Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Chapter Four
Megan
Noah climbs on top of me and I moan as I feel the force of his weight pushing down on my body. Fire and heat are whipping through my veins, tingling into my hands as I rake my fingertips down his hard muscular chest.
He’s so hot. I want him so fucking badly.
“You’re mine now, Megan,” he moans as his lips hover over mine. I taste his warm breath. It tastes like sex.
I arch my back when I feel his thick erection pressing against my hot pussy. Fuck, it feels good. I moan and writhe under him, wanting more, wanting it all.
“Oh, Megan,” he moans as he presses his hard beautiful shaft against me. “Megan. Megan! Megan!!”
I snap my eyes open with a gasp and then let out a blood-chilling scream when I see my mother’s face hovering over me.
“Mom, what are you doing?!” I screech as I scramble away from her. My back hits the big oak headboard and I grab the blankets in a panic, pulling them over my hot, flushed body. What did she see? What was I moaning out loud?
“You were having a bad dream,” she says as she scoots toward me.
No, I was having the best dream ever!
“Do you have a fever? You look all hot and sweaty.”
She tries to touch my forehead, but I dart out of the way. “Just… Please. I need a second.”
My mom frowns as she watches me. My heart is thumping away and my pulse is racing. Even my pussy doesn’t know what happened. One second, she was living her fantasy, the next, my mother is here.
The only more jarring way to be woken up is to have a bucket of cold water dumped on your head.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I stare at her in shock, my breaths still coming out shallow and rushed. “Did you… sleep here?”
There’s a blanket on the chair by the window. She did sleep here.
“I was so worried,” she says as her chin quivers. “I didn’t want to leave you.”
The tears start pouring out and I go over and hug her. It’s funny how sometimes the person who goes through the ordeal is the one who ends up comforting everyone else.
She clings to me as I pat her back.
“You could have slept in the bed, Mom,” I say as I look at the tiny chair. It doesn’t look very comfy and this bed is massive.
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” she says as she finally lets go. “Were you scared? It must have been terrifying.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” I lie. It was horrible. Just thinking about it brings me right back to that hopeless feeling. I thought I was going to die.
I wandered around the forest for a while, but when it became clear that I wouldn’t be able to find the way out on my own, I hunkered down and waited. For what, I didn’t know, but I didn’t know what else to do.
I spent the first hour feeling sorry for myself, but then something inside me snapped. I decided I was done being pathetic. I was done waiting for things to happen to me. I was done failing at life and doing nothing to change it.
I made a vow to myself that if I got out of that forest, then I would step it up. I would be the person I’ve always wanted to be. I would go for things and be bold and adventurous and not let anything stop me.
I take a deep breath as that drive and determination come flooding back. I can’t let this feeling fade. I can’t let it drift away and go back to the status quo. I have to take it and use it as a springboard for change. I have to remember how I felt last night.
That determination and drive faded a few hours later as the cold seeped deep into my bones. I was shivering so much that it hurt. I thought I would die of hypothermia, that I would die before I saw the sun rising, but then that wet incredible dog came bounding over.
At first, I thought it was some kind of hungry beast about to finish me off, but then I heard Noah’s voice. I can still remember it perfectly.
“It’s okay. You’re okay now. You’re safe.”
He sounded like an angel. He looked like one too.
I hadn’t felt warmth in hours and a part of me didn’t think I’d ever feel it again. I forgot what it felt like, as if it was some distant memory barely accessible. But when that beautiful man picked me up and cradled me to his muscular chest, I felt warmth penetrating every inch of me. It radiated throughout my body and I knew I would be okay.
I also knew that nothing would ever be the same again, because as he carried me to safety, I fell in love with him.