Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
While she wandered around checking things out, I put a few things away and grabbed clean clothes for the next day. When I came out of the bathroom after getting my shaving shit, I found Harlowe standing by the couch in the small living room area. She’d picked up the framed photo from the end table and was staring at it with an unreadable expression.
“Who is this?” she asked when she noticed my eyes on her. There was an edge to her tone that sounded a lot like jealousy, and it brought an involuntary grin to my face. Harlowe’s expression melted into one of shock as she took in my expression. She shifted and her legs squeezed together as her gaze darted everywhere but at me. Apparently, my smile turned her on, which was something I didn’t need to know because her state of arousal was making it almost impossible to ignore my own animal instincts when it came to this girl.
Clearing my throat, I tried to focus on something other than the way her nipples had hardened and were poking through her T-shirt. “My daughter, Larissa,” I grunted. Relief crept into her eyes, and I nearly groaned knowing that she was having territorial feelings over me. Before I did something reckless, I needed to get the fuck away from temptation.
“Make yourself at home, but don’t wander off alone.” Stomping toward the door, I yanked it open but then stopped before stepping into the hall. I silently called myself fifty kinds of stupid as I shrugged off my cut. Twisting my torso, I tossed it onto the bed and pierced Harlowe with a serious stare. “Wear that. It’ll tell people you’re under my protection.” And that you’re mine.
I huffed in annoyance at my weakness and marched out of the room, heading down to my office. Cat had told me she’d be showing Harlowe around and keeping an eye on her, so I buried myself in work and tried to forget about my sexy angel. I didn’t bother with a break at dinnertime either, afraid I’d give in to my hunger for something else altogether. By the time I shut off my computer and locked up my office, it was almost midnight.
I’d worked all fucking day and had barely put a dent in the shit I needed to get done. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t seen Harlowe since I left her in my room earlier. I couldn’t stop thinking about her—and fantasizing about her mouthwatering curves. It was going to be a long fucking night, but I reminded myself it was for the best as I took the stairs two at a time. However, I didn’t head to the left and the empty room she was originally assigned to when I got to the top. I just wanted to check on her. It was my job to make sure she was safe.
There was no light under the door to my room, so I used my key to open it quietly and slipped inside. I toed off my shoes and padded over to the bed, just to make sure she was sleeping peacefully. I nearly choked at the sight of Harlowe sprawled on her stomach in my bed.
She was wearing one of my old T-shirts that had ridden up to expose her tiny white panties that barely covered her luscious ass. Her face was turned in my direction, and she looked peaceful and content. Her bee-stung lips were slightly parted, and images of sliding my dick through the opening assaulted me. I’d been hard as a fucking rock the second I saw all that creamy skin, but the salacious pictures in my head had come leaking from the tip.
I told myself to back away, to get the fuck out of the room. Then Harlowe sighed and flipped onto her back. Her big tits bounced as she got settled, and I licked my lips, wanting desperately to taste them. My eyes involuntarily scanned her from head to toe, and when they landed at the apex of her thighs, I nearly came at the dark, wet spot on her panties.
Anger rushed through me as I wondered who she was dreaming of that had gotten her that wet. I nearly lunged at her to shake her awake and demand the name so I could kill the motherfucker. Then she sighed again and whispered, “Link.”
Fuck it. I was done with staying away for her own good. I was no one’s white knight. I was a selfish asshole who took what he wanted. And I wanted Harlowe, so I was fucking keeping her.
3
Harlowe
Surrounded by Link’s scent, I wasn’t surprised that my dreams were full of the sexy biker. I didn’t understand what had caused him to switch directions and take me to his room when it had been clear that he’d been leading me to a different one, but I wasn’t going to argue about his decision. Not when sleeping in his room meant I felt closer to the man who’d drawn such a strong and unexpected response from my body.