Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
And then there’s the temptation to take a bite out of his thick neck. Never before have I been so weird about someone. Don’t even get me started on my fascination with his mouth.
This is such a bad idea, me and him. The absolute worst. You would think the death of billions of people and the end of life as we know it would encourage me to make sounder decisions, but here we are. In all honesty, the possibility of my contributing to the gene pool is a real concern. Me and my nonsense need to be kept separate.
And I am staring so hard at him, it takes me a minute to notice him staring right back at me. He does nothing, however. Just stands there watching me, waiting to see what I’m going to do.
Nothing in this world should be taken for granted. We could die at any moment.
Fuck it.
With two handfuls of his shirt for purchase, I smash our mouths together.
There’s nothing polite or nice about this. We’re teeth and tongue. The taste of him goes straight to my head, and yes. I could happily do this for days. Strong hands cradle my head and hold me to him.
This has to be the best of all highs. He’s made me an instant addict. I want to climb him and wrap myself up tight in his body. To crawl beneath his skin and make myself at home. Which is not like me at all. I don’t just give myself away. You have to be careful. Take it slow so you don’t get your heart broken. So some careless person doesn’t shatter you into a thousand sharp pieces.
When I step back, we’re both breathing hard. His hands curl into fists, like he has to stop himself from reaching for me. Because we both want more. But there’s no need to panic. We knew we had chemistry. This could still just be about sex. It’s not like I’m in love with him, because that would be absolutely ridiculous.
He blows out a breath. “You have the absolute worst timing.”
“Yeah.”
“Do me a favor. Do that again later when I can do something about it, okay?”
“Um. I am going to go do the walk.”
“Good idea,” he says, turning to check out the road into town. But then he grabs me by the upper arm and drags me back behind the bus in a hurry. “Get down. Keep your head down.”
But it’s too little, too late. Because out of the bushes heading down to the creek on our right comes one of the men from yesterday. The one with long dark hair and tattoos. And he’s pointing a semiautomatic in our direction as he walks out from between a couple of the cars we parked off road from the blockade.
Shit, shit, shit.
“You’re outnumbered,” shouts Cody the Creep. He’s walking down the road toward us with three friends. “In case you can’t count.”
Dean swears beneath his breath.
The long-haired dude ushers us out of hiding. His face is as blank as can be. “Weapons on the ground. Slowly.”
We both do as told. Dean turns as he kneels to place his weapon on the ground. Just enough for me to see the bulge down low in the back of his tee. He still has a gun tucked into the back waistband of his jeans.
The man keeps a careful eye on him, just waiting for him to try something. And Dean’s jaw is set and his shoulders are heaving. Like the minute he sees an opening, he is going to tear them to pieces.
“I don’t blame you for being distracted. But no one’s going to hurt her,” says the stranger in a low voice. “Just stay calm and we get out of this in one piece.”
“Are you sure about that?” mutters Dean.
“So good to see you again,” says Cody as he gets within chatting distance. Such a fucking creep. “Where’s your other friend? The redhead with the nice tits? Not that it matters. Nash here told me there’s ten or so in your group, and I cannot wait to meet them all. See who might be of interest to us and who belongs in a hole in the ground. Not going to lie to you, big guy. That’s probably where you’re headed. Because Porter sure did like what he heard about your wife. He can’t wait to meet her.”
Two of the new men with him look me over with prurient interest. One even licks his lips. Ew. But the third stares glassy-eyed off into the distance. No idea what he’s on, but he’s feeling the effects big time.
I refuse to be afraid of these dicks. No matter how much my hands are shaking. And my big mouth gave us an opportunity to escape last time. I wonder if it might work its magic again. “Oh, so you guys are like his errand boys? That must make you feel really important.”