The air is still and the moon is full. Through the open curtains, blue light floods the room. I lie on my bed and find it impossible to sleep. My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I pick it up and look at the screen.

“Where are you?” my brother asks.

“Back at the spread.”

“Oh yeah. How’s Honeywell’s kid doing?”

He catches me off guard so I blurt honestly, “I don’t know.”

He gives a short burst of laughter. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean it’s like dealing with Jekyll and Hyde. One moment she’s like this she-devil complete with a rattle in her tail, and the next she’s this awesome, intelligent, caring person.”

“That’s weird.”

“I know,” I say with feeling. “Half the time I want to tan her hide and the other times…”

“You didn’t finish your sentence, bro,” my brother mocks.

The rest of the sentence is I want to fucking rip her clothes off and bury my dick to the hilt inside her. “Why did you call?” I growl.

“Just checking up on my little brother, but now that I’ve scented blood…”

“You haven’t scented blood. Nothing is going on.”

“Yet.”

My brother is a pain in my ass. “Look, I’ve had a long day and if you’ve nothing to tell me, I’m going back to sleep.”

“Whoa, she’s really got you tied up in knots, hasn’t she?”

“Back off, Matt. Nothing is going on and nothing will.”

“I was messing with you before, but now that I see how raw you are, I should warn you, little brother. Tamara’s more she-devil complete with rattlesnake than the awesome individual she puts on to get what she wants. Even if she was that sweet, caring person, she lives in LA. There’s nothing in it for you. Fuck her if you absolutely must, then put her out of your head. For good. And whatever you do, don’t let her sense your weakness or she’ll sink her talons into you.”

I massage my left temple and sigh heavily.

“I’m serious, Lars. Joking aside, she’s trouble. Big trouble. I didn’t want to put you off keeping her at the ranch before because it never even crossed my mind that you’d fall for such a manipulative little brat, but now that you are showing a real lack of character judgement, I have to tell you that I have it first hand: The bitch will fuck anything with a dick.”

I close my eyes and grit my teeth. I hate my brother talking about her like that. “Thanks for the advice. I appreciate it,” I say and quickly end the call.

My brother is right. Of course, he’s right. How could I be attracted to her? It makes no sense at all, but it’s impossible for me to explain to my brother or anyone else what Tamara does to my insides. I spring out of bed and pace the floor of my bedroom. My heart is banging as if it’s about to fucking explode, and my damned dick is rock hard

I’m aching for her.

My mind races with all kinds of thoughts. Not just any thoughts, but the kind of filthy fantasies I haven't entertained since I was a horny teenager. I feel as restless as a wolf at full moon. It feels as if something is calling to me and the call is irresistible.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I still smell the scent of her hair in my nostrils. Fresh. My ears have memorized the sound of her voice, and I don’t even have to close my eyes to see that sweet body that just begs to be dominated. I think of her long shapely legs wrapped around my waist. My cock in her stubborn mouth. Oh, that mouth.

I am suddenly rock hard. Again.

I turn on my heel and walk out of the bedroom. The landing is in darkness. I walk down it to the bedroom at the end, open the door, walk through the space, and stand at the window. The moonlight shines soft blue over the open landscape. The mountain range rises like a hulking dark beast against the velvet sky full of stars.

But my eyes don’t linger on its beauty. They jerk down to her patio, to the circle of light made by the small candle burning on the little table. My gaze falls on the gleam of her skin. Most of her is huddled inside a blanket, but from here I can see the curve of her cheek and her fingers. When she first arrived, she had long fake nails. Every single one is broken now.

We are two people awake under the same sky.

How can a woman who sits alone looking at stars be all bad? Could it be that all those rumors and ugly stories are all lies and exaggeration? She was caught drinking and driving. That’s no lie. Maybe she has changed. Maybe living here has changed her.

A sigh goes through me. A longing I’ve never known gnaws deep inside me. Tamara Honeywell is poison, but she is proving to be such a sweet poison that I’m finding impossible to resist. I know…

It’s crazy.

It’s stupid.

It’s madness.

It’s wrong.

Yet, she’s so fucking delectable I want to bite that curvy ass. I want to squeeze those fleshy buttocks in my hands while I…What the fuck is wrong with me. She’s spoiled, selfish, annoying, argumentative, stubborn…

Fucking hell, I can’t get her out of my mind.

I clench my hands to stop myself from going to her. A dark laugh huffs up my throat. It won’t be tonight, Lars. It’ll be never if you know what’s good for you. Stay away from her. The woman is like quicksand. The harder I try the more stuck I become, and the more my body craves hers, but here’s the real kicker. My brother will think I’m nuts if I tell him, but I don’t just want to have her body. I want to possess her and protect her and keep her.

When I heard that ass James had horn-dogged on her, I felt boiling fury slam into my brain. I wanted to race after him and rip his throat out. Then watch him bleed out. That’s how furious I was. The predatory instinct and aggression in me is something I never suspected I’d have. It scares the ever-living shit out of me. Even now. Just thinking of him trying it on with her.

A soft snarl rattles out of my throat.

I turn away from the window and go back to my room to lie on my bed, awake, alone, and tormented with images of her for hours. In the end, I give up. Fuck it. What the hell, I’m not going to sleep with a raging hard on.

I fist my hand around my cock and jerk off while thinking of Tamara Honeywell’s sweet pussy. I bet she shaves it. I bet it’s pink and wet. I close my eyes and visualize her naked. Not one stitch on that beautiful body.

She spreads her legs. Jesus, she’s not wearing any underwear. Her pussy is so pretty I want to eat it.

“Let me suck you,” she begs, and opens that plump mouth of hers.

Pre-cum drips from my engorged cock.

I feed my cock to her hot, wet mouth. She takes it greedily and moans with the taste. She takes me into her throat. Her mouth is hot and soft and it feels awesome.

I stroke the entire length of my shaft faster and faster.

“Are you going to fuck my tight pussy?” she mewls.

“Oh, yes, cupcake, I sure am.”

I pull out of her mouth and lie her face down on the bed. She lifts her ass up into the air and offers her pussy to me. It’s all pink and wet and begging for it. I plunge my bare cock into all that pinkness.

“Harder, Lars. Harder,” she begs.

“Oh! fuck, Tamara,” I groan as my legs stiffen.

The build-up feels like floodwater bursting through a dam. Nothing can contain it. Nothing. I explode, shooting my hot load like a fountain into the air. It covers my hands in a sticky mess. Jesus, it’s been so long since I've come like that.

My heart is hammering away and my cock is still hard for her. I just lie there and know... I’m in so much trouble.