Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
But these little assholes, probably drinking buddies pounding them back and telling stories of fucking girls from school, thought it was a good idea to ignore the No Trespassing signs and pop a squat right on my fucking land.
I’d just been about to bust their party up, tell them to get the fuck off my property, when I saw her standing there looking over the ridge at Thickwood. I hadn’t seen her clearly at first, but as she walked closer to the ledge and leaned against a tree, I got a good glimpse of her profile.
And instantly, my body reacted.
I didn’t know what it was about her that had everything in me coming alive, but it was undeniable, unmistakable.
The fall of her long, dark hair lightly blew around her shoulders as the April air moved through the trees. The sight made my heart race faster. And the way she looked down at the town, as if she were thinking of memories that made her happy, ones that made her heart beat a little bit faster, had my breathing increasing.
She wasn’t some tiny, frail little thing, fragile like a twig easily snapped. And I fucking loved that about her. She was curvy and thick, made like a woman. And for the first time in God knew how long, I felt arousal settle deep into me and take hold. It was an unusual sensation after not feeling anything remotely close to it in so long.
And it pissed me off.
I prided myself on my control, on being able to block anything and everything out if I deemed it. Sexual urges did me no good when I chose a life of living only, of being celibate. But whoever she was, whatever it was about her, changed that in a split second as if it were as easy as reaching out and turning on a light switch.
I found myself taking a step closer to her, twigs snapping underneath my feet like I was some kind of fucking amateur hunter. I’d instantly seen the way her body tensed in reaction, when she looked over her shoulder and I saw her eyes widen as if she could pierce the darkness. I knew she couldn’t see me, but I could see her well enough, the moonlight shining through the tree line and washing her in a silvery glow.
I felt my cock harden, and all that did was make me even more annoyed. I didn’t like it, didn’t fucking like her for having this reaction in me so instant. But I found myself moving another step closer, and then another, branches breaking underneath my boots. I could’ve been silent, stealthy if I wanted, but here I was making so much fucking noise it was like an elephant stampeding through a porcelain shop.
I’d scared her, spooked her as if she were a deer sensing a predator, darting off as if the safety of her friends could protect her from an animal that wanted to devour her.
And in that moment, as I watched her, as my cock was hard between my legs, I felt like that animal, starving, hungry, salivating as I thought about all the things I wanted to do to her.
I moved closer, just yards from where they all sat around the campfire, but my focus was transfixed on her. Now that I got a better look, I could tell they were older. They were young, but not high schoolers. They were hardly over twenty, I was sure, over a decade younger than I was.
And they knew better, knew better than to trespass. I watched as she sat down next to yet another woman. They said something low to each other, and then she looked behind her shoulder, clearly sensing me. I curled my hands into tight fists at my side, not understanding this reaction I was having toward her.
“Dude, he probably likes scaring the shit out of everyone. He likely gets a big hard-on over it.”
I snapped my head in the direction of the little prick who’d spoken and growled low in warning. I watched all of them turn their attention in my direction after I’d made the gruff noise. I doubted they could see me, but it didn’t make a difference. I wanted my presence to be known. I took a step through the clearing.
“What the fuck was that?” one of the males hissed, and all five of them stood up and faced my direction, taking serval steps back as their flight-or-fight instinct rose up.
I stepped closer so the firelight now illuminated me, so they could see what they were dealing with.
“Oh, shit,” the little bastard who’d been talking all the shit about me muttered.
I didn’t like all the testosterone around her, around the woman who held my focus and interest so intently. My attention was on the woman with the long, dark hair. Her eyes were wide in nervousness, and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like I was the cause of that fear.