Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
By that point, I knew she wasn’t drunk. I’ve spent enough time around alcoholics and addicts. It’s damn easy for me to discern when someone is sober.
Technically, that means I should let her go. But if I do, she’s likely to go chase down Duke with her bag of toys.
I clench my hands into fists. It was a dagger to my heart, hearing her call another man’s name while she was looking for a fuck. That should be my job. I should be the one that fucks her sweet little pussy when she needs a man.
No, she’s not leaving my cabin. Not tonight.
Maybe not ever.
The thought of leaving her tied to my bed as my captive holds so much appeal. I could keep her naked and dripping for me. I could have her screaming my name.
My cock surges at the thought. I want her so much that every cell in my body is aching. I’m nearly feral with need, but I know I’m not getting the relief I crave.
With a sigh, I turn on the shower water and yank off my pants. The cold water isn’t doing anything to ease the situation. There’s too much pent-up longing in me. Two years of craving Ginger’s sweet sunshine has left me with a permanent hard-on.
I shower quickly, refusing to give myself the satisfaction of a quick tug. It doesn’t matter if I do give in and seek relief. The fucker will be hard again in two seconds. That’s the hold this woman has over me.
But she doesn’t know that. No, the only thing she knows is Duke. The thought has a savage roar pulling from my throat. She’s mine. I just have to find a way to convince her of that before she leaves my cabin.
I dress in another pair of sweatpants and skip the shirt. Call me a monster but I need her soft, silky skin against me tonight. It might be the only chance I ever have to hold her like this, and I’m determined to take it.
I leave the bathroom and move around my bedroom, turning off the lamps. The entire time I move, I can feel her gaze on me. It heats my body by a hundred degrees. If we were together, I’d let her look her fill before I climbed onto the bed and settled between those sweet thighs. For a moment, I consider pulling the ankle restraints from her toy collection. What would it be like to have her spread eagle, her body offered up to me like a sacrifice to a king?
“Are you really serious about me staying here tonight?” She squeaks out.
I don’t answer her, not even a grunt. I just turn off the final lamp and let the room go dark. That’s a mistake. Because the first thing I notice in the dark is her short, panting breaths. Instantly, I feel like an asshole. She’s scared. Why wouldn’t she be? She’s trapped alone with a brute like me.
“You’re safe,” I tell her even as the mattress dips beneath my weight. A gentleman would take the couch. Fuck being a gentleman.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she sighs and turns over, facing away from me.
I don’t know what to make of that. I don’t understand Ginger or the game she’s trying to play. That doesn’t stop me from wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back to my front. I’m careful to keep my hips angled away from her, so she doesn’t feel the beast in my pants again.
“Does your mom know you’re here?” I finally ask after several moments of long silence. I hate this. I hate it when she’s not talking. There’s something about the sound of Ginger’s voice. It soothes me like nothing else, and one night, I want to fall asleep to the sound of her talking to me. It’s a strange feeling for a man who built his whole cabin around the idea of solitude.
“I texted her earlier. She thinks I’m staying with Mackenzie.”
“And Greer?” My heart is pounding so hard that she has to hear it. Blood pounds in my ears, and I send up a silent prayer that he knows where she is. Someone needs to know where she is. Otherwise, I might just act out the depraved fantasies I’ve had of Ginger.
“He also thinks I’m with her.” Fuck. Fuck, does this sweet thing have no sense of self-preservation? Can’t she sense how close to the edge I am?
“So no one knows you’re here?” My voice is strained, and I finally lose the fight with my body. I thrust against her panty-clad bottom, letting her feel my need.
“N-no one.” She arches into my pelvis, grinding that sweet little ass all over my cock. She yanks at the restraints and lets out a frustrated noise that only makes me swell even more. “I want to touch you.”