Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Make me,” she challenges.
Fucking Christ. She challenges me. Daring me. And it’s that moment I decide she’s mine. Just like this land is, this little girl is all mine.
With my other hand I tip her face up to look at me, the meat of my thumb against the delicate line of her jawbone.
She swallows hard. Her tits rise and fall against her jacket. Fucking delicious little orbs. A hard nipple pushes against my pec, and it’s all I can fucking do to stop myself from pinning her down and rutting her until she cries.
“Answer me. Why the fuck are you dressed like that?”
She blinks back something like surprise. “Be-because…” She stammers. “I’m…”
“You dress like this and what the fuck you think is gonna happen? You’re gonna drive men crazy.”
“No, it’s… I was… What are you anyways, some kind of mountain-man creeper out there in the woods watching me?”
I tip her chin up further.
A mountain-man creeper. Am I? Fuck. Maybe I am. But if I am, I don’t need sweet cheeks here busting my nuts about it. “This is my cabin. I shoot squatters…” She’s making my dick so fucking hard it could split an oak stump in half.
She purses her lips, fucking amazing lips, all bratty and rebellious. “I have nowhere else to go. I’ve got supplies. I know how to draw a fire. I have skills. So leave me the hell alone.”
She has nowhere to go? Fuck, that does something to my chest. And suddenly, I want to give her everything. Every fucking thing.
Fuck me.
“Yeah? You gonna go all Jack Fuckin’ London and start living with the wolves? You think they want to be your friend, Little Red?”
The mention of the wolves scares the shit out of her. Those blue eyes of hers turn into saucers. Good. She should be scared. She isn’t safe here. Because if it’s not the wolves that get her, it’ll be the bears. And if it’s not the bears, it’ll be the cold.
Christ. Damn. There’s not a fucking chance I’m leaving her out here alone. “Nothing out here wants to be your friend.”
“I know,” she says on a whisper.
“What they wanna do,” I begin. Using my hand over her delicate throat, I caress the vein that shows me how hard her heart is beating. I lick my lips, wondering how her skin would feel under my tongue. Or the way her earlobes will feel between my teeth. And the way her tits will look when I’ve slapped them apple-red. “What they wanna do is tear you apart and feast on your flesh. All night long,” I growl against her lips.
She shivers a little. Her body melts into mine. I need to show her who she belongs to. Now. Because she’s in my place, on my land. And there’s not a fucking thing that will stop me from having her.
She exhales slowly. She’s a fucking honeypot, this one. And I am one hungry bear. “Is… that what you want to do, too?” she purrs.
She’s got no fucking clue at all. It’s been so long since I touched a woman. I don’t even remember how long. And now that I’m interested in her, I’m burning for her. “Maybe,” I draw out the word as fire licks its way up my legs and bursts in my chest.
Goddamn. What is it about her? It’s like I’ve been waiting for her. Waiting for this red-hot little comet to slam into me like this.
Every inch of her is perfect. Every inch of her is what I want. And, fucking nuts, what if I didn’t come along? What if she was up here all alone for days? Weeks? Months? I don’t always take this path and with the weather coming in, if I hadn’t happened this way tonight, it would have been too fucking long.
Wolves. Bears. My skin heats and anger curls in my belly thinking I could have been too late.
But, I’m here now. And what am I gonna do with her?
Whatever the fuck I want.
But she’s got herself in a situation, somehow. I can see that clear enough. And whatever it is, I want her too much already to let her figure it out alone. “Has anybody hurt you?”
Her eyes dart back and forth between mine. “No. Not really. I mean…”
I ball my fist instinctively. “What’s not really?”
“No, I’ve not been hurt. It’s just… my friends…well, some kids from my school,” Her eyes move off of me as though the floor has the answer to my question. “We were at a party and they got this idea to go camping. And I— when they stopped here, there was a bear and everyone ran. I don’t think they were really my friends though. I think it was all just like mean girl’s club stuff. It was dumb, I shouldn’t have trusted them.”