. You don’t know…you don’t know what I’d do to you.”
I’ve said too much. I’m running my mouth like a moron. Christ, how did I let things get to this point? How did I let her drag me here?
The thought of another man seeing her like this has me crazy. Her body is a masterpiece, and while it may be off-limits to me, her dad can’t keep her away from every guy out there.
A flash of jealousy hits me like a hot blow to the gut.
Lena lifts her chin defiantly, causing her tits to sway, mesmerizing me even more. “Oh, no? Try me, cowboy.”
Goddamn her.
I take another step forward, as though my body is on autopilot, until I’m close enough to smell the pond water on her skin and the scent of vanilla from her shampoo. Close enough that I can feel the heat rolling off her beautiful body.
My hands are shaking.
I want to touch her, taste her, mark her as my own. I reach out and gently lift a strand of her hair from her shoulder, accidentally brushing her skin with the back of my finger.
The sensation is like a jolt of electricity, shocking me out of my stupor.
I instantly turn on my heels and storm away from her, fists clenched so tightly that I’m about to draw blood from my palms.
“Where you going, Colt!?” Lena calls after me, giggling like the spoiled little brat she is. “Don’t go! I was just trying to have a little fun with you!”
Fun. Right. She has no idea what I’d do to her if I let myself go that far.
I keep walking. I don’t even look back. One more view of her naked body and I won’t be able to make it home. I’ll have her tossed over my shoulder, hauling her back to my bedroom like a caveman.
I’m halfway back to the house when I stop, my chest rising and my heart pounding so heavily I can hear it in my ears. I snarl and drive my fist into the side of the feed shed. The pain grounds me, reminding me that there is a line with Lina that I cannot cross .
But for fuck’s sake–she is eighteen now.
But that doesn’t mean she can be mine.
She’s the boss’s daughter. She’s my responsibility. I’m supposed to be watching over her, teaching her, showing her the realities of what life is all about–not lusting over her like some wild animal who’s found his mate. What is this? Punishment for every sin I’ve ever committed in my life?
Lena is everything I could ever want.
I’ve never wanted a woman more.
When I finally make it back to my room, I slump down on the edge of the bed, head between my knees, growling down at the hardest hard-on I’ve ever had in my goddamn life. I need a cold shower and maybe even some ice packs. Maybe even a hypnotist who can clean all these thoughts I have for her from my head.
But when I close my eyes, all I see is Lena.
Naked, wet perfection, smirking at me like a wild temptress.
I strip off my jeans, spit on my palm, and begin stroking my cock while I picture her perfection. Christ, what it would feel like to slide my shaft between those plump tits. What that tiny little line between her thighs…with just a little tuft of hair. I bet she gets herself waxed at a high-end salon back in the city, but there’s nothing like that out here. Even still, that wouldn’t stop me from spreading her legs and going down on her, lapping at her clit like a hungry dog until she was screaming my name.
God, help me. I don’t think I can stay away. My resolve is crumbling like old clay under too much sun.
And the worst part?
I don’t think she wants me to.