Raging Heart On_ Friends to Lovers Romance(55)

"You want it that bad, baby? Bend over and I'll show you how a real woman takes it."

"Bend over?" I ask him silently.

In answer, White abandons his stance at the head of the bed and gets up on the bed with me. A nervous flutter sifts through my stomach as he gets next to me.

"My baby wants her ass fucked hard, doesn't she?" he asks, and my pussy literally contracts at the images he evokes, along with a fear. His cock is huge and, well… anal sex isn't something I ever even imagined trying—especially with White.

"Wrong hole. No. Just. No," I hiss, much quieter. "Besides, this is about making a baby, remember?" I tell him, pretty sure I'm trying to remind myself more than him.

"I'm claiming your ass, honey. And this has turned into much more than baby-making," he says back quietly. His voice rakes across my body, causing a strange curl of need to form in my stomach.

"No."

"Yes," he argues back.

"I said no," I mutter, forgetting our game.

"But you mean yes," he says with a grin, and this time, that grin pisses me off—mostly because he could be right.

"I'm pretty sure no means no," I grumble, ready to change the subject because my entire body feels flushed. "No, White! Don't come so fast. I'm not there yet!" I yell out as I look at White with what I hope comes off as a fuck-you look.

"You mean yes. I guarantee if I checked right now, you'd be dripping wet. And quit trying to be a bitch. It just makes me want to take that ass even more," he says, his hands moving from behind my back to grab my ass cheeks, squeezing them so tight I will probably bruise. "I’ve got you, baby. I know what you need. Daddy will always give you what you need," he says and then he spanks me hard with one of his hands.

His words take away my breath. The burn from his spanking hurts because my ass is bare except for the shirt I’m wearing. Underneath the fiery burn, I can feel that knot of need and heat that he's started in my body grow. I want more. I've got a feeling I want whatever I can get—as long as it's White giving it to me.

I think about how he thinks he knows everything. His self-satisfied look annoys me. He thinks he knows me so well. He thinks he knows exactly what to expect from me. When he winks at me with another wise-ass grin, I feel the need to show him he’s not always in charge.

"Harder, White! I need it harder so I can feel every inch of those six inches you're packing!" I cry.

For a moment, I know what it feels like to have total victory over White. I'm euphoric at the disbelief on his face. It feels so good that I forget and bounce harder in happiness and victory. It's a fantastic moment—a moment that is soon over when there's a cracking noise and the bed gives way and falls.

We're tilted to an angle as the box spring and mattress beneath us slam hard on the floor. White falls back. He grabs me before I can fall the opposite way, wrapping me in his arms and protecting my body as we tumble backwards. I hear the breath rush out of White's body as we collide and his back slams against the floor. We lie still as he tries to take air back into his lungs. I'm too much in shock to move. Then, all at once, the door opens. We're hidden by the now-broken bed and I don't want to look. In fact, I go with my first instinct and bury my face in White's chest. He holds me tighter, but sits up so that I'm forced to go with him. We peek over the top of the mattress and there at the door stands Ida Sue, Jansen, Cyan, and Petal.

Kill me now.





CHAPTER 36


WHITE





“Are you still pouting?" Kayla asks me again.

I might be pouting a little. Cyan, Blue, Green, and Gray have all been calling me “little brother” all day thanks to her—and they're not talking about age. The fact that Blue, Green, and Gray weren't here last night means that Cyan has broadcast that shit far and wide. They've been calling me so much to see how their little bro is doing that I've turned my phone off. Sometimes coming from a large family sucks.

"I'm not pouting," I tell her. Admit nothing. Deny everything. It's a good motto to have.

"You could have fooled me. Okay, if you're going to be Mr. Grumpy Gus, I'll leave you to it. I'm going to ride with Cyan out to the north pasture to see the new baby calves."

"It's okay. I'll take you. I was just thinking I needed out of the house for a little while," I tell her. Hell if I'm going to let her be gone all day with Cyan. I'm not sure he thinks of Kayla romantically, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Besides, Kayla is way too innocent for his kind of crazy fuckery.

"You sure?"

"Positive. Let's go. We can take the side-by-side."

"Sounds good," she answers as I fall into step beside her. I reach out and hold her hand. After a second, she relaxes and her fingers entwine with mine. We walk towards the side shed that is attached to the barn. The key to the vehicle is on the wall there. Kayla gets inside as I check the gas and start it up. I lean over to fix Kayla's seatbelt. There's no way she's riding without it. Before I can move away, I feel her fingers on the side of my face, gently brushing through the stubble that's grown there.