Page 81 of Last Mile

“Say it,” I instructed as I revved the ATV’s motor.

Samantha turned up her chin and stared at the sky. When she didn’t respond, I said, “I’ll stay right here until you say it— your growling stomach be damned.”

“I don’t take orders,” she said as she continued eying the clouds.

Whirling around, I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her around to sit on my lap.

“Bishop, what are you⁠—”

I silenced her by crushing my mouth against hers. At the same

time, I brought my hand between her legs. She gasped when I began

to stroke her over her jeans. “Say it, Samantha.”

“Mmm,” she whimpered, her hips rising and falling in time with

my hand.

“Say that you’re my woman, or I won’t let you come.”

“You don’t play fair,” she panted.

“No, babe, I don’t. And I always get what I want.” I brought my hand to the button of her jeans. Once I popped it open, I slid my hand inside. As my fingers grazed against her stomach, she sucked in a breath, which she wheezed out the moment I slipped two fingers inside her.

“Are you going to say it now?”

Staring me straight in the eye, Sam said, “I’m your woman, you fucking Neanderthal asshole.”

I threw my head back with a laugh. “I guess that’s one way to say it.”

She ground her hips against my hand. “Now make me come.”

“I’m the one to give the orders around here.”

Samantha grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck and tugged it hard. “If you don’t make me come now, I won’t let you fuck me for at least a week. If not longer.”

I groaned. “Man, you drive a hard bargain.”

She grinned. “And you let your dick make all your decisions.”

“I am a man, aren’t I?”

“True. Very true.”

I began to pump my fingers harder and faster inside Samantha.

She pulled my head to hers, and we started kissing madly. Our tongues battled with the same intensity as my hand and her hips. As

she started over the edge, she moaned into my mouth. I pulled back

to watch as her eyes pinched shut with pleasure, and she bit down on

her lip. Damn, she was fucking hot when she came.

When her walls stopped clenching around my finger, I with-

drew my hand. As I buttoned and zipped her jeans, Samantha gave