Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
A few seconds later, the bear surfaces on the other side of the lake and swims to the bank with the fish clamped tight in his jaws. The animal shakes off the murky lake water before running off in the opposite direction.
Once I’m sure he isn’t going to come for me, I frantically scan the lake surface, looking for my neighbor, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Shoot. I can’t let him die. I’m not sure where this spurt of bravery is coming from, but I kick off my tennis shoes and dive into the frigid water. My breath freezes in my throat, reminding me what a bad idea this stunt is. Isn’t Texas water supposed to be hot? Oh well, I’ll worry about that later. Right now, I have a hot guy to save.
Thank God for all those swimming competitions my dad forced me to participate in, runs through my mind as I dive under, looking for the bear attack victim. On my third dive into the murky water, my hand encounters something right under the water. Hoping it’s my hot neighbor and not something truly horrible, I wrap my hand around what I think is his waist and kick to the surface.
In the bright sunlight, I see his wet jet-black hair falling across his face and swim for the shore, which is about ten feet or so away. It takes several tries to drag his limp body onto the very edge of the muddy bank. I give him a couple of swift thumps on his back, hoping to clear his lungs and breathe a sigh of relief when he groans weakly. “Are you trying to finish me off for the bear?”
Kneeling next to the moaning man, I stare down into his chocolate eyes and feel something crazy happening to me, something terrifying. The realization that my life will never be the same runs through my mind on a continuous loop, along with Mary’s warning about my grouchy neighbor. And I just freaking beat him while he’s down.
Sensing it’s time to make my exit, I jump to my feet and run toward my cabin. “Wait,” he croaks out behind me before coughing incessantly. I ignore his angry calls mixed with him hacking up a lung and cut across the tree line dividing our properties like the hounds of hell are on my heels. My fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, and I listened.
Chapter 2
BRUNO
I wake up the morning after my near-death experience and wonder if I imagined my gorgeous, curvy little rescuer. Throwing back the covers, I wince when I attempt to drag my sore ass out of bed. After stumbling into the bathroom, I check my back in the mirror and see proof of my brawl with the black bear. The fucker not only knocked my ass overboard, but he also stole my huge goddamn fish.
The only good thing to come out of the entire experience was the little water siren who saved my life. When I opened my eyes to find worried emerald-green eyes staring down at me, I felt an unexpected tugging sensation in my chest, followed closely by the urge to pull my rescuer close.
Even on death’s door, my cock rose at the vision of her sweet, wet curves. It was hard to tell the exact shade of her wet, long curly hair, but I know it’s somewhere between ginger and auburn. I spent all night imagining how it would feel to wrap my hands in the thick tresses and hold tight while pounding into her tight pussy from behind. Now, I just have to find out who the hell she is. And spank her luscious round ass for daring to run from me.
My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. “What the fuck do you want?” I growl as my frustration boils over. Rick Simon, my bar manager, should know better than to call at the ass crack of dawn while I’m at my cabin. I come out here to get away from work stress.
“And good morning to you.” The arrogant fucker realizes I can’t fire him since he’s the best manager I’ve ever had at The King’s Castle. I’ve been running the mostly legal strip club since my long-time boss, Dante Arakas, retired a while back.
Dante had moved the headquarters for his organization to the small Texas town when the fucking cartels started circling around the area like hungry sharks. We figured our presence in Silver Spoon Falls would discourage their plans to infiltrate and take over the area. It hasn’t worked out exactly like that, but we’re winning in our war with the cartels.
Not long after we arrived, Dante found his soulmate in Silver Spoon Falls and started cutting back on his involvement in the organization. He asked me to take over the bar and the casino side of his business while his nephew, Dimitri, and Constantine, Dimitri’s best friend, handle the rest. Before long, the quirky little Texas town grew on me like a goddamn fungus.