Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“No, I’m just making sure you’re safe,” I respond with a shrug.
I’ve got a few good inches on her, but damn she’s just the right size. Tall enough, but with curves that last for days and make me want to feel her softness as I push deep into her. Her green eyes sparkle with her temper flared—making my cock twitch in hunger.
“What?” she asks, frowning.
“Babe, its past midnight. You’re a sexy piece of ass that lives alone. You need a man that has your back and it’s going to be me.”
She puffs out a sigh. “I’m a sexy piece of ass?” I can tell she doesn’t like the way I said that, but there’s something else that flickers in her eyes. She’s deciding if I’m lying or not. I don’t know who made her feel like she’s not good enough to please a man, but the shadows in her eyes give her away.
“Oh yeah, beautiful. You’re hot as hell,” I tell her, dragging my gaze up and down her tantalizing frame.
“You think you’re such a sweet talker,” she grumbles but she puts the spray away, so I take that as a good sign.
“I am what I am.” I shrug.
“Well, you can see I’m safe. That means you can go now,” she mutters.
“I don’t know you’re safe until I check out your home and make sure everything is as it should be in here. Also, you need to lock your car and start leaving your porch light on.”
“Are you insane? Like honestly, have you lost your mind?” Shelby asks, looking at me like I’ve grown a second head. “I don’t know you and I’m not letting some stranger into my house while I’m alone. I’m not stupid.”
“Shelby—”
“For your information, I don’t lock my car because there’s nothing in there to steal. I’d rather not lose a window when someone decides they want to prove me wrong.”
“You can let me in your house, baby. If I wanted to hurt you, I could’ve already. I’m not here for that. I’m here to take care of you.”
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I’ve been doing it myself for a long time now. Not that I need to explain myself to you.” She puts her hands on her hips, reminding me of her grandmother so much that I’d have to be blind not to see it.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
Shelby steps back away from me. “What?” she whispers.
Even in the dimly lit area I can see the fear that rolls across her face. Instantly I’m pissed. I’ve never hurt a woman, and I sure as fuck won’t start now. Someone’s hurt her though. The trouble Billie was referring to is getting clearer and clearer.
And I don’t like it.
“You’re just making me like you more and more, Shelby.”
“I think you should go,” she says.
I take her in. She really does look extremely exhausted. I know when to let things go and even though I don’t want to, I nod in agreement.
“Okay, you win this round,” I tell her, holding my hands up in surrender.
“Round?” She tilts her head as she tries to figure out what I mean.
“Yes, Shelby. You win this round, but you need to know that I’m going to win the war.”
“I don’t want to go to war with you,” she says.
“Don’t worry,” I reply, grinning. “I’ll find a way to make sure you enjoy it.”
She shakes her head all the way to her door. She unlocks it and goes inside. Her green eyes are locked on me as she closes the door.
I stand by my bike, watching as her lights come on. Hiking my leg over, I straddle it as I wait. The light at the back flicks on. I figure that’s likely her bedroom.
God, I wish I was in there with her.
It’s not going to happen tonight, but it will. Shelby is going to be mine.
Chapter 7
Shelby
The thunder outside wakes me up. I try to roll over and ignore the sound, but it doesn’t stop. When I keep hearing it, I realize it’s not thunder. Someone is at my door. Not just that but they are pounding on it.
I hop out of bed, throwing on my purple, silk robe. I love purple. It’s my favorite color. It just makes me happy. I pad my way slowly to the door as the knocking continues. I look through the peephole.
“Damn it,” I curse under my breath. It’s King.
I take a deep breath before opening my door, leaving the chain in place to peek out at him. I have to squint as the sunlight burns my eyes. Why is it so bright out? It’s too early for this.
Today King’s in a blue t-shirt with dark washed jeans. The t-shirt is having the same struggles as the other one. the fabric can’t fit his muscles and is stretched taut. I wonder idly why his biceps aren’t ripping the sleeves apart. My gaze lingers on the two, white fast-food bags he’s holding along with a cup holder with two drinks—from the smell of it, coffee.