Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
And I’m happy to let him be the man in this instance. Especially when he looks so good doing it.
“Well, thanks. Where are you heading?”
He lifts his chin. “I should hit my truck soon, unless I’m off.” He looks up at the trees and back at the house. “No, the truck should be up here in ten feet or so.”
“Then what?”
“Then I’m going to dig it out and see if the plow will work. It’s a big truck, but I don’t think I’ve ever plowed anything this deep.”
Oh thank God. He has a plow. Of course he does. It fits the mountain man / construction crew vibe.
“And if it doesn’t?” I don’t know why I’m asking so many questions, but I’m so out of my element here. I’m completely at the mercy of his knowledge and expertise. I can’t go anywhere unless he gets me there.
“Then I carry you back into that cabin and give you a few more lessons for your research.”
My pussy squeezes. “What kind did you have in mind?”
He stops shoveling and tilts his head. “Bondage. Anal. More spanking.”
It’s like he lit a match and tossed it into a puddle of fuel. Heat explodes in my core, flames lick my inner thighs, my asshole, my nipples.
“Maybe some edging.”
“What’s that?” My voice warbles. I’m not afraid, but a tremor of nerves ripple through me.
“That’s where I keep you on the brink of an orgasm but don’t let you come.”
“That sounds… horrible!” I complain.
“Nah. When you finally do come, it’ll be so good you’ll be sobbing at my feet.”
My pussy clenches again and my face flushes red. It should sound egotistical. He’s suggesting I would be on my knees—submissive to him. But the matter-of-fact way he presents it, makes me believe it’s true. I would be on my knees, begging for more. And I’d probably love every minute of it.
“I-I don’t think you have consent for that.” I’m getting flustered, a trait I normally judge myself into oblivion for, but when Caleb’s lips quirk up, my insecurities fall away.
“We’ll see.” He returns to shoveling.
I grab the snow from the wall beside me and form a snowball to lob at him. It strikes square in his back.
He doesn’t turn around. I’m not sure he even felt it. Smothering a giggle, I ball up another one, tossing this one at the back of his head. It hits his neck.
I wince, imagining how awful it must feel to have snow fall down the back of his collar, but he only twitches a shoulder. “You must really want that spanking,” he rumbles without turning or pausing in his shoveling.
Now I giggle out loud. I ball up a snowball and pitch it at his head again. I miss, but Bear chases and tries to catch it in his mouth, coming back with snowflakes falling from his lolling tongue.
“Come on, Bear, let’s see what it takes to get the mountain man to turn around,” I tease, forming another snowball.
Caleb turns, amusement dancing on his face. “Baby, you throw another snowball, I’m gonna toss you in that snowdrift.”
I run, launching myself at his body in an attempt to tackle him into the snow. The fact that I’m not worried about hurting him, or him freaking out about having a rather big-bodied woman fly through the air at him is a testament to just how manly I think he is.
The fact that my full weight hitting him from two feet away doesn’t barrel him over is a testament to how bad-ass he truly is.
He catches me, a full laugh rumbling out of his chest as I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze for all I’m worth. It feels amazing to be held this way. Like I weigh nothing. Like my size isn’t too big, too hefty to lift. Like he’s enjoying the close contact.
Bear jumps at Caleb’s feet, as if this is a game he wants to play, too.
“Now you’re gonna get it.” His dark eyes are intent on my lips.
“Oh yeah?” I breathe.
His smile has a trace of wickedness to it. “Definitely.” He starts trudging back to the cabin, carrying me like I’m as light as a kitten. “We weren’t going to get out of here today, anyway. I just didn’t want to break it to you yet.”
Well, that’s sweet.
“Thanks for trying.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You don’t know what punishment I have in store for you.”
Flutters of excitement zoom through me. I’m getting more sex than a newlywed here and it’s like my whole body’s coming alive. I feel sexy for the first time in my life. I want sex. I want to strut my stuff. I’m willing to open myself to a man.
And it doesn’t feel scary.
Maybe I feel safe because it’s short term. This little adventure is encapsulated by the time I’m snowed in here. And if it extends beyond that, it would only be the few more days I’m up in Pecos. After that, I go back to Albuquerque and he stays here. End of story.