Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
She was still out when the chopper came to a stop. She didn’t stir when I lifted her to take her into the two-story mansion I’d built for her, just cuddled in close to my chest and mumbled some shit. She must be ass tired, something else I feel guilty about.
My pregnant woman has been working all these months instead of sitting at home with her feet up, being waited on hand and foot by me. No worries though, I plan on making it all up to her now that she was where she belongs.
I kissed her brow after placing her on the bed in the master bedroom. I removed her clothes, and she still didn’t wake up, just turned into the pillow that I was sure had my scent and sighed. I shook my head with a smile and left the room. Little Ms. Innocent is lucky I came along. I don’t know how she survived on her own after leaving the family spread to set out on her own.
I’d had a rip-roaring row with the others when I showed up looking for her after I’d given the government what I owed them, or what I’d signed up for rather, and she wasn’t where I’d left her. I damn near tore the place apart in my rage.
My grandmother had been the one to calm me down and tell me where she was. I was already bone tired from my trip back stateside, but I’d set out that same day to go after her. It took me two days to get her movements down as well as the rest of the people in her building.
It’s part of my training to case places much more dangerous than her apartment building in the shortest amount of time possible, so it was no hardship. My first sight of her left me breathless, and I’d barely contained myself from going to her too soon.
I had lotta questions, like why the hell she left home? Was she running from me? Then I remembered the last time we saw each other. It was her sixteenth birthday, and the family had put on a big bash as their wont to do on special occasions.
She was looking pretty as hell that day, and all grown up, and my heart had ached just from looking at her. I’d done everything I could over the years to let her grow in peace, giving her the freedom to be a regular teenager, except when it came to boys, she wasn’t allowed to date anyone ever.
That day her eyes had sparkled with merriment as she danced with me, and I remember the lump in my throat as I looked down at her. My sweet baby had grown into one beautiful girl. But that’s all she was still, a girl.
I knew by then that she needed more time to grow. That even though our state says it’s legal for a woman of sixteen to get married that she was in no way ready for my bed. So when she came onto me that night, I panicked. Not because I didn’t want her, but because I didn’t want to hurt her in any way.
It wasn’t just my size that worried me, but the fact that she hadn’t seen anything of the outside world at that point. She was still the same sweet naïve girl who thought that just because there was a highway built that could get us from the ranch to the nearest major city that that now meant we were city folk. She doesn’t like cities, that much I knew.
But that night, when she wrapped her arms around my neck and held her lips up to me, it was the hardest thing I’d ever done, turning her away. I can still see the look of pained horror on her face, and no matter how I tried explaining things to her, she’d already turned a deaf ear. Stubborn!
I spent that whole night with my twelve-inch dick on hard fighting the need to go to her bed and just take her. But I knew it wouldn’t be right that she needed more time. I didn’t want her looking back on her life someday and regretting what we had.
I was already in the reserves then, so the next day, I called my recruiter and signed up for a longer stint and got the hell outta there. I should’ve said goodbye, but I knew if I saw her, I might waver. It doesn’t take much for her to get me to do her bidding, all she has to do is flutter those long lashes over those cornflower blues, and I’m a goner.
I headed back outside and unloaded her stuff that I’d packed back at the apartment then headed for a shower. I took my first real easy breath since I found out she’d been gone when I ducked my head under the water.