Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
After the incident with Ren, and after I told Cole about what happened with Coach Snow and how some of the girls treated me at school, he worked it out so I could finish my classes from home. I emailed all my stuff in. To top it off, Coach Snow got fired. It wasn’t long after she moved from town. Whenever she’d see Cole and me around, her face would turn cherry red with embarrassment.
Ren didn't make out so lucky either. After what happened to me a few other girls came forward with their own stories about him. He ended up taking a plea deal and won’t be seeing the outside world for a very long time. I was worried about the power that came with his family name, but after everything came out the Collors sold their land and hightailed it out of town, wanting to escape the gossip.
I look up when I hear someone enter the station. A man wearing a suit strolls in and approaches my desk.
“Hi,” I say, smiling at him. I’ve never seen him before and not many people roam around these parts in a suit.
He shoots me a smile as he leans up against the counter. I have to look up at him. “I think I’m a little lost. I was hoping I could get some directions.”
“I’d be glad to help,” I tell him. “What are you looking for?” I open the drawer to my left, reaching for a map I know is tucked inside.
“You off soon?” he asks me, throwing me for a loop.
“Hmm. I’m just filling in for a moment until Pam gets back.” I busy myself with unfolding the map.
“How about I take you to that diner next door, than you can show me personally.” He throws me a wink. I stare at him for a moment a little shocked. I’m not used to getting hit on, not when my husband is the sheriff and all. Plus, he growls when men get too close to me. I smile thinking about that growl.
A hand slams down on the counter, making me jump.
“Cole! You’re going to break my water doing that.” I clutch my chest. Cole draws his other hand around my shoulder. I look at the man at the desk. His eyes are round and big now. That smile is gone from his mouth.
“You not see the ring? See the belly?” I cup my belly at Cole’s words. It isn’t big, but there is a bump. I’m pretty sure the counter is hiding it from view, though.
“Sorry, man.” He holds his hands up.
“Not man. Sheriff,” Cole corrects. I have to bite back a giggle. I know I probably shouldn't like it, but I love when Cole gets possessive and jealous. It makes me feel special and important. I’ve never had someone love me like he does. He treats me like I’m the rarest thing in the world. I eat it up, even if it’s barbaric and crazy.
“Sheriff,” the man says as he backs up a few steps then turns and half runs out of the station.
“Fucking hell.”
“Heard that,” I hear Asher yell from his office. This time I do giggle. Everyone gives Cole crap about his mouth—something about how he used to never curse in front of women—but when I’m around, Cole doesn't have much control of his mouth or some of his actions.
I like that I bring that out in him. That he’s different with me. That I can test that control he has.
“Here we go.” I look over my shoulder to see Pam standing there. Cole pulls me from my chair and drags me toward his office. He slams the door behind us and flips the lock. Before I can react he has me on his desk, my dress pulled off over my head. Next my underwear goes flying.
One of his hands goes to my belly as he drops to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs with his broad shoulders.
“Going to remind you who owns this pussy. Who you belong to.”
I bite my lip. Like I could ever forget. I don’t tell him that, though. I just spread my legs and let him spend the next thirty minutes reminding me.
Epilogue
Cole
Five years later…
I watch my wife waddle around the building we bought three years ago, proud of all she’s done as she talks to Mrs. Lemon. I hold my sleeping daughter, who looks just like her mother with her black hair and green eyes, in my arms as our son runs around putting canned goods away where they belong.
I don’t know how she does it but my wife is a ball of freaking energy. There is no stopping that woman when she puts her mind to something. Not only does she take care of our two little ones and me, but she runs this place all while being pregnant.