Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I finally escape the last of the potholes, only to spot a small passenger car parked in front of the cabin. Annoyance immediately flares, but I shrug it off. It's probably hikers. The agent who helped facilitate the sale warned me that there are plenty of those out here.
I'll post a few No Trespassing signs and run them off the property until they get the fucking hint that this is no longer a free parking spot for their little adventures. I don't want to deal with people. I just want to be left the fuck alone. It's not too much to ask.
I kill the engine, grab my duffle, and head toward the cabin, too tired to deal with the rest of my shit—not like there's much of it. I'm not the kind of man who needs much in life.
My needs at the moment are simple: a shower and sleep.
At least, that's the plan until I step over the threshold. The smell of sugar and sunshine mixed with vanilla hits me like a fist in the gut. The scent is so intoxicating, so fucking sweet, it turns my cock to stone. I rock back on my heels, groaning as my balls throb.
I haven't taken myself in hand in… Christ. It's been months since I dealt with the hard bastard in my pants. It's not like there's been a reason. The damn thing never works.
The men in my unit used to give me shit about it all the fucking time, but I ignored it. Frankly, they would have been horrified if they knew why I didn't sleep around like most of them. But the shit I want?
Well, I gave up believing it existed anywhere outside of my own dirty mind a long time ago. I certainly wasn't going to ask some random woman to act like my little girl while I fucked her raw, especially when I never came across a woman who made me want to act on the desire.
Maybe I'm crazy, but I'll know my little princess when I find her. Until then, I've always been content to wait. It's not like it's been a hardship when I've spent most of my time deployed or training the next batch of Rangers meant to deploy.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, slapping the switch on the wall. As light floods the small cabin, it takes me a minute to process the scene in front of me. Whoever smells so goddamn good has been here recently.
Her shit is still strewn all over the place. There are shoes by the door, a bra draped over the back of the couch, and grocery bags sitting on the small table.
"What the fuck?" I mutter, stepping deeper into the room. Is she the previous owner? The one who decided that paying taxes was a suggestion and not a requirement?
I'm pretty fucking certain the agent said the former owner was a man. But those shoes won't fit any man I've ever met.
Another wave of that goddamn perfect scent wafts toward me. No man I've ever met smells that fucking good, either. I grit my teeth, trying to steel myself against the arousal that scent sends coursing through my veins.
Son of a bitch.
A soft shuffling sound slips from beneath the bedroom door. I whip my head in that direction, only to notice the light spilling out from beneath the crack.
Whoever the mystery woman is, she's still in there.
My temper flares at the thought of her using my cabin without permission. A savage growl builds in my chest as I stomp across the room, fully intending to kick her trespassing ass out of here. I don't care how good she smells, I'm not running a charity here, and I don't have the patience for bullshit. I'm too goddamn tired to deal with it.
I throw the door open with far more force than necessary, causing it to slam against the wall.
"You need to get the fuck out of my cabin right now," I growl. And then my gaze falls on the girl, no, woman, no, angel standing beside the bed.
A wave of arousal slams into me so hard it feels like I've been sucker punched in the stomach. The breath rushes from my lungs, and my fucking balls ache.
She's… Christ Almighty. She's the prettiest little trespasser I've ever seen.
She's tiny, barely even reaching my chest. Her sheer, baby-pink nightie does nothing to conceal her thick, lush body. I can see every goddamn inch of her through the damn thing, including her hard little cherry nipples.
The nightie clings to her full breasts and skims over the adorable roll of her perfect stomach before flaring out delicately against her wide hips. With her short dark hair wild around her face and her olive skin gleaming in the soft glow of the light, she looks exactly like a naughty angel sent to tempt me straight to hell.