Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Wishingbone was filled with quirky, odd people who were overly friendly.
And kinky. He glanced over at Isa’s friend Juliet. She barely talked and still curled her hand up in the clothing of people she trusted when walking through crowds.
Juliet seemed so fucking fragile that it actually hurt him sometimes to look at her.
He would break her.
And yet . . . she had two men. Two. Both of them Daddy Doms. They were completely open about their relationship. And no one really blinked an eye.
Then there were the two docs at the Ranch who were in a relationship with Caley. That one he understood more. Sanctuary Ranch was created to provide a safe place. Several Daddy Doms lived there.
Maybe that’s why he felt more at home there than he ever had anywhere.
Hmm . . . seemed his problem wasn’t here tonight.
Where the fuck was he?
Loki never missed trivia nights.
Why are you so irritated? This is your chance to separate Isa from her guard dog.
Remy knew they lived together as friends. Except he got the feeling that there was more between them than that. The way they looked at each other . . .
His fierce protectiveness.
Her care and love.
So why wasn’t he here looking after their girl?
Not theirs.
His.
Isa looked up, glancing over at him with those wide, hazel eyes. then her gaze darted away.
With anyone else, that might have excited him. He had to admit that he liked being intimidating. He enjoyed it when a subbie felt anxious around him.
Not scared.
But concerned.
However this was a different sort of worry and he didn’t like that look on her face.
Unfortunately, as he stepped forward, the quiz started.
He’d wait until it was over and his girl’s team had kicked everyone’s asses.
Well, until Juliet had.
As time went on, his worry grew. Isa seemed scattered. Unfocused. Her gaze would go off into the distance, then she’d startle if someone spoke to her.
Was she getting ill?
She stood and said something to her friends, then headed toward the back of the building.
He followed her to the bathroom. He leaned against the wall of the hallway to wait for her to come back out.
Stepping back into the hallway, she jumped as she saw him.
“Holy fuck, Remy! You scared the shit out of me.”
“You need to be more aware of your surroundings. You should have seen me following you back here. What if I’d been someone intent on harming you?”
Fuck. He hadn’t meant to sound so grumpy.
And definitely didn’t expect the reaction he got. Usually, when he was a grumpy ass—which was most of the time—she hit him with that sassy mouth of hers.
Which, in turn, made his dick hard.
It was an evil fucking cycle that he couldn’t seem to break.
But this time, there was no hand on a cocked hip, no fire in those deep, hazel eyes. No, she just stared at him with a mix of fear and horror.
“Isa, what the fuck?” He stepped forward to comfort her, but she shied back.
Remy froze.
She was scared of him?
This made no sense.
She was always full of bravado. Confidence.
No doubt she’d led a sheltered life. She’d likely grown up the apple of Daddy’s eye. Protected and loved.
As it should be.
But that left her with little defense against the world. Against a man like him.
Isa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them, she looked straight up at him. “I’m sorry.”
She was . . . sorry?
Why was she apologizing to him? He was the one who followed her around, watched her, who had scared her.
And then he went and scolded her for not being more self-aware.
“Why?” he asked gruffly.
She gave him a strange look. “For making you think I’m afraid of you.”
“Aren’t you?”
Isa tossed her head, all that gorgeous curly blonde hair rippling down her back. He wanted to twist it around his hand and hold her still as he fucked her mouth.
Fuck. He had to stop. There was no way she would want that.
No way she would ever want his level of dominance.
“Remy?”
He glanced down as she stepped forward, placing her hand on his chest.
“Are you all right?” she asked with concern.
She was touching him.
Dear. Lord.
Didn’t she know better? That he was at the edge of his control? Her touch, her concern, her sweet, coconut scent.
It was all too much.
Then her lips parted, her breathing growing faster.
And. He. Was. Done.
Grasping her under the ass, he lifted her up in his arms, his mouth crashing down on hers.
In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this.
Not here.
Not without making sure she was all right with him taking her. Commanding her. Controlling her.
But she didn’t push him away.
Instead, her hands wrapped around his neck, clinging tighter.
Fuck.
She tasted so good.
More. He needed more. He needed to strip her down, bend her over, and fuck her hard.
Make her his.
A banging noise broke through his haze of lust. He drew back, staring down at her.