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Thirteen

I call it my penis fly trap.

— Searcy referring to her vagina

POSY

I was angry as fuck.

So fuckin’ angry that I’d been running for probably eleven miles now and still didn’t have the anger soothed.

Elisha had called to tell me that she was on her way over a couple of hours ago, and I’d missed the call because I was once again dealing with the dickhead bull.

Ray had finally been in his pen again—an inexperienced hand that I’d hired that day had accidentally let him out—when Elisha, my mom and stepfather came down the driveway, all in separate vehicles.

That was when the questioning started from my mom and stepfather, while Elisha had just listened on, a smug smirk on her face.

In the end, I’d lost my shit on them all and commented dryly that I would rather get gored by Sweet Baby Ray than ever date Elisha again.

Which had promptly pissed them all off to the point that my mother threatened to ‘do whatever it took to take the ranch away from me’ if it would make me see reason.

Which had only angered me more because she’d hated this ranch and everything it represented, and she was going to try to take it away from me out of sheer spite?

I’d never loved my mom.

She was a necessary evil that I dealt with on a weekly basis, and one that I cringed hearing her voice every time she called.

I usually answered one out of seven times, which was when she’d show up and demand my attention.

Like today.

Only, she’d gone too far today.

She’d thought that by threatening me and my livelihood that she could make me see reason.

All it’d made me do was double down.

The first person I’d called when they’d left was Apollo.

I’d asked him to get everything he could on all three of them, as well as Elisha’s parents just in case.

I wanted it all.

I wanted enough information that they wouldn’t think about threatening me or showing their faces to me ever again.

Apollo had promised that he was on it, and I’d slipped my feet into my running shoes—shoes that were usually only used on Sundays for my long runs and Wednesdays for my short runs—and started running.

Seeing Searcy get attacked by a man three times her size hadn’t helped with my anger.

Nor had her complete and utter disregard for her safety.

What the hell was she thinking coming out of the house with a bat and an attitude?

Did she think that she was invincible?

After running the stupid kid off, I then followed the kid home and explained a few things to his father, who promised he would get his kids under control, and kept running.

I was still running—though this time a whole lot slower and headed back home—when a white top and short shorts encasing a pair of sexy as fuck legs and glutes caught my attention.

And suddenly all that anger was back.

What the fuck was she thinking running this late at night on a dead-end road looking like that?

Didn’t she know that she was sexy as fuck?

Didn’t she know that her ass and thighs could start wars?

Didn’t she know that I wanted her worse than I wanted my next breath?

She had to know what she did to me.

It would be utterly impossible not to see the way that I was affected by her nearness.

And suddenly, I just snapped.

I ran at her, caught her around the shoulders, and came to a stop in the middle of the road.

Our sweaty bodies slid against each other’s when I pressed my lips up to her ear and said, “You’re so fucking stupid sometimes.”

Did this woman not realize how fucking shitty this world was? How awful some men—and even women—were? Did she think she was invincible?

She shuddered. “Posy, let me go .”

I probably should let her go.

But I couldn’t.

Literally, my hands wouldn’t let go.

“No,” I growled. “Because how stupid can you be to be out here after you just literally wounded a teenage boy’s ego? Do you think that he’s just going to forget the humiliation? You broke the kid’s hand and arm.”

That’d been the literal highlight of my day, watching her work.

Despite the anger that had raced through my blood at her obvious inability to see reason, I’d thoroughly enjoyed watching as she took that bat to that motherfucker.

The kid had to be every bit of six foot four or five and had muscles stacked on top of muscles.

Too bad for the kid, and I truly say the term ‘kid’ loosely because there was no way that you would mistake him for a kid in a dark alley, he hadn’t had the skill or the know-how to back up his muscles.

The kid had taken a bat to the arm, and even from the distance that I’d been standing, I’d heard the snap of the bone breaking.

The tink of the bat bouncing off something hard had been another highlight.

But the best part of the night had been when that kid had made a fist with his good hand and aimed it at her.

She’d swung on his fist like a baseball coming toward her, making solid contact.

I’d watched as the kid’s hand immediately unfisted and his arm went swinging with the momentum of her swing.

The solid thunk of his hand making contact with the bat, paired with the tink , would be forever embedded into my memories.

Oh, and I’d have to get Apollo to tap into the neighbor’s security camera, because a thing like that needed to be memorialized and relived for years to come.

Searcy stiffened. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

I was breathing hard, but at this point I couldn’t figure out if it was her nearness, the way she felt against my body, or the fatigue from running so far.

Whatever the reason, we were both panting, and my body was starting to react to her nearness.

Hell, who was I kidding? My body had reacted the moment that I had her in sight, no nearness necessary.

“You think this is all some sort of joke?” I asked, my hands slipping from around her.

One went down to her belly while the other one went higher to around her throat.

I could feel her heart beating fast against my fingers as she said, “My whole life is a joke.”

That angered me more.

Her life may be challenging, but there was no reason to put herself at unnecessary risk.

It could get worse, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

“You think that you could get away if he were to come at you?” I asked, tightening my hold again. “Go ahead, try. See how laughably easy it would be for me to hold you still. Take whatever I wanted. All the while you have no choice but to let me have it.”

She squirmed, giving the hold a little test.

I squeezed her throat slightly, causing her breath to catch.

She turned her head sideways and bit me on the shoulder.

I didn’t even flinch.

I did move my hand up and squeeze her jaw, though, forcing her to let go.

She cried out in surprise, and I used that opening to press my thumb into her open mouth and whisper into her ear. “Wish that was my cock.”

She bit down on my thumb and I laughed, pulling away.

She whirled on me the moment I let her go, anger likely blazing in her eyes, but it was too dark to see.

“I’d fight like hell. But I don’t want to hurt you,” she snarled.

“Is that right?” I asked. “You want to try?”

That must’ve been the switch that needed flipping, because suddenly she was coming at me with all that she had.

She punched, kicked, and fought as best as she could, but in the end, I took her down to the ground in the thick grass, wedged myself between her kicking legs, and pressed my very hard cock against her core.

She stilled, and I had a feeling that she was about to admit defeat.

But, because I liked the game we were playing, I pushed farther into her and whispered, “That all you got? You just gonna give it to me without a fight?” I pulled back and bit her lip, causing her to gasp. “Seems pretty weak to me.”

She cried out and started fighting, punching, kicking and biting.

The feel of her teeth sinking into the meat of my bicep had me pressing farther into her.

Both of our anger and frustration poured into this one, single moment in time.

I’m not sure when the fighting turned into the kissing.

Or when the pushing turned into moving closer.

But at some point it did.

I forced her mouth away from my arm, and I slammed my lips down onto hers.

“Tell me you want this,” I panted when I pulled away.

She seethed. “Fuck you.”

Then she kissed me, yanking my hair to her so hard that my scalp burned.

I kissed her back, my hands going to her thighs as I pried her legs apart farther.

She allowed me to, hooking her legs around my hips and pulling me in closer.

My fingers went to the short-as-fuck shorts she was wearing, and pushed them to the side enough that I could get my fingers to her pussy.

Her wet pussy.

She felt like liquid heat as I sank two fingers deep inside of her.

“So wet,” I said. “Where’s all your fight now, princess?”

She sank her fingernails into the side of my neck on both sides, then pulled back just far enough that she could catch my lip in between her teeth.

With a sharp bite, she drew blood.

I pulled back at the pain, then grinned down at her shadowed face.

I felt the blood welling on my lip when I said, “There she is.”

“Don’t ever call me princess again.” She reared back, and I felt her tiny little fist make contact with my face.

I laughed even as the pain bloomed along my eye.

Before she could say anything else, I pulled back and flipped her, pushing her into the grass on her belly.

She cried out in frustration, but still, her hips came up and she pressed into my cock.

“You want this?” I asked, sitting back and pulling her hips up to meet mine.

She snarled something into the grass and pushed up onto her hands, her ass coming into contact with my engorged cock, barely held in check by my running shorts.

And, knowing an invitation when I felt one, I pulled her shorts down to her knees and shoved my shorts down past my throbbing cock.

Lining my tip up with her entrance, her soaking wet, going to feel so fucking good entrance, I pushed inside.

She cried out, dropping down to her elbows.

I paused, waiting for her to accommodate to my size.

“Okay?” I rasped.