Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
He grabbed my left wrist and forced it down to the ground above my head. Then my right. Now I was spread-eagled, shaking and panting under him. He spoke and that rough, moonshine accent washed over me like liquid sunshine. “You do that to all your men?”
“Only the lucky ones,” I panted.
He shook his head slowly. “Someone oughta teach you some manners.”
I fought back a rogue urge to snap, ‘Well why don’t you, then?’
His eyes raked down the length of my body and I went liquid inside. Then they came back up to my face and I caught my breath as I stared into burning, boiling amber. “I told you what would happen if you misbehaved.”
The words soaked into me and sank all the way down, scalding and heavy, exploding like a depth charge in my groin. Did he mean when he said he’d spank me?! I swallowed and stared up at him, my breathing shaky.
He stared down at me and God, the lust in his eyes…
Then he flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled my arms behind me. I felt my wrists being bound with rope. My ankles were pulled together and they were bound, too. What’s he going to do?
He stood me up, ducked and pushed his shoulder into my hips and—
I yelped as he stood and I was hoisted into the air like I weighed nothing. My upper body flopped down onto his back, my lower body hanging down his front. “W—Wait!”
He paid no attention. One big arm hugged my legs to his chest, preventing me from moving. And he started to walk, with me hanging like a ragdoll over his shoulder.
I panted and struggled. My breasts were pillowed against his muscled back and all I could see was the ground and the firm curves of his ass. My hair hung down around my face and I had to splutter it away from my lips. “You can’t—I’m not going all the way back like this!”
“Yeah, you are.”
“No I’m not!”
“Doesn’t appear you’ve got a whole lot of say in the matter.”
With every step, my body rose and fell against him, my nipples dragging over the hard contours of his muscles. His shoulder ground against the crease of my hips, a spot where I’ve always been sensitive, and whenever he shuffled sideways to go around a rock or a tree, that warm, solid muscle would roll against my clit, just for a second, and I’d bite my lip and silently arch my back. It became a maddening drumbeat of pleasure, rolling through my body. I huffed and blew my hair away from my lips, my face turning red. I had to let it out, but there was no way I was going to let him know what he was doing to me.
So I cursed him, in Russian and French and Italian, and then in English for good measure. It helped me vent the pleasure but Colton seemed to ignore it completely. He just kept walking, an unstoppable machine.
19
COLTON
When we finally got back to the clearing where we’d spent the night, I stooped and gently rolled her off my shoulder onto the grass. She was gasping and her face was flushed. Angry, I guess. She tossed her hair out of her eyes and glared up at me.
I was mad, too. But if I was honest, it was mainly myself I was mad at. I should have tied her tighter, or just stayed awake all night to keep an eye on her. She’d very nearly gotten away, all because I let my guard down. The night before, sharing food with her, I’d felt like there was…
What? A connection? I felt my ears go hot. Idiot. She’d duped me, that’s what had happened. She’d pretended to be vulnerable and I’d fallen for it. Well, that wouldn’t happen again.
I opened my mouth, but when I looked down into those cold blue eyes, my words had a multi-word pile-up in my head. Jesus, she was beautiful. So many different sorts of beautiful: right now she was angry beautiful, and last night she’d been sad beautiful and...I sighed. I’d had to hide the effect the walk back to camp had had on me. The entire way, I’d felt those soft breasts bouncing against my back, and that perfect ass had been right there, lush and firm and so damn spankable.
I took a deep breath and started over. “We got a fair way to go,” I told her. “Could be miles before we hit a road. I don’t wanna have to carry you all that way, but I will if I have to. What do you say, are you gonna do as you’re told?”
“You’re cranky,” she muttered.
“Well someone got me outta bed and made me sprint a half mile before I’d had my coffee. Walk? Or be carried?”