Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“You’re going to get yourself hurt, Lila.”
I can’t let that happen. Not now, not ever.
“The storm is beautiful.”
“I’m taking you inside.”
“What if I say no?”
“I don’t think you understand. I’m taking you inside.”
I’ll protect her even if she’s against the idea. There’s no way I’m letting her get hurt.
She moans when I pick her up and cradle her against my chest. My hand sinks into her thighs. I take a hungry handful, and my other hand braces her back. She gasps and grips my chest, biting her lip in that fuck-me way again.
I might be imagining that look. Don’t get carried away, man.
I can’t help if it she looks so damn fuckable. Kissable. Loveable.
That’s right. Loveable. Her defiant artistic streak and her sassy pout and her determination to pursue her craft.
Pushing my thoughts down, I carry her back toward the guest quarters, down the corridor lined with landscape paintings of Montana and mounted animal heads, and finally to the guest quarters.
“Which one is yours?”
She points to a bedroom. I kick the door open and carry her inside.
“You can …” Her breath picks up speed. “Put me down now.”
She’s getting horny. I can scent it on the air like an animal. I gently put her down. She doesn’t tell me to leave, just stares up at me with water dripping all over her body.
“You need to towel off before you catch a chill,” I growl.
“Yeah … I will.”
“You’ll need some help.” I take her hands in mine. “Your hands are freezing.”
“Oh, you care about me, huh?” she whispers, under her breath, then winces like she didn’t mean to say that.
“Men like me, Lila, we’re not big on manners. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression, you’re anything but perfect.”
“Perfect?” she says in disbelief.
“You heard me.”
I slide my hands to her hoodie, grab the bottom and begin pulling it up.
She touches my hand. I was right. Her hands are cold. And yet, I’m boiling up, the surface of my skin like the sun..
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Helping,” I tell her.
She gets a dreamy look on her face, lifting her arms, letting me pull her hoodie over her head. I go into the en-suite and grab a towel.
Her pale green bra shows through the white fabric of her shirt. Her breasts are large and beautiful, making me want to taste her nipples, learn more about the specifics of her body.
Does she have big nipples? Small? Do they get hard easily? Does she like them to be sucked and nibbled? Does she like to be spanked? Is her pussy shaved? Does her hole flutter when she’s excited? Does her needy clit get swollen with lust?
I rub the towel over her chest. She whimpers, then takes a step back.
“I think I should do this myself,” she says.
“Say that like you mean it,” I snap, like mean it.
“I don’t know you.”
“But you know you want me.”
“Wow, you’re … confident.”
“I know because I feel the same.”
“Hmm, mm,” she moans. “Boone …”
“I’ll leave,” I groan. “When we make a deal. The second I’m out of this door; you’re going to touch yourself thinking of me. You’re going to think of me stripping off your soaking clothes and touching your soaking body. You’re going to imagine my rock-hard dick slipping into your perfect, little horny hole”
She stares at me with her mouth open. Dumbstruck. “Are you actually huh …”
“You’re an innocent little thing, aren’t you? You can’t even say it.”
“Hard!”.
“I was hard in the cage just looking at you. Now that I’ve touched you, I’m damn near explosive.”
“You should leave, pronto.” Her finger snaps towards the door.
“You’re saying that because you think it’s what you should say. You’re saying it because I’m right. You want this. You need this.”
“Boone,” she snaps.
My cock pushes against my cup so hard I’m sure I feel the metal crack.
“Be a good girl and when I leave touch your horny little pussy. Oh, and tomorrow morning, meet me in the gym.”
“W-what?” she murmurs quietly, one eyebrow arching. “Why?”
“Because I told you to, cute city girl.”
I leave the room, my head swimming, my body a chaotic landscape of craving.
3
LILA
Iwake feeling like last night had to be a dream. The end was the most surreal part, when he took my hoodie off and spoke husky words that set my entire body ablaze.
Would people judge me if they knew I followed his orders down to the letter when he left the room? I lay in bed, my hand moving busily between my legs, rubbing at my aching sex as my thoughts burst in technicolor realness with all the things we could do together.
After a quick breakfast with the girls, I tell a white lie. I’m going on a solo trip for some photographs, I say, which isn’t that unusual. They’re used to my artistic ways.
The truth? I can’t wait to head to the MMA gym to see what Boone has in store for us. Last night, in my bedroom, he was staring at me like there was more than lust on his mind.