Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Our bodies swayed closer, then apart, then closer again. I lifted her slightly and carried her until her back was against the smooth surface of a birch tree. Then I really went to town. I couldn’t hold back another second. I didn’t even bother trying.
I had free rein and I made the most of it.
Kissing. Touching. Licking. Sucking. Even a little bit of biting.
I took her lip between my teeth and dragged it out a bit before kissing the sting away. I let my hands roam over her curves until we both moaned in frustrated pleasure and desire. When I finally stopped, my dick was straining like a dog on a leash and my heart was racing like a jack rabbit in my chest.
The crazy thing was, her heart was racing too. I could feel it. And it made me feel good. Powerful.
She was just as impacted by our kiss as I was.
“We are really going to have to try this near a bed sometime soon,” I joked as I lifted my head a good fifteen minutes later.
She looked dazed as she stared up at me. Then her eyes shuttered abruptly. And she looked away.
“Hey, I didn’t mean…” I trailed off. I exhaled and then took her chin, gently turning her to face me again. “I’m not in any rush.”
She blinked but didn’t say anything.
“I mean I am… you make me absolutely crazy. But I will let you set the pace for anything we do. Okay?”
“Oh! Yes,” she said, nodding eagerly. “That’s fine. I wasn’t… I wasn’t thinking about that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry.”
“Okay, good,” I said, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. My dick was still ready to explode but I could tell something was up. She needed to tell me something. It was time to put my equipment on ice, if only for a little while.
“You can talk to me,” I said reassuringly as I tried to calm my dick down. Or as reassuring as I could sound, leaning over her with a massive hard on.
“I’m… afraid.”
“Afraid? Of what?”
“I’m afraid to tell you.”
“Never be afraid to tell me anything. Unless you’re secretly married,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.
“You won’t like it…” she said nervously. She was looking off to the side again. Not at me.
“Wait. Do you have a boyfriend or something?”
I tried to sound lighthearted but my insides felt tight. If she had a boyfriend… or a husband, it wouldn’t stop me from pursuing her. I would just have to prove to her that I was the better man for her. Well, the old Drake would prove himself by beating the shit out of the guy.
Actually, new Drake would do that too. But I would also woo her. Bring her presents. Food. Squire her around. Be a fucking gentleman for her, damnit.
Mostly a gentleman, anyway.
“No,” she shook her head swiftly as relief washed over me. “No boyfriend. No husband.”
I felt some of the tension leave my body. But I was still braced for impact. I knew I wasn’t going to like what she said. But I knew. I suddenly had a terrible feeling in my stomach. I knew it was about what had happened to her.
This was what the girls had told her to tell me, I realized, the knowledge settling in my gut like I’d swallowed a sack of rocks.
“What is it, sweetheart? You can tell me.”
“The other day. When that guy broke into my house…”
With that, the haze of red descended over my vision again. It was instant. I had put it aside for the day, or tried to, focusing on enjoying the barbecue with her company. But the rage and fury came rushing back in.
“What?” I choked out, terrified of what she was going to say next.
“I didn’t tell you everything.”
“That’s alright. You can tell me now. It’s okay.”
It wasn’t okay. None of this was okay. But it wasn’t her fault. I didn’t want her to see how angry the whole damned thing made me.
“He… he was touching me. A little. I think that was what woke me up. But I don’t know where other than…”
“Other than what?” I said. My voice sounded flat and emotionless. But I was ready to explode.
“My leg, I think and my…”
“Your what?” I bit out. This time even I could hear the rage in my voice. I squeezed her to let her know it wasn’t directed at her. But she flinched a little just the same.
“My hair,” she said, slumping a little. Like it had taken a tremendous effort to admit what that cretin had done. I cursed under my breath.
“Okay,” I said, trying to calm my heart.
“And there is more… I think he’s been watching me and stealing my…”
“Your what?”
“My panties…” she whispered, sounding as if she was ashamed. I squeezed her. But I couldn’t stop myself from snarling a couple of words in response to her revelations.