Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
"What’s the matter baby? You don't like my dancing?" He was laughing at someone over my shoulder. I turned to see a group of guys motioning for him to slap my ass and acting like a bunch of drunken frat boys, who they probably were.
Now, there are several things that really piss me off, but at the top of the list is being the butt of a joke. Who the fuck did they think they were? I pushed the prick posing as a cowboy harshly – he didn’t even budge.
"Hang on baby the song ain't even over," he said, moving his hand over my ass.
"Oh, it’s over. Get your hands off of me." Angrily, I pushed him again, only to be rewarded with an ass slap. That did it. "Get your fucking hands off of me!" I yelled, pushing his shoulders as hard as I could.
Three things happened next. One: I was flat on my ass, seeing stars as my head bounced off the wooden deck. Two: The massive creature that landed on top of me was being dragged out the side door, along with his shithead friends, by guys in leather vests with reapers on the back. Three: I was looking into the bluest eyes I had ever seen, and they belonged to a face that instantly had my panties wet. "You ok, babe?" asked a voice that sounded like it belonged to a fucking movie star. I closed my eyes, trying to ease the pounding in my head and gather my thoughts. What the fuck happened? Who is this beautiful creature leaning over me? Had my damsel in distress moment finally arrived? Was my dress over my waist, showing my goodies to everyone in the bar?
Strong arms grabbed me and hauled me to my feet. Without even opening my eyes, I knew by the feel of his shoulders he had the sexiest arms that had ever held me. I opened my eyes and nearly gasped. He was perfect. His hair was dirty blonde and cut short. His chest was strong and big, and the white thermal he wore, even under a leather vest, defined his muscles all the way down to his waist. His jeans were slightly torn giving me a view of his leg that let me know this guy worked out -- hard. My gaze slowly moved back up his body, stopping momentarily on his crotch, making me have thoughts of him in my mouth. My eyes finally made it to his face. That face. Strong jaw-line, light blonde stubble, lips that screamed "kiss me," and eyes that were the color of the ocean.
"You like what you see?" he asked while adjusting my dress and keeping a firm hold on my waist. His hands on my body had me clenching my legs together trying to find a release for my aching center. He asked me a question. What the hell was it again?
"I'm fine." I replied all breathy like some kind of fucking virgin teenager getting ready to screw the high school quarter back. Get your shit together, Dallas.
His face held a smirk as his eyes laughed at me -- taunting me. He was sex in leather, and I didn't care if the way I looked at him made me look like a complete fool, or if he was getting pleasure out of me looking at him like I could take him right here in the bar.
"Well I can see that, but how is your head feeling?" he asked still smirking at me. Arrogant asshole. I managed to find my voice and inner bitch. Fueled by too much alcohol, a shitty night, and the fact that I would be going home alone -- again -- un-fucked. I responded, "Its fine. Thanks for your help, but I believe I can manage from now own without the help of you and your goon squad." I looked around to see a few standing guard behind him, but the rest had disappeared. Thankfully, the crowd had gotten over the drama and was back to drinking and having a good time ignoring us completely.
Surprising me, he laughed. Damn he had a great laugh. "I'm glad you are feeling better. My goon squad and I will be at the bar if you need anything. Don't worry, your boyfriend still has a few teeth left and I'm sure tomorrow morning he will be calling begging for your forgiveness."
"He's not my boyfriend." Why was I getting so defensive?
“Could have fooled me, or do you normally let strangers fondle you in public? If so, maybe me and my goon squad, as you call them, can get in on the action." He was laughing at me. This sexy beast towering over me was making an ass out of me.
"For your information, I did not allow him to do anything. I asked him to stop several times. If I had plans to get fondled tonight by someone he would definitely not live up to my standards." Liar.