Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
My heart leaps, and I nearly vault out of bed as I jump with excitement. My fingers move with lightning speed as I text back.
9? You know the bridge near Mill Street?
He writes back instantly.
See you then. And be ready to run.
Mill Street, an old part of town filled with rundown buildings and vacant lots. Not the kind of place you want to be at night as a woman. But I guess that’s part of what turns me on.
As my heels click against the cracked concrete, I glance around the shadows, knowing that somewhere out there is Rick.
Watching, waiting for the right moment to burst out of the darkness and strike.
I haven’t even seen him yet and I’m already hot. Burning up with desire for my dream man.
I’m wearing a faux fur coat tonight. Berry may not care about me as a person, but he sure knows how to keep a closet stocked. And like the other night, I’m naked underneath.
The old bridge stretches ominously through the dark sky ahead, and as I approach, I hear the sound of young male voices.
Not good.
I’m just about to turn around when a group of four guys rounds the corner. They look like frat guys, wearing college sweatshirts and stumbling around like they’re drunk.
They spot me and instantly walk toward me. I turn, but they’re already on top of me.
“Whoa, look at this piece of ass, boys!”
“Is that fur? What are you doing down here in the slums, princess?”
“You think you’re Marilyn Monroe or something?”
My heartrate soars, beating painfully against my ribs as I turn and walk quickly away. I grab my cell and scroll quickly for Rick’s name to call him, but it’s too late.
A hand grabs my arm and yanks hard.
I find myself staring into a pair of hungry, bloodshot eyes, like the eyes of a rabid dog.
“Yo, get that bitch, Jenkins,” one of his friends snorts as he wolfs down a beer.
“Oh, I’ve got something for her—”
Without warning, my attacker goes flying. There’s a crunching sound, like bone breaking, and he groans in pain, spins wildly, and falls to the ground.
Rick stands in front of me, shielding me like an immovable wall. He glares at my attackers with fire in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” he hisses to me without turning.
“Y—yes,” I stammer.
“One second.”
In a flash, he lunges forward, fists flying. All I hear are groans, the sounds of knuckles meeting flesh, and bodies hitting the ground.
Rick drops them all, one after the other. The one who grabbed me reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife, but Rick kicks it away and drives his boot into the man’s stomach.
“You never touch her!” he shouts, then turns to me and takes my hand. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
I’m soaring as he pulls me away from the scene. My legs move on their own, my heart pounds in my ears, and a smile lifts my lips with glee.
All I can think is that he saved me. I’m special.
I feel like a pillar of golden light, radiating out into space for everyone to see. My ‘husband’ back at home could care less about me, but this man puts his life on the line for me.
How did I get so lucky?
The next thing I know, I’m being lifted into his truck. He slides me across the bench seat and hops in beside me, starts the engine, and peels off.
His hand instantly finds my thigh and squeezes, as if to affirm that I’m safe. Protected.
“Slowly,” he says. I realize I’m gasping for air. “Breathe slowly, baby. You’re hyperventilating.”
His words take over, causing my body to obey. In less than a minute, my heartrate has slowed and my head is no longer spinning.
The truck slows, and he pulls over and parks somewhere in the darkness. It’s just the two of us now. Just as it should be.
I collapse into his lap, inhaling his musk and pawing all over his legs like a cat.
“You’re okay,” he says again, setting a heavy arm on me. “I’ve got you.”
His voice is soothing. The heat from his body and the strength I feel in him has my body tingling. I’m still riding high on adrenaline, but something else starts to happen as his hands find the hem of my coat.
I nuzzle harder into him as he lifts it and traces my ass with his rough fingers. Slow, deliberate, possessive movements that cause heat to pool between my thighs.
I was just attacked, and now I’m being turned on…
Shame begins to invade me, but then I remember my aunt’s advice, and I lean in to my urges.
My desire for Rick takes over.
This is it. This is the night I give myself to him.
His fingers move up my thighs, but slowly, cautiously.
“It’s okay, Daddy,” I whisper, gazing up at his fierce eyes and strong jaw. “You don’t have to be delicate with me. Not this time.”