Liam
Iwait a second before leaving the barn. I don’t want to spend the long ride back within swinging distance of that shit kicker.
“Alright come on, let’s get out of here.”
I feel bad leaving Samantha high and dry, but I sure as hell didn’t sign up for this. I was supposed to swoop in, sweep her off her feet, and spend half a million on the wedding. Nowhere did the old man say I was going to do some crazy on the spot fuck-off to win the girl’s heart.
Sure, last night was a hell of a lot of fun, but I’d be lying if I said that had anything to do with him. Samantha was hellfire in the best sense of the word, and with what we were doing to her, we had turned her fire into a raging inferno.
But did it have to be with him of all people?
As I ride back home, my mind drifts back to an old memory buried deep in the back of my mind.
My family had a stud bull named Brutus. He was as big as a truck, and if you gave him a few feet to run he could hit like one.
Him, his father, and his grandfather before him fathered hundreds upon hundreds of the cows in my family’s care. That line was the backbone of my family legacy.
Now, because he and his forefathers were such important pillars of our business, they spent most of their lives close to the base ranch. Which, while it was a reasonable size, he and his one-and-a-half tons of fun needed more legroom than most. Occasionally, as a thanks to the big guy, we’d let him run free across the open range where the general herd would roam.
Though, one day, the big guy didn’t come back with the herd. At the time, I figured he was enjoying some off the clock work time with a cute cow that caught his eye.
So, I went out on horseback to go fetch him and found him lying dead in the fields with birds picking away at him. A hole in the side of his head big enough for me to stick my fist through told me someone came by and took a rifle to his head. It didn’t help that I just so happened to find his body on the border between my land and his.
I tracked down that bastard before noon. Had I lost the last shred of sanity to which I was clinging, I’d have shot him on sight.
“Did you shoot my bull??”
“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about son.”
“You’re the only one around here that would do such a thing.”
“If you don’t get out of here it’ll be you that’s got a bullet in him, not no damn bull!”
Of course denied it, but he sure knew a lot about how much Brutus and his line had meant to my family. He knew just what wound that’d leave on my heart and my legacy.
That man reminds me of Asher. The fact that he is the one that is standing between me and Samantha makes my blood boil. With the shit he’s pulled, he doesn’t deserve a woman like Samantha’s time of day.
I might not know her the best outside of our exceptional physical compatibility, but the girl has a spark to her that’s second to none. Between her watery blue eyes and golden hair combined with her majestic face and body made for sin and then some, she is truly without equal.
What does she see in him? I think about the way her smile turned drunk as he came inside her, the way her voice sounded like we were exorcising her demons when she took both of us at once. It plays in my mind on an endless loop.
I can’t deny that, in my heart of hearts, I’m not sure I could ever bring her that pleasure alone. She was amazing our first time together and she did things with me that no other women had even tried to do before, but she wasn’t like she was last night.
The greedy smile on her face as she indulged in both of us, like she wanted everything we could give her and more. The pride I felt in that moment was only matched by the shame I feel right now.
Why the fuck hasn’t she made a decision? It isn’t that complicated. Him or me. Which do you want?
After a long ride spent lost in thought, I’ve come to the conclusion that she’s likely playing the both of us, looking to get her thrills and maybe a gift or two. It wouldn’t be the first time it’d happen to me, and likely the same for him.
“Fucking women.”