I scrolled down. The next picture was just as Ann Marie had warned. It had been taken yesterday afternoon. After Micah had carried me into Colt’s cabin and had their way with me, Colt had walked me around the construction site. When he’d finished, he’d said he couldn’t wait any longer to have me again and bent me over a big rock. I’d been in Colt’s shirt—they liked it when I wore them and nothing else—and my sandals and so it had been easy for him to open his pants and f**k me.
God, I’d been so naïve. So dumb to think they wanted me.
I heard a car engine, the crunch of tires. Matt. I’d never met the ranch owner, but I was glad he was here.
I stormed out of the bathroom and found my bag, pulled out a pair of jeans.
All at once I realized I had a stupid butt plug in my ass. I dashed back
