Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
The aroma called out to him, actually caused his cock to harden.
He found himself standing and moving toward her. She was so small compared to them. There was no way she was more the five-foot-three and a buck twenty soaking wet. The blankets were pulled up under her chin.
The couch may be comfortable, but it certainly wasn’t the best place for someone trying to recuperate. He gripped her behind her knees and behind her shoulders. She weighed hardly anything in his arms, and there was a part of him that grew warm at the knowledge she was in his arms.
Shaking his head, he knew his thoughts were ludicrous. He didn’t know this woman, and she was injured. If she knew who and what they really were she wouldn’t want anything to do with them anyway. He needed to keep his distance from her, and he really needed to make sure Deacon did the same.
If she had this kind of effect on him, a man who could control the animal inside, he hated to think how Deacon fared. The need to possess her had been written clearly on his brother’s face. Thayer tightened his hold around her at the thought.
He pushed open the door to the guest bedroom and walked to the bed. After laying her on the mattress and making sure was still covered, he stood above her and watched her chest rise and fall.
If she were to wake up right now and see him there was no doubt in his mind that she would think he was a creepy bastard. Even he could see the way he acted was out of character for him and Deacon. Shaking his head he forced himself to turn and leave.
He contemplated staying beside her bed to make sure she was okay, that she didn’t wake up confused and frightened.
That thought was immediately pushed aside because he knew without a doubt he would scare the shit out of her if she woke up in the middle of the night and saw some strange man in her room.
No, they would deal with the situation in the morning when both of their heads were clear.
Chapter
Four
Consciousness came to Jessa like hot water starting to boil. The first thing her brain registered was a dull throb in her head.
With her body rising to the surface, that throb grew more pronounced. Everything hurt on her. Even breathing had a low hiss falling from her lips. Opening her eyes, she had to blink several times to have the room come into focus.
A window to her left showed darkness. The silvery glow filtered through the glass and left a square of color on the ground. She pushed herself up, wincing as her muscles protested at the movement.
Pushing away her pain, she thought back to how she had gotten here, wherever here was. A look around the room offered her no information on where she was. A mirrored dresser sat directly in front of the bed.
There were three doors in the room, a bathroom, closet, and the exit she presumed. Two of them were to her left, and the third to her right. She slipped from the bed and gritted her teeth as every muscle and bone in her body bitched her out at the movement.
When her legs were hanging off the bed she looked down at herself and saw she still wore her jeans and sweater. Images of her screaming and then her car skidding out of control slammed into her mind.
The last thing she remembered was seeing a huge tree coming at her. After that the world went dark, and now here she was. Someone had found her, miraculously. She owed them her life. Lifting her hand, she felt the bandage wrapped around her forehead.
It was so tender right above her right eye, so much that even the lightest touch of her fingers across the bandage had her gasping.
Even the soles of her feet hurt as she stood and walked toward the door to her right. She glanced around the floor, but didn’t see her shoes anywhere.
Griping the handle, she opened the door. Light from a fire caused shadows to dance along the walls. She looked left and then right, but the only thing she could see to her right was a hallway and several closed doors.
She turned left toward the firelight. The cold from the hardwood floor seeped through her socks, and she wrapped her arms around her waist. When she rounded the corner she came up short when she saw two very large men standing in front of the fireplace.
Their voices were too low for her to make out what they said, but their stances and expressions looked ferocious. As if they sensed her presence their conversation ceased, and they turned and looked at her.
The sound of her frantic beating heart was the only thing she could hear as she stared at two of the most attractive men she had ever seen.