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Yeah, I believed that.

“I think there’s a bad girl in you. I think when you get going, you’reverynaughty.”

“I—”

“You’re in the barn with me, my finger inside you.” With that, I slid that one digit in slowly, but nice and deep. She moaned, gripped my arms, clenched down hard.

“Good girls don’t get fingerfucked up against a wall,” I said against her ear. My wolf could hear the way her heartbeat accelerated, and I couldn’t miss the way her pussy gushed all over my hand. Yeah, Audrey liked to get dirty.

“Good girls don’t get their pussies licked.” I kissed down her neck, across her collarbone. I bit the fabric of her shirt over her nipple. Then I dropped to my knees and tugged her pants and panties down to her thighs.

She mewled, her feet shifting with the sudden change. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. Sweet. Beautiful. The scent of her nectar sent my blood zinging, and this close, it made my mouth water. I leaned in and kissed it softly once, then licked into her folds.

My hat was in the way, so I took it off, set it on the ground beside me.

And then I couldn’t hold back. I wrestled her pants lower, so I could pry her thighs wide. I lifted one and delved my tongue everywhere—between her folds, around her clit, inside her swollen entrance. She was as fucking sweet as I thought. As it coated my lips, my chin… I knew I’d know this scent anywhere. I was marked. Everyone on the ranch would know exactly where I’d been, and that made my wolf puff up with pride and made me one possessive fucker.

“Oh!” Her slender fingers wove into my hair at first—I thought—to steady herself, then urging me on, pulling my face into her juicy flesh. I licked and teased, even let my teeth graze her sensitive nubbin of pleasure. That made her tug, made it hurt so good.

Her thigh pressed against my ear, trembling. Her stomach shuddered on her breaths, and the sounds she made—fuck! My dick was harder than stone listening to those little frantic breaths and cries. Pre-cum spurted from the throbbing tip and stained my boxers and jeans. It would definitely leave a mark.

I screwed one finger into her and pumped it while I sucked her clit. Her standing leg buckled, but I wouldn’t let her fall. I held her up, pinned between my mouth and the barn wall.

“Boyd.Ohmygod—Boyd.”

I fucking loved the sound of my name on her lips, especially with that desperate tremor to her voice, her taste on my tongue, her inner walls rippling around my thick finger.

I worked a second into her tight channel and curled both of them to stroke her inner wall, seeking her g-spot. The moment I found it, she gave a strangled cry. The tissue raised and stiffened under my fingers. I couldn’t help but grin against that perfect center of sweet flesh knowing she was so responsive for me. That I was right. She was a bad, bad girl.

She seemed almost surprised by the pleasure I could pull from her, and that meant one thing. She’d never been like this for anyone else. She was bad. And mine.

I went for a slow build, first caressing her g-spot, then rubbing it as I finger-fucked her until she came. Hard.

She tore at my hair. “Boyd! Holy—ohmygod.” Her voice rose in pitch. “Oh my God!”

She came, her hips snapping, her channel putting the squeeze on my fingers as she moaned and gasped out her release. I couldn’t cover her mouth or stifle her sounds, not that I wanted to miss one bit of it. It was all for me. My sweet reward. I slowed my thrusts, then stroked her inner wall, until she sagged back, limp.

Slipping my fingers from her, I licked them as I looked up at her. Her glasses were crooked, her hair was snagged in spots on the rough wood of the wall. “You’re gorgeous when you’re a good girl, but when you’re bad—fuck, Doc.”

7

AUDREY

I heardBoyd’s words but was slow to process. I opened my eyes, looked down at him, still on his knees before me, licking his finger. The finger that had just been inside me and given me the best orgasm of my life. Oh. My. God.

“Yeah, everything seems to be in working order, Doc,” Boyd murmured, his voice deeper than it had been when we started.

Oh God. What just happened?

You just came all over his face. My arousal actually coated his chin, some satisfied part of myself said. Maybe it was my body. My poor, neglected body. I’d been primed from years of withdrawal.

I pushed my glasses up on my nose, blinking to get the stars out of them. My mouth was swollen from his kisses, my neck tingled from beard burn. And my pussy… My body buzzed, warmth and heat still pulsing through in a slow, satisfied rhythm.

Boyd straightened and pulled my panties up, then my pants, then zipped and buttoned them as if he hadn’t just gotten in them and gotten me off faster than a rocket on a ten second countdown. I’d never had a man dress me before, and somehow, it felt almost more intimate than what he’d just done. As if this was something special.

“Um… wow. Whoa.”

Great. Real articulate, Audrey.