Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I have to hurry across the parking lot, nearly tripping in these ridiculous shoes. I catch up with Ginger as she exchanges a couple of words with the bouncer. Then we’re being let inside the nightclub.
She tugs me toward the front of the bar and orders two shots. She shoves one at me. “No questions. Down it.”
I do as I’m told, the liquid burning my throat. I cough and slam down the tiny glass. “What the fuck was that?”
“Pure pheromones, sweetie.” She claps me on the back.
I’ve managed to get my sputtering under control when a frat guy approaches us. I let Ginger chat, ignoring him.
The music is thumping so loudly that it’s hard to hear anything. The press of bodies all around us is making the warehouse so hot it feels like I can’t breathe.
My head hurts, and I’m pretty sure I’d rather be anywhere but here. Ginger gestures toward the guy and introduces me as her friend. At least, that’s what I think she said. It’s hard to know.
He asks me to dance, maybe. He seems to mime the act of dancing.
Ginger pushes me toward him.
I start to argue with her, but the look she sends me is urgent. She wants me to dance with this guy. Maybe he has a cute friend that Ginger is interested in. I barely swallow a groan and follow him onto the dance floor.
He immediately tries a dirty bump and grind. His sweaty hands go underneath the thin material of my dress to grip my thighs.
“Not cool.” I put a hand on his chest, not liking the feeling of another guy on me. There’s only one man I want crowding my space. Only one person I want copping a feel under my dress.
“Don’t be like that,” he shouts at me.
Before I can tell him to get his hands off of me, they’re gone.
Ace has stepped between us. He says something, in an urgent tone that causes the man to pale. He immediately melts into the crowd, unwilling to face off against Ace.
My mountain man turns to me, his eyes blazing with fury and his jaw locked tight. “We’re going now.”
I put my hands on my hips. He hasn’t talked to me in three days. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence, and yet he thinks he can come in here and control my life. “I was dancing with him.”
“Not anymore.” Without warning, he picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “You’re leaving.”
6
ACE
I’m going to fucking kill every man in this room for laying eyes on my girl. Some part of me knows it’s not logical, but fuck being rational. They’ve seen her. They’ve seen my beautiful girl in her short dress and ankle boots. They’ve seen her tits. The way they’re hard points beneath her dress. That’s only for me. She’ll only ever be for me.
“What are you doing? Why are you acting crazy?”
I grunt but don’t respond as I stalk my way across the dance floor. I think we both know that I’m way past the point of being logical.
Because I don’t answer she pounds on my back. The slight motion causes her pussy to grind against my shoulder and her dress to fly up, revealing the outline of pale globes.
I put my hand on her ass to cover anyone from seeing up her short little dress. I can’t deny how right it feels for my hand to be there on her ass, holding her still against me.
No one even bats an eye at the fact that I’m carrying a struggling girl out of the club. As if I needed even more reason to dislike the place. It’s been three days since that phone call with Mackenzie. Three days since I came so hard I nearly blacked out.
I can still hear her breathy moans and whimpers in my ear. Still feel how hard I gripped my cock as I listened to the beautiful symphony my woman made in the throes of ecstasy.
I should have done something. I should have reached out to her after that. But every time I went to call her, I talked myself out of it. What does a broken soldier like me have to offer a curvy innocent virgin? Just thinking about that makes me grind my teeth together.
“Put me down,” Mackenzie snaps.
I stop in front of my truck and set her on her feet. Then she’s pitching forward again from the sudden change in posture.
I step in front of her, so she doesn’t fall. But also because I need to feel her against me, need to remember that she’s mine. Or I might go back to the club and kill all those fuckers who saw her.
I push her up against my truck.
She grips my T-shirt. Her eyes are dilated as she stares up at me. Confusion and anger swirl in her gaze.