Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Where the fuck is your towel?” he growled as he approached me.
“I don’t have one,” I replied. “Am I not supposed to be out here? It took most of the day to clean the house. You weren’t here, so I was just going to enjoy the sun a little after I finished cleaning.”
Huck inhaled sharply through his nose. “Do you at least have a cover-up? Clothes? Something other than the tiny pieces of fabric on your body?”
I shook my head. “I thought I’d be alone all day,” I said, getting angry.
“Fuck,” he said, reaching down to grab my arm and pulling me up.
I glared up at him. “Stop jerking me around by my arm! You’re going to pull it out of the socket with the way you manhandle me. Just ask me to get up, and I will.” I was almost shouting. That wasn’t my smartest move, but I was mad at him for more than just this.
Seeing him with his wide chest and thick, corded arms on display just made it worse. I hated that I was attracted to him. He was an asshole. Not to mention, I’d had to pick up more than two dozen used condoms and wonder how many had been his.
“Stop bitching,” he replied.
I shoved his chest, which did nothing. I might as well have shoved a brick wall. “Leave me alone. I’ll go get dressed and start cooking dinner. No need to act like an ass,” I told him.
He didn’t release my arm. Instead, he hauled me up against his body. The warmth radiating off him made every square inch of me feel as if it had been zapped by an electric current. My body was a traitor. I tried to pull away, and his other hand pressed against my back, keeping me against him.
“What are you doing?” I scowled, wishing he’d let me go.
He smelled too good. It was unfair.
“Blocking their view.” His reply was a deep rumble in his chest.
“Of what?” I asked, annoyed.
“You.”
“Why is that?”
His hand pressed me harder against him, and it was then that I felt his erection. My eyes widened in shock, and I tilted my head back to look at him.
Why was he hard? It couldn’t be because of me. We both knew I did nothing for him but piss him off.
“Because they’re men and you’re basically naked.”
His deep voice made me shiver. Or maybe it was the size of his erection that was causing that reaction.
“I’m in a bikini,” I tried to argue, but my voice sounded breathless. “Ray-Ray runs around the shop dressed in less than this.” That was an exaggeration, but seeing her in his lap last night had stung. I knew what he did when I sat in his lap, and thinking about him doing that to her had made me feel things I didn’t need to be feeling.
“I don’t give a fuck what Ray-Ray wears,” he whispered.
Huck’s hand slid down to my butt, and he grabbed a handful of my bare bottom. The bikini had a small strip of fabric that might have covered the crack if I had a smaller rear end. He made a low sound in his chest as he began to knead my fat with his hand. I closed my eyes, I hated that this was turning me on because it was embarrassing.
I didn’t want him reminded of my dimply bottom, and that was the only way I could find the will to try and move away from him. His hold, however, didn’t budge.
“Stop,” I begged.
“Touching your ass?”
I nodded.
“You of all people should know if you go around showing your bare ass, a man is gonna touch it.” His tone was condescending. It was like ice water being dumped over my head.
I pushed harder against his chest. He chuckled at my attempts, as if they were amusing.
Breathing hard, I glared up at him. “I thought I was alone. If you’ll let me go, I can go get dressed,” I hissed at him.
He took that moment to move his other hand to my butt and then slipped a finger under the strip of fabric that was currently between my butt cheeks and pulled it out. I closed my eyes, wanting this humiliation to end. Both his hands were now squeezing my bottom, and he groaned.
My eyes snapped back up to look at him. Why was he groaning? That sounded an awful lot like he was enjoying himself. My nipples were suddenly so hard that they ached. He lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. Which was so not the case.
“Legs around my waist,” he told me, and I didn’t argue.
The pulsing between my legs wanted that very much. Something about him being able to pick me up so easily while he palmed my bottom was incredibly sexy.