Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Jules?!”
I jumped at the anger in his voice. “No,” I managed to say. “It’s just my arm.”
The more Flynn muttered things under his breath, the angrier I became. Just as he finished removing the part of the sleeve he’d cut, I yanked my arm from his hold.
Which of course brought even more tears to my eyes. Thankfully, I hadn’t shed any of them, but it was only a matter of time. “I’m fine!” I declared despite the fact that I really wasn’t. I began turning away from Flynn with the intention of leaving the kitchen so I could return to the house and lick my wounds, when he grabbed the upper bicep of my uninjured arm.
“Don’t even think about it,” Flynn growled. It would have been sexy if I wasn’t so pissed and humiliated and in pain all at the same time.
“Let—” That was all I got out before Flynn snatched the emergency kit with his free hand and began to lead me from the kitchen. I was about to protest when I heard men’s laughter. Great, another humiliation I really didn’t need right now. Before I could open my mouth to explain to Flynn that I needed to get back to the house because I didn’t want anyone to see me in this condition, he tugged me gently out of the kitchen. I saw a couple of the workers entering from another door. They were the ones laughing, but not at me; not yet, anyway.
As bad as my arm hurt, the pain that had literally robbed me of my breath for a few moments was easing enough that I could speak. “Flynn, I can get back to the house on my own—”
I didn’t even get to finish the sentence because he ushered me into one of the many doors that lined the building. I already knew behind each door was a private room for every ranch hand.
“What are—?”
“God, don’t you ever shut the fuck up?” Flynn snapped.
His anger caught me off guard, enough that I didn’t object when he sat me down on the edge of what I assumed was his bed. The room was nothing than four white walls with a few pieces of utilitarian furniture including the queen-sized bed I was currently sitting on, a gray dresser, and a simple wooden rocking chair that looked kind of homey. The floors were actual hardwood and were even stained to bring out the natural maple color.
The only thing that told me the room belonged to Flynn was a picture of his horse on the little table next to the bed. It took me a moment to realize there was another picture next to it. I shot a quick look toward the bathroom before scooting closer to the nightstand. The other picture was one of a young, pretty blonde woman with her arms wrapped around two children. The little girl was the spitting image of who I could only assume was the mother in the photograph. The little boy appeared to be about the same age as the girl, but he had dark hair and brown eyes.
Unique brown eyes that also belonged to his father who was behind his family in the picture, his long arms wrapped protectively around them.
That’s what a happy ending is supposed to look like.
Flynn reappeared without warning. I quickly looked at the wall like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. If he had seen me looking at the picture, he didn’t show it. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me. I let out a soft little gasp of surprise before I could stop myself.
He’s looking at your arm, you idiot.
I might have been an idiot and my arm might have been sending radiating waves of pain throughout my entire body, but my dick didn’t care about either of those things.
He was right there.
Flynn was right there.
Kneeling at my feet meant we were at about the same height for the moment, but since Flynn was more focused on my injured arm which I’d foolishly decided to rest on my thigh, he was lined up with a particular part of my body that he most definitely shouldn’t be.
“Flynn, seriously, I’m fine—” I began as I started to rise.
His big hands grabbed my hips. A violent shiver racked my whole body. It was all I could do to keep from moaning as I imagined what his hands would feel like when they were wrapped around my hips while he fucked me from behind. He’d have his foot on the bed so he’d have even more leverage to ram into me while all I could do was dig my fingers into the bedding and hang on for the ride of my life.
“Don’t move,” Flynn said in irritation.
And there went the hard-on. While I’d been lusting after the man, he’d been annoyed at having to patch me up.