I backed off, and I apologized. And now? She’s been gone for hours, with my goddamn truck.
I haven’t stopped moving all fucking day. Shoveling feed, checking fences, anything to keep my hands busy. But no matter how hard I fucking try to sweat her out, she’s still under my skin, still on my tongue, still burning through me like wildfire.
Slamming the barn door shut behind me, my boots hit heavy against the dirt, every step toward the house echoeswith regret. I kissed her, touched her, whispered filthy things into her ear like she was mine to fucking ruin.
I’m halfway to throwing myself onto the couch, marinating in my shame when the front door explodes open so hard it nearly comes off the damn hinges.
Catalina storms in like a Category five disaster, the scent of champagne and citrus trailing after her, she’s dressed in a clingy black dress that might as well be painted onto her curves. Her eyes blaze as she stomps through the entryway, and for one brief second, I forget my fucking name.
Before I can blink—POOF. POOF. POOF. POOF.
Four goddamn glitter bombs explode against my chest. Pink, black and gold sparkles rain over me like I pissed off a vengeful fairy. It’s in my beard, my lashes, and my fucking boots.
Is that cow sequins?
In utter disbelief, I settle back into the couch, glitter-coated, while she marches toward me, her delicate hands planted on her hips, looking so fucking edible it hurts.
“¡Eres un pedazo de mierda, Carter Hayes!” she screams, her voice shaking with rage.
I blink. I have no goddamn clue what she just said. But fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“¡Eres un vaquero estúpido y terco!” she fires off. “¡Sigue chingando!”
Every syllable is wrapped in that molten Spanish that shoots straight to my dick.
God help me, I’m not listening. All I can think about is her pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock. Those lips, already bruised from kissing, stretched open as she takes me in. Her throat swallowing every inch of me like she was made for it.
I lean back into the couch, my arms crossed, legs spread wide, and I watch her fall apart in front of me. Her fury is sharp, but all I can see is the way that thin dress moves when she does, clinging to her thighs, peeks of skin I’ve already memorized.
She snaps her fingers in my face. “Are you even fucking listening to me?!”
I stand, towering over her tiny frame, trembling with rage. My hand lifts before I can stop it, my fingers brush over her plump lips, tracing the softness there.
“Not a damn word.”
She slaps my hand away and shoves me hard in the chest. It doesn’t move me, not physically. But inside? I’m fucking obliterated.
“That all you got, princess?”
She snarls, actually snarls and spins around, muttering in Spanish like she’s casting a spell to burn me alive.
“You apologized,” she spits, pacing. “Like what happened was a fucking mistake. Kissing me, touching me, grinding your fucking hard cock against me while whispering how bad you wanted to be inside me—was something you needed to take back.”
I flinch. Because every word’s true, and every word fucking hurts.
“I can’t—” I start.
She whips around, facing me, chestnut eyes burning into mine. “You can’t? Or you won’t? Because I was there, Carter. I felt it. I felt your mouth, your hands, your fucking dick pressed against me so hard I couldn’t think straight, and you wanted it. So don’t stand there now acting like I hallucinated the whole fucking thing.”
I stare at her, the fire burning within her, at the pieces ofme she holds in her fists like they were always meant to be hers.
“Yeah,” I finally say. “I wanted it.”
She freezes.
“I still fucking want it,” I say, my voice shaky for some reason. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I shouldn’t, you’re Vartan’s daughter and?—”
“Oh my god,” she groans, throwing her arms up. “You’re still hung up on that?”
