Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“You’ll never believe this!” I tell her as I scoop her into my arms and march back to her special play area. “I just met Tiny Bear, and he’s not tiny at all!”
Chapter 2
Barrett
Iblink and watch the curvy goddess that was plucked from my dreams disappear.
The sound of my mom’s motorized wheelchair shakes me from my fantasy that involves breeding my good girl against every flat surface in my home. I didn’t even realize I wanted kids or the whole picket fence thing until I saw her. Then all at once, everything slotted into place for me. The reason I’ve never found a woman I wanted—it’s because I was meant for her. Meant to be her soulmate.
“Sorry, I’m late,” I apologize to my mom. She adopted me and my three brothers. The four of us were just unwanted troublemakers, moving from house to house. But she gave us a home. I’ll always be grateful for that.
“Did Skip get out again?” She asks, her tone laced with amusement.
Skip is my three-legged mutt. Found him on the side of the road with an infected leg. I got him to the vet, but by then the damage had been done. Despite everything, he’s a happy guy who follows me around. Well, most of the time. He’s known for pulling a runner every now and again.
“Yeah, I tracked him down to the creek. Who was the woman?” I don’t bother trying to keep the curiosity out of my tone. Don’t reckon I’m going to be able to hide these feelings for very long, not that I want to. I want the world to know the curvy goddess is mine. Just have to get her name first.
Mom’s face lights up. I swear this woman has never met a stranger a day in her life. She always sees the good in everyone, even a mutt like me. “That’s Sadie. I told you about her, the girl from the donut shop. She left you something over there on the counter.”
I charge toward the cash counter, barely able to keep myself from running. There are two white boxes. The bigger one holds six donuts, and the second one has a small notecard on top of it.
I open the box first. I’m greeted by the sight of a cream-filled donut with frosting intricately placed. It takes me a minute to understand what it is—a bear’s face.
Sadie made this for me. She doesn’t even know me. At least, she didn’t until a few minutes ago when I proudly told her I could give her all the Os she’d need for a lifetime. There was just something about coming upon her cute heart-shaped ass. Then the way she responded when I teased her, blushing that soft pink color.
Reaching for the brightly colored card designed for kids, I quickly read the delicate, feminine scrawl: Tiny bear, come by the bakery and you can sample the frosting anytime.
Well, hell, my woman knows what she wants. I’m the cowboy that’s more than happy to oblige as my mouth waters just imagining Sadie’s frosting. Will she be just as sweet as I’m thinking?
“Oh, that’s cute,” Mom mutters when she peeks at the donut for me.
I tap the card against my palm. “Why did she call me Tiny Bear?”
“Because that’s your name,” Mom says. She’s the only one who calls me by the nickname. She started it when I first came to live with her at eight years old. It was cute then, a habit that made me feel closer to this stranger that brought me into her house. “Oh, I guess she thinks you’re a youngin.”
I chuckle. “Doesn’t matter. I have frosting to sample.”
Sadie
“What are you going to do?” Dotty asks as she smothers another laugh. She’s been doing that this entire phone call.
As soon as I got back to the bakery, I called my bestie here in Courage County. Dotty and I haven’t known each other long, but she feels like my long-lost sister. She’s the first person I want to tell when I have a good day or a bad one, and today was definitely bad.
“What do you mean?” I ask when the answer is completely obvious. “I’m going to post a ‘for sale’ sign in the window of the bakery, dye my hair, change my name, and leave town forever.”
“You can’t do that!” She cries out. “I’m still stuck as an intern here at the stupid newspaper!”
“Fine, but if I die of utter humiliation the next time I see the cowboy, it’s going to be your fault,” I warn her as I measure out the ingredients for another round of sticky frosting. I’m running low on ingredients, but I’m due to get a delivery later tonight. Hopefully.
“I solemnly promise I will take the blame,” she cackles.
“The worst part is that he’s crazy hot,” I sigh, unable to believe my luck. I knew a couple of my girlfriends have fallen for some of the Maple brothers. I just didn’t realize that Barrett was well…big. So big. What would it feel to have a man like him wrapped around me, holding onto me? Would he say filthy things to me as he made good on the promised orgasms?