Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“And if you fire a single shot while I’m holding her,” Raider adds coldly, “none of you are leaving alive. Do not test me on that.”
“Raider.” Deciding to get the situation under control, I frame his face with my hands. “Is it true you went to prison on behalf of my brother, so I wouldn’t be left with no one to care for me?”
Surprise slides into his expression. “Yes,” he says quietly, scrutinizing my face for a reaction. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you being put into a system. Somewhere I couldn’t find you when I got out.”
I heave a sigh of appreciation. “You big, sweet man.” My brother and his friends make choked noises when I lay slow kisses on Raider’s forehead, chin and cheeks. “How did you know I even existed?”
The motor inside his massive body is begging to hum. “Saw you outside one day…” His voice drops to an abrasive rasp, green eyes fogging. “Just a girl. A sweet, little teenager with her pussy pressed to a bike seat. But I needed you to be my woman one day. Knew it in my stomach you’d be mine. And I figured the only way to keep you with me so you couldn’t get away…was to take you.” Regret laces his heated tone. “I should be ashamed for taking you without giving you a choice, but you’re kissing my face now, my cock is where that bike seat used to touch, and I can’t be ashamed for nothing, doll. I’ll do better, though. Please. Just don’t run away.”
My heart gives a standing ovation, along with my nerve endings. My pulse. Uncaring about our audience, I kiss Raider’s mouth thoroughly, stopping only when wetness begins to spread between my legs. “Do I have your promise that I can visit my home whenever I want?” I ask, loud enough for my brother to hear. “And that we’ll make decisions together, instead of you telling me the way things are going to be?”
“Yes,” he answers gruffly, his eyes full of affection. “I promise. Now that I know you can actually feel something for me…all on your own…I’ll allow you anything. As long as I’m there to protect you.”
“Deal,” I breathe, tightening my legs around his huge waist. “Roger, I’m going home with my giant. I’ll call you when I’m ready to visit.”
“You can’t be serious,” my brother says. “Jesus, you are.”
When I look over, he’s got a bemused smile on his face. All three guns have been lowered. The men even look a little fascinated by what they’re witnessing.
And why wouldn’t they be?
This beauty just nabbed herself one gorgeous beast.
EPILOGUE
Raider
One year later
My beautiful doll loves frozen yogurt. I think it tastes like shit, but I eat it by the truck load, because it’s something we can share together.
After I brought Delilah home, I don’t think I stopped fucking her for a month straight. My freezer is stocked with ice packs for the poor little thing, but she refuses to use them. At least not while I’m around. Probably because it would make me insane to see physical evidence that I made her ache from needing her so bad.
I’ve managed to give her breaks now between fuck sessions. Some days it seems impossible to keep my dick out of her, but she’s managing her own frozen yogurt store now, so she’s off limits during working hours. Mostly. Sometimes the pressure in my balls gets too intense and she has to turn on the CLOSED sign while I rail her from behind in the storage room, all the blonde hair wrapped around my fist.
Goddamn, just thinking about it makes me horny for my little wife. I wonder if she’ll take a break today. Maybe ride me in the backseat of one of the cars I’m repairing? Afterward she could sit on my lap and feed me whatever new fro-yo flavor she’s experimenting with. I’ll tell her it’s delicious, even though I’m wondering why people don’t just eat ice cream instead. Hmm. It would be really easy to make some backseat action happen, considering her yogurt store is attached to my garage. Hell, I’m the one that built the place for her, right onto the side of my shop so she’d be nearby. Couldn’t have her traveling into town or some shit where I can’t protect her from harm, right?
Nope.
Having her so close gives me peace of mind. My customers have taken to waiting in the yogurt store, chatting with Delilah while I change their oil or make repairs. The women, anyway. When men bring their car in for repairs, they wait the fuck outside.
Damn. Now on top of being horny, I’ve got the possessive heat to my blood.
I roll out from beneath the jacked up classic Chevy I’m working on, careful not to bang my hard cock off anything. Coming to my feet, I switch off the radio and poke my head around the doorway leading into Delilah’s shop.