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"Look at the way you take me with those soft gasps every time I stretch you. Perfect. Absolutely perfect," he breathes.

Another hard orgasm hits me, and I soak the bed and us quivering.

"Yes, darlin'!" He leans down and bites my shoulder and doesn't let up. "You're my perfect little fucktoy, aren't you?"

"Y-y-yes!" I scream.

He reaches for my clit, pinches it hard, and demands, "Louder, baby! Let me hear how much you love it."

More loud noises come out of me. Endorphins thunder into my cells.

He demands, "Come again, sugar. I want to feel you milk me."

I'm helpless against it. Another wave hits even harder. Jagger buries his face in my neck, groaning my name as his rhythm falters. He thrusts deep one last time and comes with a guttural sound, pulsing hot inside me.

We stay like that, locked together, breathing hard. Slowly, he lowers my leg, then kisses me soft and tender.

Did that really just happen?

When he pulls away, I inhale fresh oxygen and offer a tiny smile. I squeak out, "That was fun. What do you want to do the rest of the night?"

He chuckles, then murmurs against my lips, "That was just the beginning, sweetheart."

I smile, dazed and utterly wrecked. "Well then. Happy New Year to me."

CHAPTER FOUR

Jagger

My phone lights up the ceiling before it makes a single sound, and I already know before I look at it that whatever's on that screen is going to ruin the best night I've had in longer than I care to admit.

Lainey's tucked against my side, her hair spread across my chest. One leg's thrown over mine like she claimed her territory and has no intention of giving it back. Her breathing's slow and even, the kind of deep sleep a person only falls into when they've stopped fighting whatever kept them awake.

I don't move for a solid minute, just watching the gray light creeping in around the blinds, cataloging the exact weight of her against me so I don't forget it.

The phone buzzes again, harder this time, rattling against the nightstand, and I reach for it before it wakes her.

Dad: Where the hell are you?

Dad: Sun's up in an hour, and those fences won't fix themselves.

Dad: Mason says you left the bar with some girl. Hope she's worth losing half your cattle over.

I ease my arm out from under Lainey's neck an inch at a time, holding my breath until she settles back into the pillow without stirring, then sit up slowly. The clock on the nightstand reads five past five, and my chest tightens with a familiar, ugly weight. It's the one that shows up every single time my father decides the ranch matters more than anything else going on in my life, which happens to be every day that ends in y.

I type back one-handed.

Me: Sebastian said he and Alexander were gonna fix the fence last night.

Dad: That would be fine if this was a two-person job.

Me: What do you mean?

Dad: Just get your ass here unless you want to lose all your cattle.

Fuck!

I set the phone face down and stay planted, elbows on my knees, staring at the wall, wondering why my father can't ever be happy with me.