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Chapter Fifteen

CAMILA

M y eyes flick open and closed as a warm mouth kisses down my neck. His beard tickles, and I giggle as I snuggle closer. Strong arms band around my stomach as one hand trails down to flick my clit while the other pinches my nipple.

“Morning, Darlin’. Feel like feeding me breakfast?” My eyes fly open, and the memories flood back as my brain turns on.

I’m in bed with Red.

I let him fuck the shit out of me and rode him like the good cowgirl he wanted me to be. Worse still, I LIKED IT! Well, I loved it actually, but fuck if I’ll admit that to him. Like EVER.

“Are you seriously asking me to make you a sandwich?” He chuckles as his teeth scrape the shell of my ear.

“Not at all. But I wouldn’t mind licking that sweet juicy cunt again.” How the fuck was a woman supposed to resist a dirty-talking cowboy with the cock of a GOD when he offered to eat you for breakfast?

It wasn’t fair!

“Sugar, did I do something wrong?” He turns my face so he can look into my eyes.

Too intimate, too close, too much!

I push away and let my hackles rise. I go into defensive mode as he casually sits up, leaning against the headboard I used to balance myself on him last night.

“What is this?” I point between us as his eyes travel up and down my naked body.

Fuck.

“I need you to explain what you’re asking more fully.” He crosses his arms behind his head as I move to my suitcase to grab a t-shirt.

I pull out the first one I find, which also happens to be one that I stole from Ryan. I shrug it on, but when my head pops out, Red is standing in front of me with a snarl smearing his face.

“Who’s fucking shirt is that?” Is he serious?

“Mine, jackass.” His grin is a mixture of sexy and scary as he shakes his head at me.

“Try again, Sugar.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

“It was Ryan’s…HEY!” Red grabs the collar and tears it off my body.

“What else do you have of that fucker’s?” He grabs my suitcase and dumps it on my bed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I yell as I try to pull him away.

He methodically goes through every article of clothing, pulling out two more shirts and a pair of boxers that seem to offend him on a biblical level. He marches them into the bathroom, where he snags a candle lighter off the sink and sets them on fire before dropping them in the tub to burn.

“You are fucking insane!” I yell as we watch the clothes burn.

The smoke alarm in the bedroom goes off, and still, he ignores me and the sound until he’s satisfied with the char on the material that shrivels up quicker than it should before turning on the shower to put out the flames that are left.

He turns on me and pins me to the closest wall.

“You will never wear another man’s clothes again.

I don’t want to hear that fucker’s name ever cross your lips.

He isn’t worthy of your acknowledgment. You wanna wear men’s clothes?

Help yourself to my whole closet.” He kisses me stupid and buries his cock inside me until we both cum so hard we slide down the fucking wall.

“You’ve got some kind of nerve!” I hiss after I catch my breath.

“Mmm, your cunt is still squeezing the life out of my cock, Darlin’. I’m having a really hard time believing your righteous indignation at the moment,” he smirks as he tries to kiss me.

“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.” I try to move, but he holds me steady and firmly on his cock.

How is he still hard?

“Original,” he chuckles, and the action rocks me on him, causing me to moan.

“Well, classics never die. So just fuck off.” I try again, but this time, he uses my motion to rock me on him in a smooth rhythm.

“No,” he growls at my lips, capturing them in the kiss I refused only a moment ago.

“What do you mean no?” I say after I rip my mouth from his.

Oh shit, I’m going to cum again.

“No is a complete sentence, Darlin’. I shouldn’t have to explain it.” He starts pumping up into me as I grind down.

“I don’t want you here!” I’m not even sure what the fuck I’m saying.

“Liar. Try again, with feeling.” He pinches my clit, and my orgasm slams into me.

“Fuck. Off!” I scream as my cunt coats him.

“Mmm, I’d rather fuck you.” He stands and carries me back to bed.

With one swipe of his arm, all my belongings fly to the floor as he lifts me off his cock, leaving me feeling emptier than I have ever felt in my life. He tosses me on the bed face down, and then he’s fucking me from behind.

“Oh my GOD!” I yell from the sensations, his actions, the argument that I’m not even sure we’re really even having.

Pick one. This man has me feeling inside out.

“That’s good. Warm up those vocal cords. I’ll have you screaming for him again soon enough.” Cocky bastard.

“You are so full of yourself.” He laughs as his strokes grow harder.

“No, Darlin’, I believe that’s you. Full of my cock and some of my cum.” He starts giving me short jabs that make me grab the sheets and moan into the mattress.

“I walked right into that one.” I don’t think he hears, but then I start to cum again, dragging him with me.

“Feeling better?” I ask over my shoulder and see sense return in his eyes.

Jealous Big Red is dangerous to my vagina.

“Jesus, yes.” His smile warms me up, making my heart swell.

I’m in so much fucking trouble here.

“Good.” He gently pulls out, and I hiss at the sting.

Red drops to his knees, and I feel his breath on my clit.

“What are you doing?” I try to crawl across the bed, but he grabs my ankles and drags me back.

“Kissing it better.”

“Coffee?” Elizabeth asks as Red and his brother Colton, the family attorney, go over the information on my laptop.

“Yes, thank you.” It’s my second cup, but it’s the only thing keeping me from crawling out of my skin.

It’s all so normal.

His entire family is acting like I’m one of them now. Like I’ve been a fixture in this household for years instead of the stranger that should be up on their doorstep with nowhere to go and fucked their son all night and this morning while the fire alarm went off.

“Eat this.” Kit places a muffin in front of me and then squeezes my shoulder.

“Thanks,” I whisper as I turn to look at Red when my laptop rings with an incoming email.

I find him watching his brother leave the house with a funny look on his face. He seems to snap out of his trance and frowns when he reads my screen.

“Cami, you should see this.” He looks up in sympathy, but I knew it was coming.

“They fire me?” I grin at the nod he gives me.

“Fuck’em. I’m going to step outside to make a call.” I grab my coat, and as I pass by him to the back door, he grabs my hand and spins me so I land on his lap.

He kisses me like I’m his whole world, without a care in the world for who’s watching us.

“Hurry back. It’s warmer today, but I don’t want you getting sick.” It’s the perfect mixture of possessiveness and caring that I didn’t know I was missing in my life.

“Ok.” I stand and shrug on my coat as I open the door.

I dial Evelyn and bite my thumbnail, waiting for her to answer.

“Bitch, what the fuck!” she exclaims.

“Um, so I caught Ryan cheating with his assistant, stole his company files proving he’s committing corporate espionage, fucked the arrogant cowboy I was sent here to screw over, and have been accepted into his cult of a family.” I drag in a large breath as I let my words settle with her.

“You took screwing your client literally. I’m proud of you. Was it good?” I giggle manically.

“So good I wanna have his babies.” Evelyn stops laughing.

“Babe, you need backup?” I nod, then come to my senses cause she can’t see me.

“Hell, yes.” I cry into the phone like the lunatic I am today.

“Say less. I’m on the next flight. I’ll text you the details.” I sigh as I hang up and spin to go back inside.

“Wanna have my babies, huh?” Red grins from the open doorway, and I gulp.

I didn’t close the door behind me. Jesus fucking Christ.

“They all heard me?” He nods his head in silence.

No! Why is this my life? I cover my face with my hands as I feel my cheeks burn.

“So we should probably discuss this then.” I look up in time to see him pull my birth control out of his jeans and twirl it around his fingers.

“Why do you have those?” I step up to him and try to take them away, but he drops them on the ground and quickly stomps them.

“RED!” I watch in shock as the pack breaks apart and all the pills turn to dust under his boot.

“Darlin’, what you should be asking yourself is how long I’ve had them or, better yet, when was the last time you took one? Careful what you wish for.” He places a kiss on my gaping mouth.

Fucking hell. He’s right. I packed them when I left New York, but I haven’t touched them since I got to Texas.

Six days ago.