Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I need to keep those kinds of thoughts in check. So far, I've been lucky with not having scared Snow. When she saw me put my fist through the wall, I was certain that I was fucked. This girl has been through so much but is still so damn sweet.
When I make it back to the bedroom, Bear is still lying at her feet. I put my gun on the nightstand before pulling my shirt off. Normally I’d sleep in my boxers, but that’s not a good idea tonight. I find some gym shorts to put on before I get into bed next to her.
I roll to my side to watch her. I left the bathroom light on in case she wakes up. I don't want her to be scared. My fingers itch to pull her into me. There is no way I’m going to get any sleep tonight. Not with how my mind is going over everything.
At least, that's what I thought until Snow rolls over and presses her small body against my side. Fuck it. I wrap my arm around her, holding her close. I feel myself start to relax. Somehow, I manage to fall asleep.
When I wake hours later, Snow has her head on my chest, one of her legs thrown over mine. Her delicate hand lies on my shoulder. I want to reach down and adjust my cock, but if I move, I might wake her. Snow needs her rest, and fuck am I enjoying the feel of her on me.
I hate people in my space, but Snow could crawl inside of me if she wanted. God knows I want to be inside of her.
"No," Snow whispers, her legs shifting. Her eyes remain closed, her brows furrowed together. "Please don't." Her words come out in a plea, and I know she's dreaming.
"Snow." I gently stroke my hand down her back, wanting to pull her from the nightmare. She tenses before her eyes fly open. I let my hold of her go when she starts to sit up, not wanting her to feel trapped. The last thing I want is for Snow to be scared of my bed. I only want her to feel safe here.
"Garrett," she breathes out my name like a prayer.
“I’m here.” I sit up. My hand goes to her cheek. I don't know why, but I always feel the need to touch her cheek. Each time, she leans into my touch. I’m not sure if I’m comforting her or she is me. “You all right?”
“I’m better.” She gives me a small smile. “I'm happy to wake up here, but knowing my sister is still there haunts me.”
“I’ll get her out. I promise.”
“Maybe I’m still dreaming.” Snow gently rests her hand on my chest.
If we're dreaming, then I don't want to wake up.
10
WINTER
Garrett doesn’t stop me when I run my fingers up his bare chest, trailing across the hard lines of his body.
“How does someone get a body like this?” I wonder.
“I used to be in the military.” I jerk my hand back to cover my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Garrett takes my hand, guiding it back to his chest. “Remember, you can ask me anything.”
“I hadn’t meant to say that.” My cheeks are heated, and I'm sure he can see it on my fair skin. “It’s nice to be able to speak freely.” Garrett’s chest flexes, and I know he’s mad about what I said. He's not angry with me, but rather with the life I've led. I have never had a man get mad on my behalf or want to defend me.
“I enjoy listening to you.”
“Even when it makes you mad?”
“I’m never mad at you,” he quickly says.
“I know. You’re a big sweetheart.” His brows lift in surprise as though no one has ever called him that before. “What? You’re not?” I find that hard to believe. He’s been nothing but that way toward me.
“Not everyone would say that. Most think I’m a dick.”
“Ah.” I lick my lips. I can do this. “Dick?” I laugh. “As in…” My eyes drop to his, and there is no missing it.
“Dick can mean asshole. Jerk-off. Same shit.”
“Right,” I mutter.
"I'm sorry, but you're touching me, and you're in my bed only wearing my shirt." Garrett adjusts his cock, and I realize I was staring right at it.
“Oh, God. I’m sorry.” I again go to jerk my hand back from his chest, but Garrett is quicker. He flattens my hand against it.
“Like you touching me too. Nothing to be shy about, Snow. You can touch and look at any part of me you want.” I’m not sure how to respond to that, but I love that he is telling me I can do anything I want.
“Why do people think you’re a dick?” I don’t think it’s my question that makes him smirk, but me saying the word dick.