Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
With a loud metallic crunch, the bumper rips off her car. I fly back with her metal bumper in my hand as her back tires hit the ground and her car takes off.
“No!” I gasp as I watch her squeal onto the road and take off around the corner.
I drop my head and curse under my breath, feeling like the biggest failure in the world.
Marking her was supposed to make her mine, but all it did was make me drive her away.
I look back at the diner and see everyone inside plastered against the windows as they watch me. Some are even filming me with their phones. I carry the bumper over to my truck and dump it into the back with my heart breaking.
This didn’t go as planned. At all.
When I arrive back at the fire station, I tell the boys what happened.
Carter and Ethan are deathly quiet as they listen. They have mates too, and they can imagine how horrible I must be feeling right now. I know they would die if Chloe or Aubrey left them.
Rylan is staring at me in shock. “You found your mate?”
“Aren’t you listening?” I answer back. “She left me.”
There’s jealousy written all over his face. “You’re so fucking lucky.”
I know how badly he wants to find his mate as well, but I’m anything but lucky.
Blake puts a hand on my shoulder and nods. “You’re lucky, Westin. She’ll be back.”
I wish I could believe him.
But I don’t…
Chapter Five
Kimberly
“What the hell happened to your car?” Debbie asks when I walk into the diner in the morning.
She knows what happened. I saw her watching in the window as that barbarian Westin ripped the bumper off my car.
“Fender bender,” I say as I give her a look.
“And what happened with you and Westin?”
This is what she really wants to know. I can tell that she’s very curious. She won’t leave me alone and is following me to my locker in the back.
“He’s a jerk,” I say as I open the locker and throw my purse inside.
Even as I say it, a part of me knows that it’s not true.
I’m conflicted and torn. For some reason, he fucking bit me. What the hell was that? But for some other reason, I’m still attracted to him.
“What did he do?” she asks as she hangs on my every word.
My hand goes to the tingling spot on my neck where his teeth sank into my skin. The weirdest thing was that it didn’t really hurt. It did at first, but once he removed his teeth, it felt good. It tingled and sent warm shivers racing through my body.
And I felt even more drawn to him. The pull strengthened.
It hurt to run away from him, but I had to. I didn’t know what else he was going to do.
He is a stranger after all.
“Well?” Debbie says as she waits for my answer.
“Don’t you have customers out there?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I laugh. “Don’t you have to go serve them?”
“Oh, they can wait,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Hearing this is more important. What did he do?”
I back away from her as I put my apron on. “Can you just… let me have a coffee first? I barely slept all night.”
“Because Westin was on top of you making you scream?”
No, because he was in my head all night making me twist and turn. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I tried touching myself to put me to sleep, but that just made it worse. I couldn’t get any relief no matter how many orgasms I had.
Instead of imagining the warm, comforting presence I normally do, it was Westin I was thinking of. I kept picturing him kicking down my door with that same territorial look on his face as he stormed into my room, ready to claim his mate.
Even now, I’m getting all worked up thinking about the way it would feel to have him climb on my bed and hold me down. I shiver when I think how it would feel to have his tremendous weight pushing down on me.
“Why are you blushing?” Debbie asks as she gives me a knowing look. “Were you up all night mating with your mate?”
“Ugh.” I push past her and head straight for the coffee machine in the diner. “I can’t deal with this right now.”
I catch myself glancing out the window to see if Westin’s truck is in the parking lot before I grab the coffee pot. A hint of disappointment fills me when I don’t see it. I really hope he didn’t take it seriously when I said that I never want to see him again.
Debbie crosses her arms and stands beside me, waiting.
“Are you going to get back to work?”
“Are you going to tell me what happened?”
We both stare at each other, waiting for the other one to crack.