Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Sloane grabs my wrist and starts pulling me back toward the stage. I reluctantly let her.
Mira and Tessa won’t even look at each other when I return. But I guess what else is new?
I don’t get involved. I don’t say a word.
I just grab my harp and roll it to the van.
My eyes immediately dart over to the flashing lights on the police trucks when we walk out from behind the stage.
I immediately find Ryland and keep my eyes on him as I walk across the festival, nearly rolling over a small dog with my giant harp case in the process.
“Sorry!” I say as I hurry along.
Ryland finishes talking to an officer and then lifts his head. His eyes land on mine, as if he knew, as if he felt me looking. His gaze fixates on me across the crowded field and he nods slowly.
My cheeks go red. My feet slow.
“Let’s go, Ellie!” Sloane says, huffing out a frustrated breath. “I don’t want to miss Thomas.”
I shake my head and hurry along, although I do sneak a few more peeks at the hot Sheriff.
He’s still in action, still giving orders, still radiating that alpha male energy, but his gaze is still locked on me.
Just… on me.
Everything inside me tilts toward him like a moon being pulled by immense gravity.
And my feet stop moving.
Sloane huffs out an angry breath, doubles back, grabs my arm, and pulls me the rest of the way to the van.
We turn the corner and I don’t see him again.
Tessa explodes when we get into the parking lot. “You bowed right in front of me like I wasn’t even there!”
“It’s called stagecraft, babe,” Mira fires back as she slides the van door open. “You should try it some time.”
“I’m playing the violin, Mira,” Tessa snaps as Sloane hurries us along, chucking the instrument cases into the trunk. “What the fuck do you expect me to do? Dance a jig?”
Normally, I’d be getting in the middle of this and trying to calm it down, but everything has changed. It feels like my whole world has shifted on its axis.
The girl who walked into this festival an hour ago isn’t the same girl now.
And Sheriff Mc Sexy Pants is the reason why.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ellie
“Oh my god,” I gasp as I wake up in my room at the inn during the middle of the night. My body is on fire. My pussy is aching.
I yank the sheets off while my hips writhe on the bed, my pussy demanding to be touched.
I just dreamed of him.
Sheriff Ryland Grey.
It was a dirty dream. It was an amazing dream.
He was on top of me, on this bed, spreading my legs, pushing his weight down on my trembling body.
That mouth… those hands… that big hard cock…
I shiver and start touching myself as I think about the possessive way he was looking at me this afternoon.
God, I’m so wet. So needy.
I’ve never been this turned on before. I’m like an animal in heat.
I rub my clit as I think about him, harder and faster, remembering those sexy tattooed arms, those tempting lips, that big broad chest.
I cum in record time, arching my back off the bed as I stifle a scream.
My legs shake and tremble as I collapse on the mattress, so glad we decided to spring for separate rooms for once.
I have to see him. I just have to.
I grab my phone with my shaky hands and look him up.
There’s an article from three years ago. He saved a little girl from a fire.
Are you kidding me?
Is the universe trying to kill me?
My arousal comes raging back when I see him in the picture posing with the cute little girl. He looks so fucking hot.
The caption reads: He’s my hero.
It’s enough to end me. Lust overtakes me once again, spreading from my head to my toes and every heated inch in between. My pussy throbs as I prop the phone up against a pillow, his sexy photo staring right at me.
“This one is for you, Mr. Sheriff,” I say as I start rubbing myself like a freak in heat.
I cum even faster and harder this time.
That’s it…
I have to see him again.
I can’t leave this town without seeing him one more time.
Tomorrow morning… I’ll go…
But for now…
I have this photo and my fingers to hold me over.
It’s no Mr. Sexy Sheriff, but it will have to do.
For now…
CHAPTER SIX
Ryland
“Damn, Sheriff,” Emmanuel says when I lay down on the bench press. “What’s gotten into you?”
Henry whistles as he comes over to watch. Cara too. Even Santino takes off his big noise-cancelling headphones and joins the group.
We’re all in the weight room in the back of the precinct for our traditional Monday morning workout. It’s something we’ve been doing for years. It was meant to be a team building exercise, but we usually just end up talking shit and making fun of each other.