Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I heard a diesel engine rattling and turned to see the truck rolling through the gate with the little Fiesta. Poor thing looked sad and tired. Like it had been beaten up one too many times. Great. Now I was feeling sorry for a fucking car.
“We’ll find out what happened,” Tool said. “And…” He sighed heavily. “Unless there’s something majorly wrong, it looks like little Feisty there will live to roll another day.”
Chase grabbed my hand and tugged. “Come on, baby. Let’s get outa here.”
“I’m sorry for the extra work, Tool.”
“Sweetheart, last time someone brought that car back from a wreck, I had to rebuild the front end. This ain’t nothin’, little lady. Don’t worry your pretty head about it. I’ll have it ready for you in a day or two.”
“Thanks, Tool. But I think I’ve had my fill of driving for a while.”
Chase dragged me away then took me upstairs to our room. Once inside, he locked the door before turning around to face me. When he did, the look in his eyes made me take a step backward.
“Are you gonna cut me loose?” The words nearly stuck in my throat. I had no idea how I’d recover if Chase decided I was just too much trouble to fool with.
If possible, he only grew more furious. “If you think you’re gettin’ outa this because of one stupid accident, you can think again. Now you get your ass over here and let me look you over.”
I felt like a deer being stalked. The fine hair on the back of my neck stood up, warning me there was more going on inside Chase than he wanted to admit. Or maybe than I was ready for. But one thing I knew for certain was he’d never harm me. Sure, he’d spank my ass if he thought it was needed, but he’d never truly harm me. And any spanking he’d give me would end up with indescribable pleasure.
“I’m sorry, Chase.” I stepped forward, stopping in front of him. He was tall, and I had to crane my neck to look up into his face.
He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me close to him so he could hold me still for his kiss. Heat seemed to smolder between us, the need to claim and possess, to take comfort from his body after my fright. A desperation I couldn’t deny. Chase seemed to need the same thing I did because he started tugging and yanking at my clothing until I was standing before him in my underwear.
“Take it off, Cotton,” he growled. “Take it off or I’m takin’ it off for you.”
Hastily, I moved to comply with his orders. “You get naked, too. If I’m naked, you’re naked.”
He bared his teeth at me, obviously taking offense at my command but doing it anyway. The second he stripped the last item of clothing from his body, Chase was on me. He pulled me against him, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. It was dominant and rough. Almost violent. His tongue thrust deep and he nipped at my bottom lip.
Squatting slightly, Chase lifted me, his arm under my ass. My legs went around his waist automatically, and he wasted no time in cramming his cock inside me. I cried out, the fullness an invasion I hadn’t been ready for. When he swatted my ass, I gave a sharp yelp.
“Still,” he bit out. “Keep your legs around my waist and don’t you fuckin’ move.”
He sounded angry, but his cock throbbed inside me with the beat of his heart. My pussy clenched down around him. He was long and thick and each time he fucked me I still had to adjust. This time he gave me no quarter. I took all of him, my body eager even as the burn bordered on pain.
Chase took us to the bed where he planted a knee and brought us both down on the mattress. His body weight pinned me down, not letting me move beneath him.
“There was a bruise on your hip,” he accused.
“Seat belt.” The word came out a little high-pitched, almost a squeak.
“At least you did that. Are you hurt, Cotton? And don’t give me bullshit to try to make me calm down. I want the truth from you.” The look in his eyes bordered on wild. He was at the limit of his control. He was as far inside me as he could get. Just holding himself there.
“Ah, God, Chase! Please move! I need you to fuck me.” What was supposed to be a demand turned into a plea. I tried to move on him, but Chase smacked the outside of my thigh. Hard.
“Fuckin’ answer the Goddamned question, Cotton!”
“No! I’m not hurt! Please, Chase! Please!”
“You took ten fuckin’ years off my life! Never do that again, do you hear me? Never! You could’ve been hurt. Then where would I be, huh? Where the Goddamned fuck would I be without you?”