Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
I’m relieved that she’s not been hurt, but from the way she's measuring every word, and the piles of supplies on the floor, she’s fucking lying and I’ll deal with that later.
“How old are you? Don’t bullshit me.”
I want to know her. For real. In the most biblical goddamned sense of all but if I have to wait, I’ll die, but I’ll wait.
“Eighteen.”
The word makes my dick weep and I’m close to a gut busting nut. I believe her, but I need to be fucking sure. “Don’t lie to me, Little Red.”
Now her eyes meet mine. “I am. Eighteen. Two months back.” Her eyes are honest. And I’ve been around the block a time or two. I can tell she isn’t bullshitting.
It’s all the permission I need. So, I use all my willpower and break her stare. And then turn and walk back to the door and flip the security board down into the catch slots. I don’t need anything interrupting what’s coming next.
“Okay, then,” I murmur as I walk back to her. “Maybe I can be your friend on this mountain. I can be your protector.”
The tension is thick between us. Hot as fucking steam. She’s nervous, but also interested. She watches my every move as I open the locked supply closet and get out some coffee. And then I push the button on the remote to power up the generator. As the lights come on inside the cabin, I feel her relax.
“That’s how you get the lights on.” She stares at the closet but I’m not here to talk about lightbulbs.
“You hear me? I’ll protect you, but I expect you to pay up front.”
She stiffens. Her jacket rustles, her breathing quickens. “But I don’t have any money.”
“I didn’t say a thing about money, little girl. Now take off that jacket and let me see you for real.”
Her eyes lift to mine, wide and curious. “You want me to strip?”
I nod thinking I’ve hit the fucking jackpot. I just wanted to see what she was wearing but yeah, yeah, I want you to strip baby.
Ab-sa-fucking-lutely.
I inhale her scent. Her heat. My eyes have adjusted to the low light of the cabin now, and I can really study her. She’s fucking beautiful. So young and tender and fresh. Taller than most girls with an elegant length to her sexy fucking legs. She’s a twelve on a scale of one to ten. “Yeah. And take it slow.”
She steps backward, straightening her shoulders. I watch as she shakes her head. “You can’t ask that from me.”
“You offered. Now, it’s what I want and you owe me.”
She swallows. I notice the way she pushes her thighs together. She can try to resist the desire she’s feeling all she wants, but I can see the signs.
“What’s your name?” I ask, trying to change the direction of her thoughts.
“Marin,” she murmurs.
“Pretty name for a scared little girl.”
Her eyes flash, angry. “You’re kind of a jerk, you know that?”
I nod. “Tell me something I don’t know. You can call me Davis.”
“Davis,” she says softly, nothing more than a hush, like that red satin dress brushing her skin. “I like that.”
“Good. Now that we know each other on a first name basis, strip. Pay up buttercup as they say.”
I see her consider her options. There’s not many. She’s either going to do as I say, what she wants as much as I do, or she’ll be alone to deal with the wilderness. Or so she thinks. I’ll never leave her alone. No matter what I let her believe.
Finally, she nods. I watch, transfixed, as she licks her plump lips. There’s a sultry confidence in her square shoulders. She takes a deep breath and nods once more. Convincing herself.
She lets the big red jacket fall to her feet. Underneath, that strappy red silk dress wrinkles around all her curves in just the right way.
“Fuck,” I let out on a breath.
She smiles a little then. With one perfectly manicured finger, she pushes the thin strap over her shoulder down her arm.
I let my eyes trace her curves. Lingering over the Y of her pussy, the curve of her belly. I’m gonna make her mine. All fucking mine.
The other strap comes down. Creamy shoulder, a hint of a bikini tan. She smells good. Like summer. Rum and coconuts and a midnight fuck on an empty beach.
She crosses her arms and lowers her gaze, shaking her head.
“What happened?”
“I shouldn’t do this. You don’t understand. I should be away from you and everyone else. Protection. That’s why I wear red. Only red. To protect innocents from my temptations.”
Now that, I don’t like. At all. I take a step into her, closing the gap between us. With the side of my finger, I lift her jaw so she’s facing me again. “Do I look like a guy that needs protection from anything?”