Page 25 of Untamed
I’ll give you a hint. She’s not like her older sister and constantly barefoot. “Really?” I ask, because again, obviously. I stare down at the thief. She grabs my hand like we’re best buds, holding it. “I liked them.”
“I don’t got time for this crap. Give her back the bike.” I let go of Morgan’s hand and gesture to her feet. “Give him his boots.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she pouts, a set firm line to her cherry red lips. “I don’t want to give back the boots. I like ’em.”
“Then you can’t have your bike!” the boy yells, sticking his tongue out for good measure.
“You’re a big dummy head!”
I have to physically separate them after this and all the while I’m thinking to myself, what if Wyatt acts like this? Surely he won’t, will he? “This is ridiculous. Morgan, give him the damn boots.”
Plopping down on the ground, she rips them off and throws them at the boy. “I don’t like you.” And then her eyes find mine, like she hates me too.
“I don’t like you more,” Saylor says, scowling at her with a snarled lip.
But then they walk toward the garage together and I leave. What the hell did I agree to here? Babysitting a kid and avoiding her sister? Seriously, I gotta get this shit done and leave immediately.
Back in the barn, I curse that little blonde kid and I can’t help the direction my eyes move to. The house where I know Maesyn is. Fuck, I want her. I want to rush inside that house, push her up against the wall and kiss the fuck out of her. Then take her up to her room and show her how pissed I am that she lied to me. Then fuck her. I know, so goddamn backward, but it’s the truth.
I can see Maesyn standing in the kitchen, looking out toward the barn. Our eyes catch, hold, refusing to let go. I can’t deny it. I have a possessiveness toward her. I’m always quick to stand up for what I believe is right and despite her lying to me, something’s keeping me just within her sinful reach. I’m not sure I can let this girl go as easily as I want to. Desire can be the death of a man.
