Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
After he pays, we go around the back to where the bags of feed are stocked. Cameron pulls the truck around and I watch him with awe as he loads up the heavy bags onto the flatbed of his pickup.
I don’t think I blink the entire time. He’s grabbing heavy bags of feed as if they’re stuffed with feathers and easily tossing them into the truck. With every movement, his muscles clench and ripple and curve and flex. I’m practically drooling all over myself as I watch this unbelievably sexy show.
He’s so incredibly strong. A sleek sheen of sweat starts to cover his body, making him look shiny and so damn lickable.
This is getting me so turned on. The summer heat is not helping, but I feel like my blood is boiling as I watch with my thighs clenched together.
He doesn’t take one break and I wonder what his stamina is like in other parts of his life.
After the last bag is thrown on top of the pile, he takes a deep breath and puts his hands on his hips. My eyes follow a bead of sweat from his upper chest as it rolls between his pecs, through the deep ridges in his hard abs, along his pelvis, and into his jeans. I picture it continuing down to his big cock that I know is hiding in there.
It’s hardly hiding. I can see the long thick outline of it behind the dirty faded denim.
I’m wondering if he has a girlfriend when I remember about shifters and their fated mates. If I remember correctly, male shifters have one girl for them and that’s it. They don’t want anyone else. I can’t imagine how amazing that would be for the girl. I’ve always been the kind of girl who thought I’d be with one man for my entire life. I’m not into the hookup culture and I’ve never been on Tinder. It’s fine for other people, but I’ve just never been into it.
“Do you have a mate?” I ask and then instantly regret it. Maybe I’m prying too far.
He nods with a firm stare. “I do.”
“Oh,” I say, trying not to look as disappointed as I feel.
But what the hell did I expect? Really? A man as gorgeous as him isn’t going to be single. He looks like he’s in his early thirties. Of course he was snatched up by now.
I’ll probably meet her when we get back to the ranch.
My stomach twists in agony as I wonder how gorgeous she’ll be. How fit and perky. How unlike me she is…
It was stupid of me to think he’d be interested. He’d never go for a girl like me. Let’s be honest.
“I can just go home,” I say as he opens the door to the pickup truck for me.
I can’t bear to look into his eyes, so I just look at his outstretched arm instead. A tattoo of a grizzly bear stares back at me.
“You’re not going home,” he says in such a forceful, dominant way that it sends warm shivers trembling through me. “You’re coming home with me where you belong.”
My heart is fluttering and I’m all lightheaded as I climb into the truck without arguing. He closes the door, looks at me for a long moment through the window, and then walks around to the driver’s side.
I’m hoping he’s going to slip his jeans off and drive naked like he did before, but I think my luck has run out. He gets in with his jeans on and starts the truck.
His words keep banging around the inside of my head… You’re coming home with me where you belong.
What did he mean by that?
And why does it feel like I’m already home for the first time in my life?
Chapter Five
Willow
Cameron dumps the feed into the big machine and mixes it with some hay that he already had on the ranch. I just lean against the truck and watch him work.
A man with a cowboy hat catches my eye in the distance and I watch as he approaches on an enormous black horse. He’s just as big as Cameron and just as shirtless. He must be a shifter. He’s too perfect to be human.
This man is pure eye candy as well, but I’m not really interested. I keep glancing back over at Cameron as he works. He’s the one for me. My crush keeps growing with every minute that passes.
“You got some protein supplement?” the man asks in a deep voice as he rides his horse up to Cameron. That’s when he spots me. “And you got something else it seems?”
A low warning growl comes from Cameron and it makes the man’s horse back up with a squeal.
“Easy, boy,” he whispers as he pets the horse’s ink-black neck. “Fuck, Cameron. Calm down.”
Cameron shakes his head and takes a deep breath. “Sorry, Logan. I haven’t been myself for the past few hours.”