Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She smiled, and although he sure as hell wanted to argue with her and didn’t want to leave her side, he knew he would’ve sounded like some overprotective asshole, and they had just met. If that’s what she wanted, then he’d hang back and be a good boy, although all he could think about was her being his good girl.
She moved away from him, and his bear paced inside him to follow her. The damn animal didn’t want her walking away from him anymore than his human side did. Bringing his bottle to his lips and taking a long pull, he watched her talk with her brother, who apparently didn’t like what she was saying by his instant frown and fast-moving mouth.
She pointed to the corner table where they would sit, but Luke shook his head adamantly. Talia placed her hands on her hips, and it looked like she was giving her brother a tongue lashing, which had Ford grinning. His female was a feisty little thing.
No, quit thinking like that. Having a female for more than one night is bad news, dangerous to both of you. Even if he knew it was a bad idea, he kicked those thoughts in the ass, because he wasn’t about to let the first female to awaken him slip past his fingers.
Ford watched them closely, and after Talia was finished ripping her brother a new asshole it seemed, he finally nodded. His eyes caught Ford’s, and the cougar shifter narrowed his. Yeah, Ford knew he was watching, and that was fucking fine, but by the end of the night, he was taking his girl home and fucking her so thoroughly she couldn’t even think of not staying with him.
This might be the very worst idea he had ever had, but it also felt like the best fucking idea.
She came back over to him, and as much as he wanted to place his hand on the small of her back at the very least, he curled his hand around his beer bottle and led her to an empty table.
Oh, he wanted his hands on her, wanted to feel her lush curves and roundness, but he would work up to that, make her comfortable with him, and then have his way when she melted from his touches.
They sat down, and it was clear she was still uncomfortable. Usually, he didn’t have to fight hard for a female, but Talia, with her unusual but gorgeous blue eyes, made him feel like an inexperienced teenager. He actually felt tongue-tied around her, and that would just not do.
Shaking off his own nervousness, he braced both forearms on the table and leaned in. He wanted her, and he needed to be the dominant alpha he always had been. There was no time for him to be a pussy.
6
“So, Talia Landon, what brings you to Sweet Water?”
Ford was so close to her that Talia smelled the intoxicating aroma of his cologne and the beer he was drinking. As strange as it was, the dual scents complemented each other to the point her arousal spiked, and she had to clench her thighs together.
What was worse was the fact that she knew damn well he could smell how wet she was and what he did to her body.
Her reaction to him was not something she was used to. Never had she met a man, human or shifter, who made her feel so… free.
All around them, there was a plethora of scents, ones viler than others but there nonetheless. The smell of sex somewhere nearby alerted her that there were people out who didn’t care where they fucked. They were so worked up by each other they just couldn’t wait to be alone and had to relieve that ache.
This was one of those times she actually wished she was more wanton and took what she wanted, and what she wanted was the bear shifter right in front of her.
Licking her lips, she could only think about one thing, and that had nothing to do with her brother’s wedding or the bitch who would soon be her sister-in-law. Dirty and lewd images of her limbs entwined with Ford’s played through her mind, and her whole body flushed from the sensations coursing through her.
His nostrils flared, and she knew she wasn’t hiding her reaction to him or the fact that her thoughts were so sexual in nature she was working herself up to the point she hurt with need between her thighs. His eyelids dipped low, and he leaned in another fraction, bringing them only inches away from one another.
“M-My brother is getting married.” A change of subject, something that was bound to make her arousal shrivel to nothing, seemed like a perfect plan.
His eyes were on her lips as she spoke, and that knowledge had her well-thought plan on talking about something so uninteresting that sex wasn’t even a glimmer between them seem to vanish far too quickly.