Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I swipe five fingers through my hair, kicking a dining room chair so hard the leg snaps and sends the piece of furniture crashing to the floor. “Goddammit!” I roar at the ceiling. “I’m going to give her ten more minutes. Ten.”
If she thinks I won’t knock on the front door of her house and haul her ass out, she’s dead wrong. I’ve only gotten a taste of her, but I haven’t had the full meal, and I’m dying for it. I’ve been hard since she came in the palm of my hand, shaking and whining, her gorgeous blue eyes trained on me, so overwhelmed. So full of pleasure.
I can’t think of anything else.
I can’t taste anything but the virgin blood I licked off my palm last night. Wetting the dried trail of it and using that slippery red streak to jerk off, grunting her name into my pillow, my hips raging forward, my unsatisfied meat cramming in and out of my fist. My sheets were soaked in sweat and come by the end of the night and I still had this lust for Billie running rampant inside of me. It’s a curse and the only thing that will break it is getting my cock inside of her as deeply as possible.
I wouldn’t mind hearing her sweet voice, either.
Even when I was arguing with her yesterday, I couldn’t help but think…
She’s funny as hell. Her spirit is like a beam of light.
I might have the upper hand in this arrangement, but no one would know it by the way she refuses to take my shit. The girl is a fresh drink of water down my parched throat.
And she’s late.
I snatch my hat off the peg, nearly wrenching the door off its hinged getting it open.
Billie is standing on my porch.
“Hi,” she says, wincing at whatever fresh hell is written on my face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, we had an emergency on the ranch.”
She steps into the light and I can see she’s filthy.
Her jeans and T-shirt are covered in dust. There’s a streak of mud on her cheek. When she removes her cowboy hat, there are blades of grass dangling in her hair.
“I know what you’re thinking. Wow, look at her. She’s dressed for seduction.” She gives me a lopsided smile that flips my gut upside down. “Can I use your shower? It’s for your benefit, as well as mine. I have been wrestling with a sick pig all afternoon.”
A whirlwind has entered my home.
She shucks off her boots at the door, hangs her hat and skips into my kitchen, opening the fridge. She bends down to look inside, then closes it just as fast, only now there is a broad smile on her face.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
Fuck my life. She must have seen I ate the peach pie.
“I don’t like wasting food,” I shout at her back as she swaggers down my hallway.
Turning the corner into the bathroom, she winks at me.
All I can do is stand there with my heart in my throat and try to ignore the creeping intuition that my days are numbered. No. Fight back.
She’s only going to put up with you for a week.
With that impending doom hanging over my head, I cut a quick path to the bathroom and pry open the door, finding her in the middle of getting undressed. Her head is trapped inside her T-shirt, and I must have startled her, because she stumbles and smacks her temple off the glass shower door.
Something sharp slices into my jugular. Goddammit.
“Ow,” she sniffles.
“Come here,” I say, my voice annoyingly thick. I turn her in my direction and—with more gentleness than I knew myself capable of—disentangle her from the shirt, her mussed hair and muddy face popping through a second later. She’s so fucking beautiful, I stare dumbfounded at her face, instead of looking at her bare breasts. Now, that is terrifying. “Is your fool head okay?”
She nods. “Just bumped it a little.”
“Don’t bump it again. Don’t bump anything.”
“I won’t.”
Why can’t I swallow? “Good.” Jesus, I need to pull myself together. I’m acting like she broke her leg. I need to get this whole situation back under control. She’s turning me into something I’m not. Someone I don’t know how to be.
I lower my head to hers, circling her throat with my right hand, and I speak right up against her mouth. “When you’re done showering, go into my room and lie down on the bed naked. Right in the middle. Keep the lights off and don’t say a word.” I plant a hard kiss on her mouth, skating my fingertips down, down between her breasts, over her stomach, tapping a finger low against the fly of her jeans. “I’ll come in when I’m ready to fuck.”
I force myself to wait outside the bedroom for fifteen minutes.