Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)(75)

“Oh, yeah?” he asks slyly. “Tell me more about this dude.”

“Well, he’s incredibly hot, fantastic in bed, and he happens to be one of the kindest, wisest, and most caring people Cat Lyons has ever met. He made her sort of look at life from a new perspective.”

“She should totally give him a blow job for that,” Rand says to me earnestly. “He so deserves that, don’t you think?”

I laugh, kiss him again on his lips, and say, “Yes… he totally deserves it.”

I push against his chest so that I start to slide down his body. His arms loosen to allow my descent, and I can feel his cock start to twitch against me as my breasts drag down his abdomen.

“Hey,” Rand whispers, and I halt… looking up at him.

He brings a hand to my face, pushes my hair behind my ear, and says, “I love you. I mean, I really, really love you, and I cannot wait to show you how fantastic that can be.”

I smile, bending forward to kiss his chest before looking back up at him. “I already know how fantastic it is. And I love you too.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs before his hands go to my head and he gently pushes on me to get moving again.





Epilogue


Logan



I think this woman may be the death of me.

A dire prediction, but probably true.

Probably true because she’s not mine to have and I’d probably take her, even at the risk to my own safety.

I’m fixated on her… obsessed really. That black-as-midnight hair and huge, blue eyes the color of the Wyoming sky. Her skin pale… almost translucent. She looks otherworldly, in fact, and it’s no secret that every man in The Silo is obsessed with her as much as I am.

I have to have her, and maybe tonight will be the night. My dick is already hard and aching with the thought, and if I’m given the pleasure of her company, my cock won’t even get to touch her *, which I’m betting is sweeter than honey. I try to look nonchalant as her “owner” walks around The Silo, chatting up the various patrons and deciding who gets to play with her tonight. He’s passed me by on four other occasions. I expect tonight won’t be any different because he knows I don’t have the type of bank he’ll be asking for when he ultimately auctions her off. So many men slobbering to get a taste of her and only one sweet, virginal girl to go around.

That’s right.

She’s a virgin.

Twenty years old and looking like a porcelain china doll that would break if not handled carefully. But I also know she’s stronger than she looks as I’ve watched her take a mouth f*cking like a champ.

She’s a contradiction.

She’s most likely my downfall.

Like I said, she’ll probably be the death of me, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.