The Wrangler (Wild For Her Series Book 3)

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by Ally Prince


  After another hour she was all packed. A truck had loaded all her things and told her they would see her in a few days in Florida.

  It was really happening.

  We were hugging goodbye when our streak of luck ran out.

  “Oh, the fucker,” Mom whispered into my shoulder.

  I tried not to snort in her ear, but it was hard. I liked this side of her so much more. But it came with risks.

  “There you are. Where the fuck have you been?” my father bellowed as he came up the steps to our stately home. Did I mention I hadn’t been at work this week? I just didn’t go. I had decided I’d had enough.

  “Here,” I replied shortly untangling myself from my mother and turning my attention in his direction.

  “When are you going to act like your fucking suppose to? I could get someone more qualified and not fucking dumb to do your job.” It was a threat that had zero substance.

  “You do that,” I snapped.

  My mother sucked in a breath behind me, but it was my father’s frosty glare that should have forewarned me of the thin ice I was currently standing on.

  “What did you say?”

  “You heard me.”

  “No, I don’t think I did. Because if I did, things are about to get ugly, Kayla. So you might want to rethink your statement.”

  I said nothing, I was not backing down this time.

  He stepped closer.

  I sucked in a breath.

  His hands fisted.

  My mom gasped.

  His fist connected with my face. The sound rather deafening as my head was whipped to the side. I staggered, my hands instantly coming to my face to hold it. Fuck it hurt. Tears welled, but I blinked them away, I was not admitting defeat here. He would not win again. Black spots danced in my eyes briefly as I regained my senses.

  “The number of things I do for you and this is how you repay me? You can’t even keep a man happy. You deserve to be treated like the shit you are.” The words stung, I will admit that, but the power he’d once held over me was fading. I had found a man who treated me like a woman and showed me what a man was meant to be, and this person in front of me was no man. He was a coward.

  When I righted myself, I looked over at my mother, tears streaked her cheeks, but she gave me a small nod. A car rolled down the drive, and I took that as my cue to leave.

  I glared at my father, pretending my face was not on fire and my eye was not swelling. “I hope like fuck you get what’s coming for you.”

  “You be careful, or that pretty boy might find himself in some shit.” Again, his threat was pretty tame. I hated he was targeting Nick because of me, but Nick was strong enough to take him on.

  “You be careful, or that pretty little thing you like to fuck might turn up on the front page.” His cheek darkened instantly, he launched forward, but I managed to get down the stairs without him catching me.

  “You are not welcome here anymore. I will call the cops.”

  I flipped him the bird over my shoulder and when I rounded to the driver’s seat of Nick’s truck, I was pleased to see Mom had timed her escape perfectly, and she was getting into the back seat of the car.

  Jonathan Summer had no idea what he was in for. I would make sure he got what he deserved because I was done with him threatening me and those I loved.

  Chapter 10

  Kayla

  I didn’t want to go back to the ranch, but at the same time, the place called to me. It was only because Nick was going to lose it when he saw me. It would mean that he really felt for me, but it would also put him at risk. A risk I didn’t want him to take.

  I by-passed the workshop and headed straight for the homestead. Parking his truck, I raced inside and headed straight to the freezer. I knew well enough there was some truth to the old wives’ tale that something frozen helped the swelling. And I wanted to cry. Not because of the pain, but because I’d learned that lesson at the hand of this man and other men that I was pretty fucking useless. No. No, I was not. I would not go there. He would not make me think less of myself anymore.

  I found a bag of frozen vegetables and pressed them to my eye. It was mostly the bone above my eye. I’d glimpsed myself in Nick’s rear-view and knew I was going to have a shiner there would be no hiding.

  It was the knock at the door that had me edging quietly to it. My father wouldn’t knock politely like that. I checked through the glass and sighed but also cringed. The door opened the wrong way, I wouldn’t even be able to hide behind it.

  “Miss Kayla,” an older man called in a thick accent that I couldn’t place.

  I pulled open the door, the bag still at my eye and pasted on my best smile. The poor guy’s dark eyes narrowed instantly before he stuck his head in the door a little more looking around.

  “You okay, I have a gun in the truck.” I began to laugh but stopped it quickly the action hurt.

  “I’m okay now, no-one is here with me.”

  “Right, Mr. Nick called, you not answer. He wants something over at well eleven and me not allowed to drive.”

  “You want me to go to Nick?” I didn’t want to go to Nick, but it could be a good thing because he will be busy and unable to retaliate.

  The older man nodded. “I loaded the white truck for you, if you can.” He pointed to his eye. I nodded.

  “Give me five to change, and I will come down and get the truck and you can tell me where I need to go. I will get lost.”

  “I wait here.” He moved and leaned against the stone wall, propping a boot up and staring off into the distance. That was my cue to get changed. I placed the veggies back in the freezer and quickly dashed to the bedroom to change out of my new jeans. I grabbed my mucking boots at the door and threw on a scarf.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Oh, sorry. I’m Boris.” I shook his hand, and we strolled around the house then down toward the workshops.

  Once we arrived, he walked me to the truck and gave me directions. He stressed that if I hit the river I had gone too far. I didn’t even know there was a river on Nick’s land. How about that?

  With limited knowledge, I headed off with Nick’s supplies. My head was aching, I should have taken something for the pain.

  The roads were reasonable, in fact, most of the roads I’d been on with Nick were not what I expected. Perhaps I really didn’t have any knowledge about ranches, I was thinking that was it.

  The drive took around half an hour, only because I was being cautious. This was not my truck nor my property. I made sure to shut the gates behind me and I took care to not scare the cattle.

  As I came over a rise, I spotted a white work truck next to a large solar panel and a windmill. Nick was halfway up or down the windmill when I pulled to a stop not far from the bottom. Even several feet in the air he looked huge, too big to be on the thin railings of the ladder. I glanced up briefly and quickly dropped my head, I didn’t need him falling to his death because he spotted my eye.

  I waited until I heard his feet hit the ground before I moved in his direction.

  “You’re the best-looking assistant—” He stopped and took in my appearance and continued, “What the fuck happened to you?” His voice went from playful to murderous in no time at all.

  I smiled and winced, it hurt a little to do that. He approached fast and before I could protest I was in his arms, tightly. I sagged against him, inhaling his strong scent, he felt like home.

  “I need words, Kitten.” I could pick up the strain in his voice.

  My sigh was heavy. I nuzzled deeper into his chest, my nose nearly going under his arm.

  “I take it that was your father.”

  I nodded his grip on me tightened. “Yeah, he didn’t take it well that his threats no longer had any leeway with me. He called you a pretty boy and said he would target you.”

  Nick growled a little, but his hands moved up and down my back. “I can take anything he throws this way, Kitten. What about your mom?”

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�She left today, too. Pretty sure she has wiped the company out or sold it or something, she wouldn’t say but said he’d find out soon.”

  “Let me look at you.” Nick pulled me back his hands bracing my face, his green eyes pained. I watched them take in every inch of my face, stopping on the eye more often, his brow furrowed, and he huffed out a long breath through his nose. “You are so fucking beautiful, Kitten.” He brought his lips to mine. His tongue explored leisurely, his hands firm on the side of my head. I moved my hands under his jacket. The heat from his body radiated through his shirt. He groaned into my mouth, pushing his groin into my stomach. My belly filled with need instantly. My hands tugged at his shirt to try to get it out of his jeans. I needed to feel him.

  “Whoa, Kitten.” He pulled back, green eyes searching mine. “It’s cold out. We can take this to my truck.” Heat flooded my veins, we were so heading to his truck. I tugged him in the direction and he laughed behind me. “You sure you’re up to it?” I stopped in my tracks and spun to face him. His concern for me was overwhelming. Tears flooded my eyes, and I sniffed. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” His hands touched the sides of my face again, his thumbs wiping away tears.

  “I know. It’s just.” Wow! I fucking love this man. With his broody eyes that tell me so much, with his rugged looks and strong heart.

  “I know, Kitten. I feel it, too.” Nick took the lead. He lifted me to his waist, clamped his lips onto mine and made short work of the distance to his truck. He pushed me up against it. His cock nudging in all the right places, but there were too many clothes. Nick’s hand snuck under my sweater and tugged at the layers before growling. “You don’t make it easy, Kitten.” I laughed but not for long. Nick opened the door to the truck and threw me in the back seat. The sheer need in his eyes had me pushing off my mucking boots. The growl he gave me obliterated my panties.

  I loved this man, and I would show him just how much.

  Nick

  I pulled my coat off and threw it into the bed of the truck. It might be winter, but my skin was so heated I didn’t feel a thing. Kayla had me on fire. She was shimmying out of her jeans as I toed out of my boots. Her long legs looking enticing and I wanted to dive between them, but I needed inside her more.

  The mar on her face infuriated me beyond anything I’d ever felt. But I would channel that rage into something tender and beautiful as I took her very soon. She deserved the fucking world and I would give it to her. Her bright blues eyes were eager and full of unspoken words, she didn’t need to say what I knew, what I felt, but we would soon enough.

  I unbuttoned my shirt, the cool air licking at my heated flesh as my little Kitten slid her panties down her legs. She was undeniably the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  “Can I leave some layers up top?” she panted out.

  “Hell, no. If I’m freezing my balls off your nipples are coming with me.” She laughed and sat up to slip her many, many layers off. When her bra landed on the driver’s seat, I was completely naked and pretty sure I would get icicles on my ass if I stood out there much longer. I moved to the door and hopped into the truck pulling the door shut behind me. It really wasn’t much warmer, but it soon would be.

  “Jesus, your hands are freezing.” Gooseflesh broke out on top of gooseflesh when her icy fingers grazed my ribs. Whose bright idea was this?

  Her chin started quivering and her teeth clinking together.

  “Hang on.” I maneuvered a little to reach into the front of the truck to start the engine and turn the heat on, I should have done that before getting undressed. She made grabby fingers at me as I came back. I managed to somewhat lay on top of her. Her breasts to my chest, her heat against my cock. Moving to settle on my forearms near her head, I gazed down at her. Fuck, I wanted to kill that man.

  “Don’t look at it,” she growled a little annoyed at me and wiggled her hips. I was about to launch into a huge spiel about killing him when she reached up and claimed my lips. All thoughts of Summer faded. Kayla made a little mewling sound that shot straight to my cock. I moved my weight onto one arm while I snuck the other down between us. Her folds were warm and wet, ready for me. My finger grazed her opening, her body shuddered a little and began to tremble when I applied some pressure to her clit.

  “You ready?” She lifted her hips and bit my bottom lip. Fuck, if that wasn’t a turn on. I gripped my cock and lined him up, slipping him inside her slowly. Her legs moved to accommodate me and allow me to get closer. I think I might be one of the few teenagers that never had sex in the back of a truck because let’s face it, it was cramped. Her cold hands reached for my ass pulling me closer, deeper. Once I was all the way in she sighed something.

  “What’s wrong, Kitten?”

  “Nothing, it’s perfect, you’re perfect.” Her lips were on mine again and we moved slowly, sensually. I couldn’t get deep enough—the space wouldn’t allow it. I couldn’t move enough. But we made it work. Our hips ground together, bodies moving in unison. It was so fucking good. Too good. I stopped.

  “What did I do?” Those blues eyes snapped opened and looked alarmed.

  “Nothing, Kitten. I’m gonna blow.” Her blush crept up her face, and she smiled up at me and fuck if that wasn’t the best thing in the world. Until she clamped down on me, hard.

  “Kitten,” I groaned when she did it again. I loved her fucking pussy.

  “Please, come.”

  I moved a hand to her knee and pulled it high against my ribs, allowing me to get deeper, she adjusted the other one on her own, and when I slid in I was fully seated in heaven. Fuck, this was not helping.

  “I’m gonna make this right, Kitten. He will never hurt you again.” I gently touched her face, her eyes welled with tears and she nodded.

  “Make me yours.”

  I’m not sure what it was about those words coming from her lips, but they hit hard deep inside. I growled, claiming her lips and thrusting fast. My hips bucked. Her head began to hit the door but her little noises convinced me that it didn’t matter. I touched the deepest part of her over and over again. A strangled moan escaped her lips moments before her pussy squeezed the life out of me. She convulsed, her body tightening and trembling so hard. My pace quickened and my cock swelled. Her walls milked me, making sure it was well and truly spent. I slowed my movements letting the last waves of pleasure wash over both of us. Her lips once again found mine. This kiss wet and languid. Our bodies catching breath, our hands roaming. It was damn perfect.

  After catching my breath for a moment, I pulled back a little and glanced down at her, all spread out under me. Flushed cheeks, messy hair and swollen lips, the girl had never looked better, that is, if there wasn’t a huge ass bruise on her face.

  She frowned up at me. “Don’t look at it.”

  I snorted. “Easy for you to say, Kitten.”

  “You made a mess.” It was my turn to frown for a moment before her body clenched lightly reminding me we were still connected. I smiled widely. Yeah, I made one hell of a mess and I wanted to do it again.

  “Yeah, how about—”

  The knock on the window cut me off. I quickly dropped down on Kayla as she squealed.

  “Nick, it’s Kevin.”

  Fuck!

  I waited, but he didn’t say anything else.

  “What?” I hollered, before scenting Kayla’s neck and licking her earlobe. My cock twitched, and it was my turn to groan. I pulled back a little and looked up to see if I could spot him, but windows were fogged and I laughed.

  “We have a situation you need to see.”

  That sounded ominous.

  “Give me a minute.”

  “Will do. I’m looking the other way in case you’re wondering.”

  Kayla giggled under me. I pulled out, looking down to see my fluid leak from her. With my finger, I reached for it, but her little hand stopped me.

  “What are you doing?”

  My eyes met hers. Her cheeks glowed, I offered her a reassuring smile a
nd moved her hand. My finger grazed her pussy, I parted her folds and rubbed me all over her tender flesh. She was groaning, and her hips were moving, and I was hard as a fucking rock.

  “See what you do to me?” I looked down at my cock, milky cum already glistening at his tip.

  “What I do?” her voice rose, and her eyes narrowed. “You’re not going to finish, are you?” I swear little horns started to sprout because that glare, fuck it was funny.

  “Kitten, I’ve got work to do. But if I could, I would stay here all day and fuck you. Fill you over and over again, but I can’t.” I leaned forward stealing a quick kiss before getting to my knees again and opening the door behind me. “Kevin, do not turn around,” I warned as I stepped out into the frigid air.

  “Shut the door,” Kayla squealed. I did so and went about getting my own clothes back on. Once Kayla opened the door and appeared flushed but dressed, I turned to Kevin. Were his shoulders shaking?

  “What’s up?” He leaned forward bracing himself on his knees. The fucker was laughing at me. “Kevin?”

  “Sorry, it’s kind of funny, you gotta admit that.” He turned a huge smile on his face, but it dropped the minute he noticed Kayla, and he was moving forward. “What the hell happened here?” There was an accusation in his tone, but I knew Kevin well enough to know it was not directed at me.

  “My dad,” her soft voice replied.

  Kevin cursed but turned his attention to me. “We found something. Looks a hell of a lot like pesticide poisoning and there’s a fence down for a full mile.”

  “This is my fault.”

  I spun to face her. “Do not ever think that. I was dealing with his shit long before you came along, Kitten. You are not to blame. I can fix this.” And I would. Eventually we would get him but for now, we would have to see how bad the damage was, and we’d take it from there. I really hoped the guy got tired real soon because this was getting old and someone was going to be injured. And I would die before I would let Kayla be hurt at his hands again.

 

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