Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
We stayed like that for a long couple of moments as we tried to slow our breathing, bring some calm back to the chaos in our bodies.
"What?" I asked when I could feel Huck's body vibrating, a chuckle moving through his chest.
"You were worried about the guys knowing what was going on," he said.
"Yeah..." I agreed, brows furrowing.
"Babe," he started, pushing up to smirk down at me, "I think the entire goddamn town knows I fucked you tonight," he informed me, smile pure male pride. And, damn him, he'd earned it, so I couldn't even be mad about it.
"Hey, now, everyone knows I was fucked, no one knows who did it."
"No? he asked, sitting back, sliding out of me. "Because that was my name you screamed when you came," he said, hopping off the bed, grabbing my knee, half-flipping me onto my belly, so that he could land a loud, hard slap to my ass before walking off to the bathroom, pure swagger in his step.
I should have been worrying about the guys, about facing them in the morning after they'd heard me getting fucked by their president, but I couldn't seem to hold onto any of those kinds of thoughts as I rolled onto my back, sliding up on the bed.
That was when I saw it.
A strange light out of the corner of my eye.
A green light, to be exact.
My head whipped over toward the side of the room where my computer was set up, not seeing anything.
I tried to tell myself I was seeing things, that maybe a reflection had come through the window or something, even though it seemed unlikely.
But I couldn't shake the strange uneasiness in my stomach as I shot off the bed, rushing over to my computer, shaking the mouse to wake it up.
Nothing seemed off, though. Everything was just as I had left it.
"What's the matter?" Huck asked, making me jump.
"What? Oh, nothing," I said, putting the screen to sleep, then reaching up to slide the camera guard over the lens before turning back to Huck.
"Thought you were about to play your game." His smile was lazy as his gaze moved over my naked body. "Your version of having a cigarette," he added, moving over to the bed, pulling back the covers to climb in, patting the side next to me.
"I usually play to relax," I told him, walking back to the bed, slipping under the covers. He reached out, yanking me to his side, his palm resting just above the triangle of my sex, an oddly possessive gesture I reveled in for a long second. "I'm already pretty relaxed," I added.
Another sexy chuckle moved through him at that. "I'm crashing here tonight," he informed me, making no room for argument.
"Well, it is your bed," I agreed.
"Less about the bed, more about the company," he told me. Those words were hardly a sonnet, but they made my heart feel like it tripped in my chest, falling and skittering around.
And, oh, I knew that feeling far too well.
It was dangerous.
It never seemed to lead anywhere good.
And I knew the chances of it leading anywhere at all with Huck were slim to none, but I couldn't seem to talk any sense into myself as he shifted down on the bed, pulling me onto his chest, his arm draping possessively around me.
I should have shifted away, moved to the far end of the bed, waited for him to fall asleep, then gotten up, moved away. Away from him, away from my growing feelings, just away. Because I knew what was in store for me if I stayed.
Feelings.
Then heartache when it all fell apart.
"Learning to ride tomorrow," Huck told me, voice rough with the sleep that was gaining on him.
"Yes," I agreed, smiling.
It was useless to fight it.
I knew me.
My heart was going to get involved whether I liked it or not. And each time he gave me that smile, laughed at something I said, when he said my name, when he looked my way, when he touched my body, when he spent his time with me, it was all just going to compound the issue.
Until I was in too deep to turn back.
But, I reminded myself, those were problems for another day.
Right now, I had this gorgeous, sexy, interesting, powerful, dangerous, and attentive man in bed with me. I had his strong arm wrapped possessively around me. I had his steady heartbeat beneath my ear.
And it felt good.
He felt good.
I wasn't going to ruin the present moment by worrying about a potential future one that didn't' feel so good.
Of course, in that moment, I had no idea just how bad things could get in just forty-eight short hours.
So I slept deeply and soundly in the arms of a man I was beginning to really like, blissfully unaware of what was to come.