Her lust-filled eyes held mine. “Yes.”

I shifted, pulling her legs from around my waist and lifting them so they rested on my shoulders. Then I slid back in, and this time I could go deeper than I ever had been. Her mouth fell open, a silent cry ripping free as her back arched and her eyes darkened further with hunger and pleasure.

“Harder. I want you to fuck me.”

Holy shit.

My dick twitched in need. “You sure?”

“Yes.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me down so I was staring right into her face. I braced myself with my other hand, but I had her hand pinned to the bed on the other side. Her knees bent, resting over my arms. “Goddammit, Brody.”

I groaned. I was addicted to her. I knew this wasn’t just fucking. I wasn’t just reminding her that she was human. I was trying to brand her. I was trying to make her feel she was mine so deep inside that she’d never leave again.

My hand flexed around hers, digging into the sheets, and then I did as she asked.

I fucked her, rough and hard—unrelenting.

My body stretched out, and I kept thrusting into her.

I felt her come again, her back arching off the bed as she gasped, letting herself shatter, but I didn’t stop. I needed my release. My body was demanding it, burning for it. I still held off. I kept sliding in and out, going deeper and deeper until I couldn’t stop my release from ripping through me. It was like a rope stretched as tight as it could go, and then it snapped, recoiling with passion.

My body was convulsing.

Pulsating.

Trembling.

So was hers.

As I slipped out of her, I searched for her mouth. It was becoming a drug to me. I nuzzled her jaw, and she turned, her lips finding mine. It was a soft and sweet kiss, drawn-out, and I was panting afterward.

So was she, her chest lifting up and down as she caught her breath.

I held on to her, wrapping her tight in my arms, and I buried my head into the crook of her neck and shoulder. She smelled of the wild. Fresh air and the earth with a slight hint of vanilla, and she was mine.

I dropped another soft kiss to her shoulder.

We didn’t talk the rest of the night, and I rose above her once more.

But she never left.

She never left.

Morgan

I was in the barn a week later.

I wanted to check on the horses because they weren’t getting brushed down or washed at the end of their long days. The staff wasn’t taking appropriate care of them, so I got into the habit of sneaking in at night and doing it myself.

Four days ago, Brody woke alone and came looking for me, and since then, he had helped me when they weren’t shooting late into the night. So as I was finishing putting Butter into her stall, I didn’t react when I heard the barn door rolling open.

The thought that it was Brody settled me, but then I froze.

An alarm went off.

He was working tonight and said he wouldn’t be back till four in the morning. Plus, he never used the big door. He jumped the fence and came in through the back.

“The horse handler thanked me for brushing down the horses, or having someone do it. I didn’t know what she was talking about, and then it hit me yesterday.”

My frozen state didn’t thaw.

Matthew had been gone on a business trip, and while I knew Finn told him what happened, he hadn’t been back since.

Seeing him a few feet away—he was back now.

His arm rested on the barn door like he would block me if I tried to run out that way.

Seeing I didn’t bolt, he nodded to himself, his hand dropping from the doorway and sliding into his pocket. He was dressed like he’d come straight from a meeting, but his collar was pulled out and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone. His hair wasn’t slicked back like it normally was. It was messy.

He looked tired. There were bags under his eyes.

“You’re almost becoming normal again, a regular tenant of the Kellerman estate.”

Was that true?

Since the night Brody destroyed his hard drive, I hadn’t been able to pull myself from his arms. I slept in his bed every night, left to go see the herd when he was working, and timed it so I was always back around the same time he was.

It gave me a thrill every time I walked in to find him already waiting for me, knowing I’d be in his arms within moments. He always showered before coming to bed, and I showered with him those times. I no longer smelled like one of the herd, and the stallion hadn’t liked it. He had taken to rearing back when I approached, but Shiloh never left my side. Shoal didn’t either. After a while, he accepted my new scent, but I knew he was unsettled by it.

“What do you want, Matthew?”

His head lifted, resignation weighing on his shoulders. He swallowed once and then murmured, “I’m told you destroyed my computer.”

I lifted my head. “Not your computer. Your hard drive.”

“And what gave you the impression you could touch my computer, much less destroy it?” His eyes were narrowed to slits. His anger just underneath his surface.

It struck me then how much we had both changed.

A month ago, Matthew would’ve just been happy to be talking to me. That was gone.

“You violated my privacy, and the evidence was on that computer. You’re goddamn right I destroyed it.” I narrowed my eyes to slits. “I’d do it again too.”