Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“I should just give up,” I whine, feeling completely out of my comfort zone and frustrated. The man sets my body on fire just with a look. I can tell he wants me. Why won’t he do anything about it?
“You should, but only because he’s too damn old for you,” Tina answers. “You need to leave men like Ryker to women like me. He’d scare you to death. Cut your teeth on boys your age before you try to wrangle a man like that between your sheets. Fuck, Ryker would probably have you running away the moment he whipped his cock out.”
I have to literally pull myself back from snarling at her.
If she knew how in love with Ryker I was, she’d think I was insane. Hell, maybe I am. I’ve loved that man since I was sixteen and I’ve been praying and praying he’d notice me. I can still remember the day. I had just turned sixteen and my mother’s shitty car needed some repair work. She pulled it into Ryker’s garage and got him to fix her brakes. She tried to pay him for fixing her car—and in Mom’s world that didn’t include money. I can still remember how stunned I was when he turned her down.
“I didn’t fix the fucking brakes for you. Your girl should be safe and have someone looking out for her,” he shrugged, ignoring her. But his dark, almost black eyes stared straight at me. It felt as if his gaze was marking me, branding me from the inside.
Until that moment no one had really given a shit about me. My life consisted of finding a job and working all the hours I could, trying to finish school, and trying to stay out of the reach of the horny losers Etta Mae—my mother—brought home.
“What do you mean, ‘scare me to death’?” I ask Tina, shaking my memories of the past away.
“Word on the street is that man is a freak in the bedroom and packs a huge cock.”
I didn’t even comment on the dick part. “A freak how?”
“See? That right there is proof you’re not made for a man like him. The talk is he’s into public sex, whips and ropes, and any of the other kinky shit a man can get in his head,” she says.
I feel my eyes go round as I imagine what Tina just said. I immediately get a picture of Ryker taking control of my body. I look out across the crowd. My gaze zeros in on his table. He’s staring right at me—that can’t be my imagination.
I picture myself walking over to him and taking my clothes off, demanding he take me right there with everyone watching us. I’d never do it, but the fantasy of it makes me flush all over with a heat I can’t explain. I can feel the insides of my thighs coat in my excitement. What would he do? Would he fuck me right here in front of everyone? Would he finally claim me in all the ways I’ve dreamed of over the years?
“Oh,” I whisper lamely, my body so excited that getting through the rest of my shift may be a problem.
“Get him out of your mind, little girl. You’re in over your head.” She snorts and then laughs, leaving me to feel like an idiot.
If only it were that simple.
Chapter 4
Ryker
I must have been sitting here for hours, just watching Lola, envisioning all the dirty fucking things I want to do to her. I've been milking the bourbon, and with the bottle half empty I have a good buzz going on. I know I should leave before I do something I might regret.
As it is, I am harder than fucking steel, my cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans, wanting to be out and buried deep inside Lola's tight pussy. I bet she will be hot, and so damn pink. I bet she’s a virgin too.
Fuck.
Just thinking that she never had a man between her thighs, that she still has her cherry intact, has me gripping the edge of the table so hard I won’t be surprised if the wood cracks.
I watch Lola come out of the back room, a couple of fresh bottles of Jack in her grasp. She bends over to put the bottles on the lower shelf and her jean shorts rise up. Damn, just a small piece of denim covering the sweet spot I want to bury my face in.
But because I don't want to be a dirty bastard I toss a few bills on the table and leave. I need some fresh air, maybe even a smoke to calm this raging arousal rushing through me. I pull out a cigarette and place it between my lips. I grab the lighter and light the end before inhaling deeply. I need to quit this shit, but the nicotine hits right to the problem areas and soothes the shit out of it.