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was pissed off that Harlan
didn’t see. He was going to drive his ranch right into the ground
and Kara’s future along with it if she didn’t get out in time.
That’s what he was determined to do, but he was too blind and
stubborn to see it.
    Down at my cabin, the
door was ajar. I didn’t like that. I’d spent one too many nights
in mixed company, crashing in places where I didn’t have my own
space and I couldn’t lock anyone out. Now that I had it, I was
never going back. My place was my own. No one messed with it. I had a
Swiss army knife in my back pocket. Slowly, I worked it into my palm
as I silently eased open the door.
    There, on my bed, lay
Kara Brooks. She had her shirt pulled up and a full breast in her
hand, kneading and stroking it. Her jean shorts were unbuttoned and
wiggled down her hips. Her panties were pulled down. She had her hand
on her pussy, her fingers deep up inside of her folds as she moaned
and gasped and writhed on my bed.
    “Uh! Oh!” she
called out in need, pleasuring herself with fast, urgent fingers.
Tossing her head to the side, she played with the aroused, erect
point of her nipple while she turned her face into my pillow. She
breathed deep, taking in my scent.
    I thought I might
explode. I stood there, unable to move, not believing what I was
seeing, my cock as hard as a rock.
    “Declan,” she
exhaled, eyes closed, completely unaware that I stood there watching.
Her fingers feverishly circled her clit and she moaned. She was
getting close. So was I, standing there watching my deepest fantasy
coming to life right before my eyes.
    It couldn’t be
happening. That was the bed I touched myself on, the bed I’d spent
long nights with my hard dick in my hand wanting her. I couldn’t be
watching her pleasuring herself on that same bed, my bed. Kara, the
untouchable, innocent farm girl, the one I’d want but never have,
playing with her own tits and gliding her fingers in and out of her
slick, needy pussy while she fantasized about me. Holy shit.
    She writhed on my bed,
arching her back up. Her fingers worked in and out of her slit, fast,
urgent, rubbing her slippery clit like she’d die if she didn’t
come. Then she jammed her fingers up inside of her, deep. And she
called out my name. “Declan!” Her body jerked and shuddered, her
fingers way up inside of her, milking herself as she sighed and
shivered, coming down from what looked like a spectacular orgasm.
    “Kara.” I stepped
into the room.
    Flushed, breathless,
she looked up at me. Then she panicked. She jackknifed up, pulling
her shirt down and starting to button her jeans.
    “What are you doing
here?” she choked out.
    “I live here.” I
strode over to her on the bed.
    “I didn’t think you
were back. I just came in to—”
    I was on top of her
before she could say anymore, nervous excuses tumbling out of her
gorgeous mouth. I grabbed her wrists and stretched them out above her
head, trapping her hot little body beneath mine. She gasped under my
assault.
    Taking my time now, I
wrapped her fingers through my own, twining myself around her.
    “If I smell these
fingers,” I asked her, low and secret, just between us, “will I
smell that sweet pussy of yours?”
    She gasped and twisted
beneath me, caught.
    I breathed deeply,
inhaling her scent, the strawberry mixed with musky need. “I can
smell you right now.” My head down, along her neck, under her chin,
I scented her like an animal savoring its prey. Sweet, hot, juicy.
    “I know what you’ve
been doing, Kara. I watched you. I heard you call out my name.”
    “No,” she
protested, struggling beneath me. Her breath came hard, her eyes
half-closed with desire. The war within her raged.
    “You know what
happens when you play with fire, Princess. You get burned.” Still
pinning her wrists with one hand, I trailed my fingers down her side,
searing a path along her curves, stopping at her waist. I parted her
legs with my large, powerful thigh and pressed the