Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“You’re afraid of the dark?”
“No, I’m not. I’m afraid to be in a strange house all by myself where there could be bears or coyotes or axe-wielding monsters. It all could happen, you know. I’ve seen movies and stuff. Once, or a couple of times.”
“Come on, you can come and be with me. I’m not an axe-wielding monster but you’re going to have to mind the dogs.”
“I don’t mind,” she said.
He took her hand, leading the way to his bedroom.
The door was already open, and there were his dogs, snuggled under a few quilts. They didn’t even stir when he entered.
After closing the door, he put the torch down and then kicked off his boots and removed his socks.
It was rare for him to sleep in any clothing but with how cold it was getting, he had no choice. Plus, he had to keep control of his dick somehow. With Meghan close, it was going to be even harder to resist temptation, but he would do it.
Damn William.
The moment he caught sight of Meghan a couple of days ago, he’d called William to ask him what he was playing at.
“What? Can’t a friend ask for help with another friend? Believe me, she needs help.”
“Cut the bullshit. You think I don’t see your game? Less than a year ago you told me how good Meghan would be for me, and because I wouldn’t come and meet her, you’ve sent her here.”
“And tell me you’re not the least bit … attracted to her.”
“Fuck you.”
“Now that’s not very nice. I will take that as a very firm yes. Meghan’s a good woman, Mount. She’s strong, resilient, but she does need someone to take care of her.”
“You think I’m that person?”
“Yes, I do. I know what you’re like, and yes, you will take care of her. She’s been on her own for so long and I know she’s working herself to an early death. I can’t have that. I like her. Just, don’t push her away.”
He hadn’t pushed her away, but he knew she was very much a workaholic.
Climbing into the bed, he became very much aware of the small gap between them, as well as her shaking.
“Are you used to this? The blackouts and cold?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know if I could get used to anything like this.”
“There was a time I didn’t think I could either. I was used to the city life. The constant noise. The comfort in knowing the world never really slept.”
She rolled over and he turned to look at her. “Then what happened?”
“The first couple of nights out here, I thought I’d made a mistake. Then as the days went on, and there were some problems with the electric, I found the nights still, calm. I could listen to the wind outside. Life—real life—it has a way to calm. This is all real, nothing that you put on a CD. After a time, the fear of the unknown faded away and all I was left with was this. Just try it. Close your eyes, listen to the sounds. Even the dogs snore.”
She chuckled.
He watched her.
Seconds passed.
Minutes.
“How do you feel?” he asked, whispering the words.
“I don’t know. It’s so calm.”
“It’s all I know and it’s a beautiful thing,” he said.
“It really is.” She was still shivering.
Even as his cock protested, he pulled her in close, feeling her against him.
Down, boy.
“I’m sorry to be a pain in the ass.”
“You’re not. Just go to sleep.”
Chapter Three
Meghan opened her eyes and felt a large hand on her breast. Glancing down, she saw it there, not massaging or coping a feel, but held her firmly against his chest. Mount was behind her, and she froze.
Her tit was in his palm. The puckered nipple was hard, and she wanted to rub against him to create some friction.
He let out a grunt and she became aware of something prodding her ass.
His cock.
Mount was rock-hard, next to her ass, and did he feel so good. She closed her eyes and tried to control the pulse of need rushing through her body.
His other hand was on her hip. It was too much for her to bear.
Get a grip, Meghan.
He moved and his hand tightened. She couldn’t help the little moan that escaped as he touched her.
“Meghan,” he said.
“It’s, er, it’s fine.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.” He made no move to let her go and the touch on her hip got harder.
You can either pretend this never happened. Leave the bedroom, and spend the rest of your time wondering why you didn’t explore this. Or, you can do something you would never do and wriggle your ass against his cock and see what he does.
What if he throws me away? What if I’m reading this all wrong?
Leave or wriggle.
Your choice.
She wriggled her hips and he held her steady.
“Meghan?” Her name sounded more like a warning as it came from his lips.