Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
We’re alone now. In the middle of the street. Staring at each other.
And he’s still completely naked.
“Come,” he says as he heads for the truck.
It’s only one word, but it’s enough for me. I hurry into the passenger’s seat with my pulse racing. I slam the door closed and then turn to his mangled arm with the deep puncture wounds. Thick red blood is coating his skin as it pours out and makes a mess everywhere.
Before I can help him wrap it up, he throws the truck into drive and takes off down the street. As we pass the alley, I see the three men in there holding a paper. Dread creeps in and makes it hard to breathe when I realize what they’re looking at…
My resume.
It has my telephone number and my home address on it.
I’ll never be safe.
My stomach starts rolling as my heartbeat turns sluggish.
When it hits me that I’m locked in a naked stranger’s truck and headed to I don’t know where, I start to breathe a little heavier.
I might be in even more danger than before.
My eyes dart over to his huge cock that’s fully in view and I gulp.
Or, I might be in for the time of my life…
Chapter Three
Cameron
My grizzly hasn’t moved an inch since I got in the truck. Normally after a fight, he’s all amped up and I have to let him roam around in the forest for a couple of hours for him to calm down, but he’s fine right here staring at Willow.
And so am I.
I can’t stop looking over at her. She’s a true angel in every sense of the word. The innocence surrounding her shines like an aura. She’s perfect and she’s all mine.
Her cheeks are blushing pink as she looks up at me with a shy look. Fuck, I can feel the pureness emanating off her as she watches me timidly with those big brown eyes.
She’s dressed up nice in business attire with her sandy brown hair tied up in a bun. The silky strands have started to fight their way loose, making her hair look wild like she’s just been fucked in the back of a truck. My bear growls at the thought of her with another man.
Don’t worry, I tell him. She’s ours now. We’re not going to let her go. Ever.
He grunts in agreement.
I glance back over at her as I drive aimlessly away from the town. She’s got a thick curvy body, which is exactly what I was hoping my mate would have. Big hips, thick legs, and breasts that I can get lost in for days.
I feel like the luckiest man in the world whenever I look at her.
“You’re bleeding,” she says in a low hushed voice. Her eyes are focused on my bloody arm, so I take the opportunity to admire her face in closer detail. Those lush pink lips are open and I nearly pass out when I see her wet tongue. Her round cheeks are shaded pink, which is probably from me being naked. I know she’s innocent and I should treat her as such, but she’s going to have to get used to seeing my cock. I’m going to be sinking it between her legs every moment I can. She won’t be so innocent after I do what I have planned for her.
“We have to get you to a hospital,” she says as she gently touches my arm and her fingertips come away red. “Your arm is gushing blood. Which way is the hospital?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been to it.”
She takes off her safety belt and begins to maneuver out of her cardigan. I swallow hard as I watch her big tits moving under her blouse. They’re mesmerizing. My bear growls hungrily and I agree. I just want to rip that shirt off her and see if her nipples are as pink as her blushing cheeks.
Unfortunately, she stops her striptease after her sweater is off. I’m still breathing heavily and getting rock hard as she balls it up and presses it against my shredded arm. That fucking tiger got me when I was distracted with my mate and nearly tore my arm off. If I ever run into that fucker again, he’s going to regret it.
“What are you doing?” I ask with a grin as she tries to tie her sweater around my bloody arm, making the worst bandage ever.
“I don’t know!” she says in a panic. “I’ve never done this before!”
“You’re doing great,” I tell her with a smile. “It feels better.”
“Are you sure?” she says as she squeezes the sweater in place, trying to keep my wound from bleeding.
She’s so close. I don’t even think to tell her that this is all a waste of time (and a waste of a sweater). My shifter healing is already kicking in and taking care of the deep tissue. I can feel the wound tingling, which means the muscle and tendons are beginning to reattach themselves as they heal. Soon, the skin will heal as well.