Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Fate knew I wanted to. Fate knew I was going to.
But I didn’t want her thinking this was just about sex. I didn’t want her thinking I was a player. I needed her to understand that what I wanted from her was forever. Except the little finger fuck in the bathroom was just an example of how primal I could be. Hardly loving.
So, as much as I hated it, it’d be best if I stayed away from her tonight. I needed to head out to my cabin and let my wolf out to run. Get some of this jealous aggression out of my system, so I could think again. And knowing I’d made her come and had her join her friends with wet panties and a just-finger-fucked-glow, I’d appeased, somewhat, my wolf. For now.
Still, I had to make sure she knew I wasn’t done with her. I–barely–respected her boundaries that she had friends, but I had to make sure she knew she was still mine. As if the orgasm I gave her in the bathroom wasn’t enough of a reminder.
I took out my phone and texted her.
Tomorrow you belong to me.
The three dots appeared like she was going to reply, but she didn’t.
Fuck. I texted again.
Tell me you understand.
Another long stretch of waiting for her reply. Finally, a message came through:
I work at the preschool from eight until five. After?
After. That one word was what kept my wolf from forcing me back to the bowling alley and kidnapping her again. Tying her to my bed. Keeping her away from the Pete’s of the world.
After.
Should I come to the bar?
I smiled like a fool.
Yes. Come, and I’ll take care of you.
I stared at what I wrote, then rearranged the words.
I’ll take care of you, and you’ll come.
Now all I had to do was wait until tomorrow.
12
RILEY
I was the kind of girl who’d been dying to be an adult since she was ten. I was sure it had everything to do with my mom leaving when I was so little. It wasn’t the urge to grow up and leave home that some young people had. It was more out of me trying to take the place of my mom. I wanted to fill her shoes–or at least those of a real mom–and create that sense of home that I never had. I wanted to make a family of my own, one with a mother–me–and a father. Kids. Holidays. Soccer games. Ballet. Swim lessons. All of it. I wanted to be there for my kids when they came home from school. Bake cookies for the various holidays.
Instead, since Mom ran off, it’d been me and my dad. No homemade treats. No mom hugs. As an adult, I could make what I wanted and not just sit on the sidelines.
So the satisfaction of getting to go to a bar before I was twenty-one went beyond every college kid’s desire to party. It made me feel like I finally arrived. I crossed that finish line into adulthood that I’d been gunning for since I was a young girl.
Maybe having a guy eat my pussy was also part of it. Oh… and finger me in a public restroom. Especially when the guy was the one whose bar I was visiting. He wanted me.
His texts the night before had been demanding. Possessive. Naughty.
I loved every one of them.
Every minute at work seemed like five, but the time finally came. I strutted through the door at Cody’s Saloon wearing a crop-top, short skirt, and cowgirl boots like I owned the place.
And–oh my God–if Cody and I really became an item, I kind of would.
But I was getting way ahead of myself.
He’d mentioned about me being his mate. That our bodies were made for each other, or something like that, but I’d been too intoxicated by his nearness to ask questions. Not just nearness. His mouth and fingers. Like he said, I’d been come drunk, too sated by all the orgasms.
After all that, I had no idea what he meant by any of it.
My takeaway had been that our bodies were super compatible, so I’d thought it was just about sex. Then he’d refused to take my V-card.
The whole thing felt like a fuzzy dream, and I wasn’t sure if I’d made it all up. What girl had a guy like Cody follow her into a restroom and make her come… and nothing else? After everything we’d done so far, which wasn’t all that much but a lot for me, I still hadn’t seen or touched or sucked his dick.
I’d gone out on a few dates before. Matt had asked me. I’d said yes. We’d gone to get ice cream at the Sweet Cow seasonal drive in. I’d known what was up. I’d known when he kissed me and told me I wasn’t good at it that it was over.