On the Wild Side (The Wilds of Montana #4) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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“Good.”

Brady takes a turn, and less than thirty seconds later, he pulls up in front of a small log cabin. He cuts the engine and hops out of his 4Runner, crossing around to my side. When he opens the door, he simply scoops me into his arms.

“I can walk, silly.”

“No way. You’re in those fuck-me heels, and there’s a foot of snow out here.” He’s not even breathing hard when he opens the door and steps inside with me, then sets me on the wood floor.

I remember Erin saying that this is the oldest dwelling on the ranch. That the original owners, more than a hundred years ago, lived here. Obviously, it’s been updated through the years with electricity and plumbing. There’s a pot belly stove in the corner, with a fire smoldering inside.

The space is clean and neat, and when I turn to Brady, I find him watching me with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“I like it,” I say at last.

“It’s small.” He rocks back on his heels, looking around the room. “But it’s just me, and I don’t need anything more than this.”

“I like it,” I repeat and walk slowly to him. In my heels, I’m able to tip my head back and kiss his chin, and I grin when those hands slip out of his pockets and around to my ass. “It’s warm in here, and I have you all to myself.”

His eyes heat as his lips meet mine. Softly at first, gently brushing back and forth, just barely tasting me. Then his tongue licks across my bottom lip, and I open for him. Brady sinks into me, his hands tightening on the globes of my ass, tugging me harder against him, and I can feel his need for me pressed against my stomach.

I push his coat off of him, and he tosses it onto the couch behind me as I get to work on his tie.

“I love dressing up,” I murmur against his lips, “but I hate all of the layers.”

His lips twitch up into a smile as he helps me unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his pants. It takes longer than I’d like, but eventually, he’s standing before me in just his trousers, and I’m quite sure the air has just been sucked out of the room because I can’t quite catch my breath. His muscles are hard behind smooth skin, and I can’t resist reaching out to touch his chest, letting my fingers drift down those rock-hard abs.

“And I like that you don’t have as many layers,” he says, but he doesn’t reach behind me to unzip my dress. Instead, he drags his fingertips gently along the material of my bust, sending goose bumps down my arms. “I’m going to take you to my bedroom.”

“Please, by all means, do.”

He chuckles and takes my hand, leading me down a short hallway and into a small bedroom where a king-sized bed takes up 90 percent of the space. He flips a switch and a bedside light comes on.

“You said earlier that you’re nervous,” he whispers as he kisses down my cheek to my ear. “I won’t have that, Abs. You’re with me. I won’t hurt you. I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. And I plan to worship every goddamn inch of your amazing body.”

I bite my lip when his teeth nip at my earlobe. “I wasn’t nervous because I don’t want this. It’s just…been a long time.”

I feel him grin against me, and then those magical fingers of his find the zipper at my back, and he slowly tugs it down.

“I’m a bastard because I’m damn glad that it’s been a long time.” He kisses the ball of my shoulder after one strap of my dress falls down. “But if you want to stop, we stop. You’re in control here, sweetheart.”

I swallow hard and let my fingertips drift up and down his sides. He lets my dress pool at my feet, but he doesn’t lean back to look.

Not yet.

No, I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want this to stop. I’ve wanted Brady Wild for what seems like eons, and we’re finally here. As far as I’m concerned, this could last forever and I’d be perfectly fine with that.

“Holy God.”

I blink and then grin when I realize that he’s checking out my bra and underwear set. They’re gold, like the dress, and all lace.

With a teasing smile, I take two steps back and prop my hands on my hips, not even a little self-conscious about my curves, thanks to the fire in Brady’s eyes. “You like?”

He swallows hard, wipes his hand down his face, and then shakes his head. “No.”

I pout and try to keep the sudden nervousness out of my voice. “You don’t like?”

“What I’m feeling right now is way beyond like. I’m…fuck, I’m speechless.”


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