Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I bolt up in front of the log site and stop, lift the shotgun and take aim just in front of the bear’s feet at the dirt. The object of the shot is to kick up rocks and scatter them into the bear and scare him off, not to actually shoot the bear and harm it in any real way.
“Don’t move!” I cry out just before squeezing the trigger.
The shotgun goes off. The stock kicks back into my shoulder.
Just as I planned, rocks and dirt scatter up into the bear’s face. He lets out an irritated roar but immediately spins and races back into the woods as fast as he can go, like his mom just called him back to the den.
Penny snaps up like a rocket and rushes into my arms. I grasp her and hold her tight. There’s no describing how incredible it makes me feel when I protect her. Whether it’s bringing her in from the storm and providing her shelter or saving her from this bear like I just did.
“Oh my God, that was the scariest thing in my entire life!” she cries out into my chest. I can feel her panting as she gulps deep breaths.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” I assure her. “Breathe slowly. He’s gone.”
“Was that thing going to eat me!?”
“Normally they don’t just randomly attack,” I explain. “But I find it’s better not to tempt fate and best to just get rid of them.”
She nods quickly. “Yeah, I agree!”
“Maybe if I ever come across a tiny little baby one that I need to rescue and take to a bear sanctuary, things will be different.”
She looks up at me with that gorgeous face of hers, and my desire to provide for her rushes through me, coming to the forefront of my existence.
“And you started a pharmaceutical company?” she asks. “Talk about not fitting the stereotype.”
I laugh. “Yeah, turns out I have a variety of interests.”
“So do I,” she responds, reaching a hand down my pants. “And it turns out stock broker men are not one of them. So, Tyson. Will you take me inside and strip all of my clothes off?”
I’m rock hard in an instant, and she notices immediately. I slip my hand up her shirt and cup her breast. So perky. So plump.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I can do that,” I growl as I lift her into my arms.
7
PENNY
Tyson’s strong arms set me down in bed, and I watch as he strips off his shirt, exposing his enormous muscled physique to me. I can barely even process just how jacked he is and how horny it makes me to see him. This man is CEO of the highest valued company on Earth? He looks like he belongs on YouTube showing men how to properly perform fitness exercises.
I never had a definitive political view on guns, living in the city, but watching him operate that shotgun was incredibly sexy. Especially considering how efficient with it he was. Not to mention the fact that he may have just saved my life with it. I imagine it was how a princess must have felt back in the old days watching a knight save her with his big, gleaming sword.
Tyson is just such a man.
Watching him chop wood, start a fire, shoot a gun to scare off a literal wild bear–it’s all just so sexy and primal compared to the men I’m used to with their pricey man-bags, tablet computers and multiple cell phones. I just cannot stop thinking about how badly I want to take care of him. He brings out the woman in me. A part of me I never even knew was there.
Tyson slips his fingers into my shirt and lifts. I arch my back and raise my arms to help him slip it off me. I just love getting naked in front of him. With my personality, I should feel shy, but I want to show off my body for him because I know he likes it. I can see it written all over his face as he continues down to my pants and unzips them.
I reach for the bulge forming beneath his jeans. I take hold and squeeze, feeling his excitement growing.
I want to give myself to him now. I’m ready. I want him to have something of mine I’ve been saving these twenty-four years. I want to pleasure him in a way he will never forget. He deserves it after he has been such a kind man and has looked after me and cared for me like such an incredible protector.
I grasp his neck and pull him down close to me and whisper in his ear, “I’m ready now, Tyson. I want you to have me.”
His teeth rake against my neck before finding the lobe of my ear. They close gently upon it before forming into a kiss. He gently sucks, causing my body to quiver. His lips then move to mine, and he passionately embraces me, our tongues dancing against each other as he rocks into me. He’s completely hard now. I can feel it.