Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
She visibly swallows, her bright green gaze lifting to mine once again, her chin tilted with defiance. She hesitates, wanting to ask for something, but she’s too stubborn to open her damn mouth. So instead, I go to step around her. If she wants something, she can be the one to break.
“Have a good day,” I tell her, before walking down the path.
“Fuck,” I hear behind me, the sweet tone of her voice bringing me to a stop. “Nick. Wait.”
I whip around, my brow arched, and I wait patiently for her to continue, but the words get stuck in her throat as she wars with her inner demons.
A soft smile pulls at my lips. She tried, and that’s all that matters to me. I make my way back to the door, noticing she’s wearing real clothes today, not just the sweatpants and hoodies she usually wears when spending the day out on the farm. This time, I step right into her and brush my fingers beneath her chin, forcing her stare right at mine. I hold her there, taking advantage of her closeness. “Tell me, baby,” I murmur, my lips so close to hers that all she’d have to do is close the distance. “I can’t give you what you need if you don’t open that pretty mouth of yours.”
Her brows furrow, desperately wanting to prove a point, but she lets out a sigh instead, defeat flashing in her sweet eyes. “I want to come with you.”
My brows fly up in surprise. “You want to come into town?”
She nods, going straight back to giving me the silent treatment.
“Are you ready?”
Mila nods again and with that, I step back out of the doorway, more than ready to show her off to the whole damn town. She makes her way up the pathway to the snowmobile I have stashed out front, and I’m not surprised when the walk remains silent.
I climb on the snowmobile, and she reluctantly climbs on behind me. I make a point of taking her arms and wrapping them around me.
She watches everything as we fly toward town, taking it all in with wide eyes, and I have no doubt that she’s doing what she can to memorize the route we take.
A thought hits me that I want her to have the kind of freedom she deserves. I’ve never told her that she needs to be confined to just my property. I’m more than happy to have her wandering around town, getting to know the helpers and my parents. It’s been her decision to remain on the property, and the fact that she’s ready to start exploring gives me hope.
Bringing the snowmobile to a stop, I glance back and meet her concerned stare. “Do you want to learn how to drive this thing?” I ask her. “I have a bunch of them. If you knew how to drive it, you could get yourself around.”
“Really?” she rushes out before remembering that she’s supposed to be giving me the silent treatment.
I nod and indicate for her to climb over me to the front, and the moment she does, my dick hardens behind her. Having her so close every day and not being able to touch her has been more than a little challenging, and the contact erections are right at the top of my list.
With Mila tucked safely in front of me, she puts her hands up on the handlebars, and I reach around her before showing her what to do. She starts slow, and I won’t lie, the first few minutes I fear for my life, but she quickly gets the hang of it, and I direct her the rest of the way, trusting that if she were to take herself into town, she’d no doubt come back to me each night.
We drive through the town, and as we go, she looks out at everything with a newfound fondness, getting slower with every second. “This is the local grocer,” I say, pointing to the right before switching to the left. “Hair, nails, and all that beauty shit you girls like is in there. Also doubles as a bar on Friday nights and weekends.”
“What?” she grunts. “How the hell does that work?”
“I have no fucking idea, but in a small town, people have a way of making things happen.”
I point out our equivalent of Starbucks, and before I know it, we’re coming to the very end of the street, right where my workshop is.
Mila brings the snowmobile to a stop right out front and simply stares up at it in wonder, and to be honest, I’m not surprised. This is generally how most people look at it. It’s the very place they’ve imagined throughout their childhoods, but the movies don’t do it justice.
“Holy fucking shit,” she murmurs in awe.
“You can say that again,” I mutter, climbing off the snowmobile and offering her my hand. “Come on. Let me show you around.”