Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Not to be a total downer, but unless Danny wants to leave, you can’t take her.”
The sister spins around and places her hands on her hips. “Who’s going to stop me?”
I look at her small frame and then at my much larger one.
“Size doesn’t matter,” she huffs.
“Oh, it matters,” I say softly. I’m a big man--everywhere.
“Ugh, gag me,” Cyn interjects. “Can you not make suggestive comments like that in front of me? I’m your cousin, for crying out loud.”
“And it’s a good thing or I’d have kicked you out long ago if it wasn’t for Aunt Marie.”
“Rude. He’s so rude,” Cyn says to Danny’s sister.
“I can see that. I’m really sorry you have to deal with it but you can also see why it’s important for me to get Danny out of here.”
“Ah, well—” Cyn scratches the side of her neck. “You see, what King said is accurate. We won’t allow anyone to take Danny away unless she wants it.”
“I’m her sister.”
I can see the fire snapping in Cyn’s eyes. I grab her elbow and drag her out of the room. “I definitely hear people calling for you.”
The one great thing about Cyn is that she’s pretty good at reading the room. She realizes she almost let things get out of control. She pulls out of my grip, adjusts her shirt, and says, “Fine. I’ll go check on the cabins, but no one is taking Danny. Not even her sister.”
“I know.” I give Cyn a push. Those are our rules. Once a woman is under our protection, no one can take her away. You never know who’s pulling the strings in a woman’s family. Could be her mom or her dad or her brother or her abuser. It doesn’t matter to us who wants the woman back. It has to be her choice so even though I want to fuck the daylights out of Weston, not even she can take Danny out of the compound.
There’s no need to argue about it, though. Danny should be here tomorrow and can tell her sister that personally.
I poke my head back into the room where Weston is pulling open drawers. She stops when she hears me. “You have any luggage to bring up?”
She brushes her hair away from her face, a little flustered at being caught snooping. “No. I don’t intend to stay long so I have a change of...stuff in my purse.”
I eye the small satchel on the bed. She must mean underwear. In that case, she’ll need pajamas and something comfortable. “I’ll get you some clothes then. There are towels in the closet in the bathroom along with some toiletries.”
Cyn keeps us well stocked. There’s all kinds of smelly shit in the bathrooms.
“I like peach, if you’re wondering,” I tell her as I head across the hall to my room. I don’t hear her response, but I assume it’s sharp and maybe even profanity laden. I grin to myself. Weston’s a fiery girl with a mouth on her. I like it. A lot. I can’t wait for her smart mouth to be all over me, leaving bruise marks on my neck, my chest, and, most importantly, my cock. Even though there’s a whole room full of new clothes in all kinds of sizes, I opt to pull a sweatshirt and a pair of long gym shorts out of my own dresser. I’ve never had a woman wear my clothes before, but I know instinctively I’m going to like seeing Weston’s body draped in something of mine. She’s so fine, it makes my back teeth ache with want. A nice rack, curvy hips, a face so pretty that it makes my chest tighten every time I look at her.
I can’t wait to make her mine. Hopefully that will be tonight. My cock is already hurting. I reach inside my jeans and adjust the heavy length. It’s still obvious I have a hard-on but I don’t really give a shit. She should know I want her.
I cross the hall and walk through the open door. “Got a man at home?” I toss the clothes on the bed. “You might want to call and apologize to him.”
“For what?” She fingers the clothes.
“You’re going to have to break up with him since you’re going to be my woman now.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Just how life’s going to be from now on. Also, I’ll need to know your first name by the end of the day.” I turn and head for my room again. I’m going to need to rub one out so I can function for the rest of the day.
“Why is my first name so important?” she calls after me.
“Because I’m not calling you Weston when I’m balls deep inside of you.”
Chapter Four
Hayden
I roll my eyes at King’s words. I think he’s got it in his mind that his crude comments are going to annoy me but I spend half of my time in barns and fields with men, so not much affects me. I don’t think there’s anything that I haven't heard. Still even with that, I feel my face warm thinking about King actually being inside of me. The one place I’ve never let another man go. Again, because I hang out with too many of them and know that most only want one thing. Once they get what they’re after, they move on to the next. I think deep down inside, I know if I give myself over to a man I’ll turn into a stage five clinger. I get attached easily. It’s why I keep most people at arm's length. People always leave. That’s exactly what’s brought me here.