Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Pesky Pete spoils the view like graffiti on the side of Notre Dame Cathedral. I have the urge to drive my fist into his nose and lay him out right here right now, but that wouldn’t be the thing to do—not in front of her. But I’m also not going to give him any more chances to upset her either.
“Get up,” I repeat, my voice low.
“But…the next stop isn’t mine,” Pete protests. “I’ll have to walk a half hour home.”
“I don’t care,” I growl. “You should have thought about that before you behaved like a caveman around this woman. Now get up.”
Pete may be a creep, but he gets the message this time. The bastard’s practically shaking like a leaf as he gets up and squeezes between me and the next seat and makes his way for the door. The bus begins to slow, and as it does, I hear Pete’s footsteps stop. They stop too early, well before he should have reached the door.
Trusting my instincts, I spin just in time to dodge the incoming thrust from his knife.
Slimy son of a bitch.
I break his jaw with a right hook, then crumple him into a heap with a left to the ribcage. He grunts as the bus comes to a stop. The hydraulics hiss as I grab him by the collar and drag him to the door and toss him out on his ass. I catch the bus driver’s eye in the rearview mirror, but all he does is give me a slight nod. He saw everything and doesn’t want to add another two hours onto his night by calling the cops and dealing with paperwork. He presses the door-close button, and the bus takes off, leaving Pesky Pete on the sidewalk.
Quickly, I make my way back to my angel. She must be terrified after all of that. Even most men aren’t accustomed to seeing that type of violence in their daily life, let alone most women.
“I’m sorry about all that,” I tell her. “Pete’s gone. He won’t bother you again.”
She looks up at me, and it’s like a thrust in the gut from Pete’s knife. I’ve never been this close to her before, and goddamn is it something. My heart rate is elevated from the fight, but her eyes cause me to feel suddenly lightheaded, and I have to take hold of the seat beside me to steady myself.
I feel my pants start to tighten as my cock starts to stiffen. Goddamn, just from looking at her. Thirty-two years old and I’m boning up like a teenager. This isn’t the first time this has happened when looking at her, either, but being this close to her…the effects are amplified and I’m practically busting the buttons off my jeans.
“T-thank you,” she says. Jesus, her voice is even gorgeous as well. Sweet like the sweetest music. It goes straight to my chest and hooks in like a chain leashed to my heart. What wouldn’t I do for this girl?
The thought excites and terrifies me at the same time. There’s a reason I never came and made my move on her before—a reason I only watched from afar; women have been nothing but trouble in my life. After my money, my success, and up until now I’ve been able to avoid them.
But now…standing in front of her, staring into her eyes and hearing her voice…I know I won’t be able to say no to her. Not for anything.
“What’s your name?” The question that’s been plaguing me for weeks.
“M-Mari…”
Mari…
For some reason, I can’t think of a more perfect name. Not now, not ever.
She’s shaking—if not from Pesky Pete, then from whatever it was that had her so upset when she got on the bus before. All I want to do is help her, make her life better however I can.
“Mari, I’m Cane.” I gesture to the empty space on the seat beside her. “May I?”
She answers instantly. “Yes.”
I don’t know what I would have done if she’d said no, but I sure as hell wasn’t about to just slide in there like Pete and make her feel uncomfortable if that wasn’t what she’d wanted.
Even so, there’s no denying the primal urge inside of me that has me wanting to strip her bare and fuck her right here on the seat, filthy and raw, let the bus driver see my bare ass pumping up and down. I couldn’t care less.
I’d run my hands through her hair, pull up her shirt so I could lick and kiss her breasts, and cover her mouth with my hand to quiet her moans so only I could hear them. Then I’d fill her with my cum so it would drip down her thighs when she got up.
Goddamn, this isn’t like me. I never think like this. I’m a calm man, always in control of my feelings, but Mari has me absolutely brimming with testosterone. I’m practically ready to bust in my pants as I cross my legs and look over at her.