Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Like the month?” The tone of his voice told her he was teasing, but she was too far gone to get annoyed. It wasn’t as if she never heard the jokes about her name. Right now, all she cared about was pushing her preconceived notions about herself to the side and taking the bear by the balls, so to speak. She was standing tall and going after what she wanted, and what she wanted was Charlie Fucking Wylde.
“Charlie Wylde.” His name came from him smooth and crisp. He didn’t say anything else, just took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Everyone parted for him. The males looked uneasy, and, well, the females looked like they always did when a Wylde bear walked into the room. The song was slow and seductive, and as soon as they stepped into the center of the glossy floor, he pulled her close.
Their chests were pressed together, and she felt the hardness of every defined muscle move against her softness. The air left her when he slipped his hand down to her lower back and pulled her so close she could feel the stiff outline of his erection rub against her belly. It was like they were fused, and everything else faded away as he started moving his body against hers. Had she ever felt so feminine before? No. Never.
The steady bass moved through her, and the deep, rhythmic pumping settled in her erogenous zones. Charlie dipped his head low so his lips brushed along the shell of her ear again. He thrust his hips forward, and tingles started to encompass every single space in her body as his very prominent erection jerked between them. Ary was so attuned to him in every possible way that she could actually feel the damn thing grow stiffer.
Pheromones poured off him like a tsunami, and she absorbed it all. He was potent and untamed, and never had she been so needy to feel a male between her thighs.
“I can smell how wet your pussy is, Ary.” Out of that erotically phrased sentence, the one word that had her nearly moaning was the way he said her name. She admitted it sounded fucking good coming from his mouth. She hadn’t even had sex with him, yet she understood what the hype was with the Wylde brothers. And if she got her way, she would find out every intimate detail of his body by the time the night was over with.
She didn’t respond to his statement, just pressed her breasts more firmly against him and let her eyes slide shut when her hard nipples rubbed along his ripped muscles. This was so not her and would have been out of her comfort zone if not for her liquid courage and the lust that seemed to take on a mind of its own.
He spun her around so her ass was snug against him and started grinding his erection into her lower back.
Bear shifters were big in general, so why the hell was she even surprised that his cock was as well? They moved to the music, and Ary got lost in the rhythm and her desire. She rubbed her ass on him, snaked her arms behind her, and wove them around his neck, acting totally out of character. And it felt damn good. She saw Melissa and Bram through the throng of people, doing some very Dirty Dancing moves. Movement out of the corner of her eye had her looking to the side and seeing even Candace on the dance floor with the coyote.
He didn’t wear that little black apron around his waist, so Ary assumed he was off the clock, and by the looks of their own gyrating hips, he’d be getting off on something else later tonight. Melissa’s actions didn’t surprise her, but she was shocked at her own actions and even Candace’s. Maybe it was a full moon or something, because by the looks of it, all three of them were not going home alone tonight.
Charlie turned her around again, and she stared into his blue eyes. He moved close to her face, so their lips were only inches apart.
“I love a female who has all the right curves for me to hold on to,” he growled, and she swore their lips brushed together. “I especially like a nice handful when I’m buried balls-deep in pussy.” He emphasized his point by grinding his dick into her, and she swore she felt the damn python behind his fly jerk. Even with the pounding music, she heard every little word he said and wanted out of the fucking bar right now.
He held her stare for another moment, and she knew he was waiting for her to say the words, to give permission for things to escalate. Ary pushed her fear of the unknown aside and opened her mouth to say what it was she really wanted.