Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I’m certainly used to men hovering over me. Bossy men who mean to control me. Granted, Navin is certainly bossy and controlling, but it’s not the same. He does so from a place of caring.
The men I’m used to dealing with for the past several years hovered because they’re assholes.
When we’re finished eating, Navin puts a coloring book and colored pencils in front of me before gathering up the dishes and heading to the sink. I’m too shocked to move for long seconds. Every time he brings out something more appropriate for a toddler, I’m stunned.
The man sucked my clit this morning. He doesn’t see me as a toddler. It’s that he’s doting and protective.
I watch as he cleans the kitchen. He’s fascinating. He didn’t mention me helping. Now that I look around, I realize it would almost be difficult for me to help. He wasn’t kidding about his furniture. That applies to the counters, too. His sink and stove are almost too high for me to reach comfortably. I’d need a stool to cook or wash dishes.
I take the time to look all around this space. We’re in a cabin. It might have been rustic at some point. It still has rough log walls and wood floors, but everything has been updated. It’s not a large space. From what I can see, there’s just this main room that’s both a kitchen and living room, the bedroom, the bathroom, and one more door at the other side of the kitchen.
The colors are mostly browns, making everything look warm and inviting. There’s a fireplace that’s not currently lit. It’s probably too warm outside for a fire, but I bet it’s wonderful in the winter.
When he’s finished, he turns my direction, wiping his hands on a towel. He points toward the supplies he’d put in front of me. “You don’t like to color?”
I glance down. I hadn’t even paid attention to exactly what the theme of the coloring book was. Now I see, based on the front, that it’s flowers. It’s not a child’s coloring book at all. It’s for an adult. When I flip it open, I find intricate designs that will take some time to fill in.
“I haven’t colored since I was young,” I say. “I have no idea if I’ll like it.” I lift my gaze back to him. “But I do know I enjoy watching you move around the kitchen.” My cheeks heat at my admission.
He smiles. “That’s good.”
The man is comfortable in his skin. That’s for sure. He’s still wearing nothing but boxers, but as if his lack of clothing suddenly occurs to him, too, he turns and opens a door on the other side of the kitchen area.
I can see a washer and dryer in the small space, and some clothes are hanging above them. Navin pulls down a pair of jeans, shrugs into them, and returns to me as he fastens himself up.
“Ah, so you do wear pants,” I joke.
He chuckles as he pulls my chair away from the table, unfastens the buckle at my waist, and lifts me into his arms again. “I imagine at least one of my pride members will show up soon. I doubt they want to see me in my boxers.”
Navin carries me across the great room and settles in a huge recliner, turning me so that I’m straddling him on his lap.
My breath hitches. The scar on my leg pulls tight, but it doesn’t hurt. I feel ten times more aware of my nearly constant arousal with my legs spread this wide and my pussy so close to his erection. At least denim is between my cotton-covered crotch and his cock. Though I’m not sure that fact doesn’t disappoint me.
This entire situation is unnerving. I was basically murdered yesterday for not spreading my legs, and today my entire focus is on how fast I can get this man to put his erection inside me.
I get that he bit me. Logistically I understand that he has altered my mind or at least my libido with his saliva. But it’s still hard to grasp and even more difficult to accept as real.
Navin rubs my back. “I have a million questions, Little love. Why don’t I let you tell me about yourself and catch me up on how you ended up knifed in the woods yesterday.”
I lick my lips and decide to tell him the truth. He’s intent on protecting me, and as much as I find that hard to believe, I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s given me no reason to doubt him. Hell, he’s done nothing but treat me like spun gold.
“I grew up far away from here in a small rundown town. I lived in a trailer park with my mother and three older brothers. My mother worked two jobs to put food on the table, but we didn’t have much growing up. I didn’t know any different, so it was just a normal life to me.”