Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
It was better than anything. But he didn’t claim me. He didn’t bite me. He didn’t do either and I found myself powerless to stop myself from mashing my vagina against his crotch and making a fool of myself.
Twice!
When I woke up on top of him just before dawn, I could not imagine facing him in the daylight, so I carefully and quietly found my glasses and snuck out. But as I was backing my car away from the cabin, the outside light flooded the porch and the door flew open, so without facing him, I whipped the car around and loudly floored it out of there.
Not remotely subtle. And I guess that’s my modus operandi. I’m not ever subtle. I don’t think I have it in me to be less than obvious about any damn thing.
And now I’m back in his house with lungs full of Brody Savage’s claiming scent, and… shit… Jase is probably on his way here, isn’t he?
I should go somewhere else. Where though? My house? He’d go right there from here. Same with the library. I’m not even fully dressed. I’m still wearing a tank top and yoga shorts that now desperately need to be washed because I was that wet last night. Sopping wet, using Jase’s crotch to get myself off.
If I didn’t smell Brody right now, I might not be spinning out this badly. Maybe I’d be telling myself it was just that those are miracle pills. But the fact that Brody and Adelaide mated last night along with the fact that I rode Jase’s massive erection twice means that although those pills might help with urges, they don’t stop the functionality.
He could have claimed me, but he didn’t.
Okay, so maybe what he said was true, that he wanted me to pick the time instead of it being decided by the moon. But maybe I need to invent other scenarios to drive myself half-crazy.
Like, maybe the urge he had is gone because I’ve made him wait too long. Or maybe he didn’t claim me because he took more pills than he was supposed to take. Or maybe it’s because I’m not remotely irresistible to him anymore. And I’ve been such a super-bitch that I’ve emasculated him. Yup. The super-bitch can certainly turn off the super-alpha.
Maybe I’ve just ruined everything!
I rush upstairs, about to pee my pants, use the bathroom, and grab the tote I packed to stay here a few days, stuffing everything into it and grabbing my phone and charger before rushing back to the bathroom to grab my train case of makeup and hair tools. I nearly wipe out running down the stairs to make my escape, startled by the phone in my hand ringing.
Shit. Jase.
I stand on the bottom step watching it ring before it stops and I see I have four missed calls from him in a span of ten minutes. The phone starts ringing for a fifth call, it’s him again, and I don’t answer it.
Instead, I rush to my car, toss my stuff on the passenger seat, start it, and back out of the driveway, but I’m halted, lunging forward with a massive crunch noise.
I’ve just backed into something solid.
Shit! I’ve hit Jason’s pickup truck!
No, no, no!
I undo my seatbelt, but my door is already opening.
“You okay?” he asks, concern etched into his handsome face.
“I… I just smashed into your truck! Fuck!”
I rush out to assess the damage.
There’s more damage to my car than his truck, but I’ve definitely damaged his fender.
“You okay?” he repeats.
“Your truck isn’t okay! My car’s not okay! Fuck!”
I’m pacing.
“Settle down, Bay.” He halts me by putting his hands on my shoulders.
He’s looking at my face. He doesn’t look angry.
“You’re not mad?” I ask.
He frowns. “No, of course not. You’re okay?”
“How are you not mad?”
“Please answer the question. Are. You. Okay?”
I nod, tears welling up. “No! I’m not okay! That’s an almost new truck! And I’ve crashed into it.”
“It’s okay.”
“How can it be okay? And look what I did to my flippin’ car!” I throw my hands up.
“We’ll get ‘em fixed.”
“I need coffee!”
And alcohol.
“Let’s go inside and get you some coffee.”
“And a cigarette,” I mutter.
“Nope. No Eggos in my freezer, baby.” He flashes a smile and at the sign of Jase’s dimples, I burst into tears.
His face melts into an expression like he thinks I’m cute or something. He lifts me up into his arms, carries me inside, and sets me on the couch.
I’m such a moron.
Leaning over, he lifts my glasses up and pushes them into headband position, using his thumbs to swipe the tears away.
After he moves my glasses back into place with a gentle expression on his face, he says, “You’re okay.”
I nod. If you don’t count being ridiculously embarrassed, I guess…
“What do you need?”
“A coffee and a smoke.”
“No smoking,” He pokes my nose with his index finger. “But I’ll get you coffee. One sec, okay? Gonna get the car turned off, grab your stuff.”