Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Arms above your head and keep them there,” he ordered. “You’re not in charge right now.”
A whimper and her lip came out in a pout. But he gave her a stern look back and she did as she was told.
A surge of satisfaction filled him. Fuck, this girl was made for him. He rewarded her with a hot kiss as he started moving again. Faster. Harder. He still kept a close eye on her, but he saw nothing but pleasure, need.
Reaching between them, he rubbed at her clit. “You need to come with me.”
“I . . . I can’t!”
“You can, baby. I want to feel you pulsing around me.”
A cry escaped her as he kept rubbing at her clit, flicking it relentlessly until he felt that first wave of her release. She screamed as she came and he pulled his hand away from her pussy so he could concentrate on fucking her.
God.
Nothing had ever felt this good. He let out a roar of pleasure as he came. He didn’t think he’d ever made a noise like that in his life. But he’d never come so hard in his life, either. When he had his wits about him, he rolled to her side and moved her so she was lying on his chest while he stared up at the ceiling. His hand stroked her hair.
“Good, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” she murmured. “Dead now.”
He gave a low chuckle. “Me too. But we need to get you in the bath so you don’t get too sore.”
“Uh-uh, can’t move. Staying here forever.”
“That sounds perfect to me.”
39
“Are you ready to go, baby?” Corbin walked into the living room.
“I really don’t think this is necessary,” she said. “My hand is fine.”
He shot her a look.
Uh-oh. She was becoming very acquainted with that look. It meant that Corbin was in charge and she had to do as she was told.
She’d been at the Ranch for three days now. The first day, he’d helped her settle in, showed her around, and introduced her to some people. So many that she’d actually lost track. She’d especially loved visiting the horses. She hadn’t been horse riding for a while and she missed it.
The second day, she’d gone to work with him. Which was kind of boring. There wasn’t much for her to do and she’d rather stay here in the cabin. She was confident she could find some projects, though she’d also need to find some tools.
Unfortunately, Corbin wouldn’t hear of leaving her alone at home.
But today, she really didn’t want to leave the cabin because she had an appointment with the doctor here. So far, everyone she’d met had been really nice and welcoming, which was a huge relief.
However, she’d some heard rumors about Doc . . .
“You’re getting your hand checked by Doc, and Archer said he has a free spot if you want to talk to him. You don’t have to, we can arrange for you to video call your old therapist or someone new if he won’t do video calls. But I would really like you to talk to someone.”
“If I agree to talk to someone, can I skip seeing Doc?”
“Nope.”
Right. So he wouldn’t push her to talk to someone . . . but he was going to force her to get her hand checked.
“It’s really unnecessary.”
“It’s very necessary. Come on. Doc won’t bite.”
“That’s not what I heard,” she muttered as she headed toward the door.
“Whoa, stop. What did you hear?”
She turned to him, biting her lip. “Just that he’s a bit grouchy and blunt.”
“Yeah, he is. But he’s also a really good doctor and I know he’ll take excellent care of you. I just want to make sure you’re all right.”
Well, hell.
Talk about bringing out the big guns.
Her shoulders slumped. “Fine.”
“Thank you.” He walked over and kissed her lightly.
She turned back to the door and opened it.
“Stop.”
Sheesh, what now?
“What are you forgetting?” he asked.
Umm. Bebe glanced down at herself. She had shoes on. Clothes. Yep. She looked around, she hadn’t left much mess. Oh, shoot, her blanket and phone were on the sofa. She grabbed her phone and folded the blanket.
“There!”
“Good, but what else?”
She was confused.
He opened the coat closet and drew out her jacket, scarf, hat, and gloves. “You need these.”
“It’s not that cold!” she protested. He’d made her dress in all this stuff yesterday, too.
She’d practically overheated.
“I don’t want you getting cold,” he replied, fussing over her.
And she had to admit. She liked it.
Then he took her hand and they headed out, walking toward a cute cabin that was larger than Corbin’s.
Before they could reach the front porch, the door opened and a short, very pregnant, blonde woman rushed out.
“Hide me! Quick!”
Bebe gaped at her in amazement as she raced around them and hid behind Corbin’s back.
“Uh, Caley?” Corbin asked.
“He’s gone crazy! Hide me.”
What the hell was going on? Did this woman need help? Who had gone crazy? Had they hurt her?