Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
The moment I walked away from the entrance, I heard my name. Turning, I slowly shook my head. “Why, Mr. Dahlstrom, fancy seeing you here.”
He pushed off the side of the building. “I saw you were getting ready to leave, and I had a feeling you’d be walking out on your own.”
I raised a brow. “What if I hadn’t been alone?”
With a devil-may-care grin, he approached me. “I would’ve had to tell your friend to take a hike,” he said.
“Is that so? And if I didn’t want him to take a hike?”
He put his hand on my hip and drew me closer. “Would you rather I leave and go get him?”
“No,” I softly said, “I would not.”
Beck laced his fingers in mine. “You look beautiful tonight, Avery.”
Smiling, I replied, “According to my friend Lacey, I look boring.”
“Ha. Far from it.”
I tugged on his hand. “Are you going to walk me to my car or what?”
We walked across the parking lot, hand in hand. I wanted to be mad at him. Push him away and tell him he’d had his chance, but everything in me screamed to just hold his hand and enjoy the moment.
“Why did you park so far from the door?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“It was the closest spot when I got here. Speaking of, did you drive yourself?”
He was still frowning as he looked down at me. “I met everyone here after running an errand in town.”
That piqued my curiosity. “What kind of errand?” I leaned against my car and looked up at him. Damn, if he wasn’t so good-looking.
“According to Brock and Ty Junior, I don’t have the proper riding gear for winter. So I did some shopping.”
I smiled. “Well, when you’re out riding, you’ll thank them.”
“Do you ride?”
My head pulled back in faux shock. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Horses. Do you ride?”
“Of course I ride. I grew up on a cattle ranch. Two, if you count the Shaw Ranch. I was on a horse as soon as I was old enough to sit up on my own.”
He chuckled. “I’m sorry I questioned you.”
I chewed on my lower lip. “Well, thank you for making sure I got safely to my car, but you really didn’t need to stay to babysit me, Beck.”
It was dark out, but I could see his eyes turning even darker. “I wasn’t babysitting you.”
Tilting my head, I asked, “Then what were you doing?”
“Making sure that man child kept his hands off of you.”
I choked out, “Man child? You do know he’s my age.”
“Men take longer to mature.”
“Aw, that’s right. So you’ll hit it in…what, another ten or fifteen years?”
He laughed and put both hands on either side of my body, pinning me against the car. His eyes searched my face, and I could feel my breathing getting heavier the longer he stared at me.
“Beck, what are you doing?”
Slowly shaking his head, he answered, “I don’t know. You make me so fucking crazy, Avery. Watching you dance with that little prick drove me insane.”
Lying, I said, “I…I didn’t do it on purpose. You said…”
My words trailed off as he lowered his mouth and stopped an inch from mine. “Fuck what I said.”
I should have pushed him away, but every part of my body craved him.
When our lips met, I dropped my purse and pushed my fingers through his hair, causing us both to moan. Beck lifted my leg and wrapped it around his body, pressing his hard dick against my core. I gasped and drew him closer. He rubbed against me in just the right way, and I was positive if he kept it up, I would come right there in the damn parking lot of The Blue Moose.
He jerked his mouth away and started to kiss down my neck while his hand went under my sweater, shoving my bra up and exposing my breasts to his touch. He pinched my nipple, and I bucked against him. Before I knew it, he was lifting me, and I wrapped both legs around his body. He pinned me against the car. My mother’s car, for fuck’s sake.
“Do you like that?” he asked, pinching my nipple again and causing me to cry out softly.
“Yes!” I said, tugging on his hair and pulling his head back so that I could kiss him.
He rocked faster and harder into me as he played with my breast. Could I really come this way? Fully clothed, both of us. With the way my body was building up…yes, I could.
“Beck, don’t stop!” I begged in a whispered cry, trying to increase the friction. “God, yes!”
“That’s it, baby. I want to hear you say my name when you come.”
And that was my undoing. Knowing I was in the parking lot and anyone could see us, at any time, I forced myself to be quiet as I gasped Beck’s name. He covered my mouth with his, swallowing my moans of pleasure. I dug my nails into his shoulders and rode out wave after wave of ecstasy.