Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I don’t know. Don’t be a child and give that to me.”
I shake my head and press the button, but nothing happens. “It’s broken.”
“I haven’t put batteries in it yet.” Her face is flaming red, and now she won’t meet my eyes, and I feel like an asshole. “It ended up here by…accident.”
She tells me a quick tale about trying to hide it from Daisy, and it ended up in the kid’s pillow case, but luckily Erin found it, and Abbi came out to retrieve it.
“So, you haven’t used it.”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no.” She frowns and reaches for it, and this time, I let her have it.
I fucking hate that she thinks she needs that thing. And the idea of playing with her, of using that on her myself to make her lose her pretty mind, and then fucking her the way she should be fucked makes my jeans too tight.
“Why are you scowling?” she asks as she stows the toy in her bag.
“Why do you need that thing?”
“For fuck’s sake,” she mutters, shaking her head. “Just drop it, okay? It doesn’t matter. It’s just a silly toy.”
But I think it matters. I think it matters a lot, actually, and I tip her face up so I can look her in the eyes.
“Tell me, Abs.”
“You’re impossible. Don’t you ever hear the word no?”
“Sure. It’s fine, you don’t have to tell me.” I brush my thumb over her lower lip and then back away, and her tongue darts out to touch where I just was, and it’s almost my undoing.
“You kissed me,” she whispers and bites that lip, frowning as if she’s mad at herself. I want to smooth the frown lines between her eyebrows with my thumb, but I don’t. “And then you were just gone. So, yeah, I bought a toy. I’m a grown woman who can do…those things.”
She bought a sex toy because I got her hot and bothered and didn’t follow through.
I’m the lowest piece of shit there is.
“Abbi.”
“It’s cold,” she says and opens her door, climbing inside. “Have a good night, Brady.”
Without a backward glance at me, she pulls out of the driveway, headed toward town, and I stand in the goddamn snow, cursing myself as a fool.
Finally, I run around back to my own vehicle, start it, and drive into Bitterroot Valley, but instead of following Abbi to her house, I end up at The Wolf Den. The bar is trendy and serves good food, and on Friday nights, it’s usually packed.
Tonight is no exception, especially since we’re in the heart of winter tourist season.
Since I’m not in the mood for company, I find a single empty stool at the very end of the bar and order a beer.
I’m halfway into the pint when someone taps on my shoulder.
“I thought that was you,” Jen’s voice purrs from just behind me, and I turn on my stool to look at her. She’s a barrel racer, and she’s been a fuck buddy for years. Her golden eyes sweep over me from head to toe, and she licks her lips. “Let’s go back to my place.”
“Yeah.” I chug the last of my beer, toss some bills on the bar, and stand. “Let’s do that.”
Jen takes my hand and leads me through the crowd and outside into the crisp evening air.
“I’ll meet you there,” I tell her. “I don’t want to leave my car here.”
“I walked, so I’ll ride with you.”
“Hop in.” I hold the door open for her, then walk around to the driver’s side and start the engine. Jen’s place is less than two minutes away, in a little apartment above a garage. I’ve been here dozens of times over the years. Less in the last year or so, but I’m familiar with the place and with the woman.
Maybe I just need to fuck Abbi out of my system once and for all.
“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jen says as she wraps her arms and legs around me, kissing my neck as I climb the stairs to her place, carrying her with me. “God, I’ve missed this.”
I get her inside and then pin her against the door and kiss her, fisting my hand in her hair. But it’s not blonde. It’s dark.
And when my eyes meet hers, they’re not blue.
They’re gold.
Her body is too long and willowy. Not lush and curvy.
Every damn thing about this is wrong.
“Come on, Wild,” she says, grinding herself against me. “Fuck me.”
I carefully lower her to the ground and back away from her, breathing hard. She’s panting, too, and her eyes narrow on me.
“What the fuck, Brady?”
“This isn’t going to happen.” I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, disgusted that I can still taste her there.
“Jesus Christ, you’re not a tease. Come on.” She whips her shirt over her head and reveals tits that aren’t covered by a bra. “You love fucking me. Let’s do this. Let me ride that cock.”