Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I’ve been so careful over the years never to tip my hand, never to let anyone know what was in me for her. Now I’m faced with new questions. The battle raged on inside me as I paced my floors deep in thought. My heart and my mind said one thing, but my conscience was screaming another.
How was I supposed to leave her alone after this though, after getting just that one taste of what she had to offer? Who was I saving her for anyway? Was I really willing to go through more nights of torture imagining her with someone else’s hands on her? My hands balled into fists at the thought. I’d fucking kill her and anyone that tried. Yeah that makes sense Grant.
It wasn’t long before my mind took a turn. As I sat there into the dark night I played it over and over again in my mind. I tried to imagine her going up in flames like that for another man and wanted to commit murder at the thought.
I felt my resolve slipping as the clock ticked away in the background. When I found myself fighting the urge to go take her from her family’s house, I knew I was in deep shit. As hard as I fought it, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I didn’t even break a sweat over it, didn’t struggle with the realization. Just resolved myself to what was.
I finally accepted that I’d fucked up but good because I know me, and I know that little girl didn’t stand a chance. That one little taste had sealed her fate. I was going to give her a few days to get over whatever she needed to with this wedding thing, and then I was taking what was rightfully mine, what I’d laid claim to tonight.
Chapter 6
GRANT
She’s been avoiding me. I wasn’t too sure until the third time that she was conveniently missing or busy when I showed up at her doorstep. If she thought that shit was gonna work she was crazy. I didn’t want to tip my hand to her father, not before we’d ironed some shit out, but how could I do that if she kept hiding from me? And why the fuck was she? The last night I missed her, I made up my mind that if she didn’t stop her shit I was going to climb through her bedroom window and be done with the fuckery.
Her daddy and momma were under the impression that she was hiding out to lick her wounds over the broken engagement, my ass. If that was true I was going to deal with her little ass.
As fate was wont to be, the very next day I ran into my hellcat in town. It was instantaneous, the feelings that overcame me as I watched her from across the street. I found myself smiling like a jackass for no damn reason at the sight of her. Last night I had put together a plan in my head after she’d ran from me again, but there was a lot that needed to be settled between us first. I admit that taking her to my bed wasn’t the smartest move, not with so much going on around us, but I wouldn’t take it back for the world.
I had one drawback in all this mess, one thing that brought me up short. Can she really handle all the things I want to do with her and to her? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself since I made the decision to claim her, one that I had no answers to, and won’t until I made my move. This going around and around in my head was driving me crazy though, and it was time to stop. There was no way I was ever going to let anyone else put hands on her, so there was really nothing for it.
I had been so lost in thought that I missed the interaction going on across the street. “Son of a bitch.” I was moving towards her before I could stop myself. The asshole that was in her face all smiles was two seconds away from death. I didn’t even bother announcing myself to either of them, just grabbed her arm and pulled her away. I didn’t even notice who was out and about when I pulled my little caveman act, and couldn’t care less.
“Hey.” There’s that sweet disposition I know and love.
“Morning sunshine, miss me?” I pulled her along to my truck never even giving a second thought to her car. “Would you mind not dragging me around like a sack of potatoes?” She tried digging her nails into my hand to get me to let go.
“I would if I thought your ass would follow where I lead but since I know there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of that happening, we’d do it my way.” I had no idea where the fuck I was dragging her off to, I just know that the sight of her had my dick on the move, and now that I had her scent in my nose the shit was even worse.