Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
No, I love it. I think we should go with that.
We’ll put it at the top of the list. But who knows, my tough angel, maybe you’re just saying this to make me feel good.
I can think of other ways to make you feel good!
My mouth drops open, then forms into a smirk.
Somebody’s not so shy anymore, I reply.
This has been a magical day, she texts. Ever since our kiss, it’s like something happened. I know it sounds like fairytale stuff, but that’s how this feels. It’s like living in a dark fairytale.
Maybe I should call you princess, then, not angel… So what are these things to make me feel good?
I imagine her sitting on my couch, or maybe on the balcony or even on my bed, her thick thighs pressed together, her body pumping with the same desire that pulses through me. It howls louder and with more urgency each moment.
Aren’t you at the vet? It might get awkward.
I look around the fluorescent-lit room at the receptionist typing away behind the desk. The door to Speeder’s room is just off to my side.
My manhood aches, the helm engorging, as if telling me it doesn’t matter if I lose control.
Instead, I should abandon Speeder and speed across the city, kick open the door to my apartment, and claim my woman fiercely.
I’ll be home soon. You can tell me then.
After you tell me this crazy thing, she replies.
I swallow, wondering if I’m going to be able to do that.
What’s going to happen to Emil? Mia asks.
I’ve explained to my police contacts what’s happened, who he is, everything.
I almost don’t want to tell her the next bit, to ruin the magic of these texts.
You and your mom are going to need to talk to the police at some point. I explained your situation as vaguely as I could, about how it could make you nervous and everything. They agreed to come by my apartment. Would that be okay?
The last thing I want is to put my woman on edge.
You don’t have to treat me like this. Like I might break. I know that could seem ridiculous, considering all the stuff I’ve said. But I want to try to be better, to be stronger. With your help, I think maybe I can be.
I know you can, I reply. You’re tougher than you think, princess.
Princess? So we are going with the fairy tale angle, hmm?
Yeah, but it’s going to be R-rated.
My manhood stirs again, but then the door to the vet’s room opens, and Speeder comes bounding out.
“Everything checks out,” the vet says as my energetic boy leaps up, his forepaws on my legs, his tongue hanging out.
I grin down at him, scratching him behind the ear. “I can see that. Thank God.”
Outside, I walk Speeder across the parking lot. The sun is beginning to set, and the air is getting cooler.
“Hell of a day, eh, boy?”
He hops into the backseat with a whine that sounds like yes, and then I drop into the driver’s seat, checking my phone before I start the engine.
I want you to tell the police I’m ready to talk to them as soon as possible. I want to help. I don’t want to live in fear.
It’s so easy to see the fierce mother in her when she speaks like this, the woman just waiting to break free from her circumstances and become who she was meant to be.
And I’ll be there every step of the way, supporting her as only her man can.
I’ll let them know. I’m proud of you.
But I want to make a deal. After I talk to them, you tell me the crazy thing, okay?
Deal.
Sending the text makes my breath shudder because the agreement could shatter everything.
We’re moving fast, which is fine by me, but what if I push for us to move too fast?
Reaching into the backseat, I clip Speeder to the car harness, then give him another scratch on the head.
“I’m sorry I let this happen to you.”
He licks my cheek.
“You’re too forgiving, boy.” I smile, scratching him again. “I promise you won’t have to see that asshole ever again. And well done for biting him.”
Mom’s just woken up, Mia texts just as I’m about to start the engine. I thought she was going to freak out when I told her we had to talk to the police, but do you know what she said? “If you can be strong, so can I.” I didn’t even know I seemed strong to her.
I think you were always strong, Mia, I text passionately.
That’s something I didn’t know was possible before I met her, texting passionately.
You just needed a chance to show yourself. This is just the first step. Soon, I’ll take you on a date… there will be noise and chaos everywhere. And you’ll face it. The more you face stuff like that, the more you’ll realize how strong you are. Not that you’ll become stronger, but you’ll be able to see it. The truth of just how fierce you are.