Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“My hellcat wanted to spice things up and try something different tonight. We were just heading home to try out a little roleplay. You know I don’t usually mind, but I’m not planning on sharing her.”
His eyes narrow like he doesn’t believe a word out of my mouth. Yeah I’m lying, but he can’t know that for sure. He wouldn’t know if I’m seeing someone. We don’t talk about that shit. Besides, women come and go with us. And I never hold one down. Never. I can’t bring them into this.
“Come on baby, stop fighting him. Maddox’s not getting your ass tonight and I bet all that wiggling in his arms got him hard.” It’s fucking difficult keeping calm and I make sure to keep my grin on my face. My nerves are shot to hell. I can’t fuck this up. Years of work would be wasted. It’s work I don’t give two shits about and I’m pretty sure the execs of the MC are onto me anyway, but if they aren’t then this could really cause problems. Life or death problems. Hopefully she figures out what the hell is going on and that I’m not a threat.
If she doesn’t we’re both fucked.
Marie
What the fuck is going on? I try to clear my head and push down the overwhelming need to vomit as I get a good grip on the situation. Breathing’s hard, but I concentrate on taking advantage of the little bit of air I can get through the thick fingers pressed against my mouth. The man in front of me, Blake, is fucking huge. His broad chest and muscular arms are on display with his Henley stretched taut. I could get lost in those steely blue eyes. He’s got a bit of a beard, brunette hair that’s just long enough to grab on to and tattoos scrolling up his neck on one side, making him look like a cold-blooded badass who’d fuck your shit up without hesitation.
Or pin your legs back and fuck you like he owns you.
I recognize him as the tears in my eyes finally clear. He was at the bar with Lexi’s crush. That knowledge drops my fear levels down a notch. At least I’ve seen him before. I don’t know who the fuck this guy holding me is. And I’m sure as hell not okay with it. As soon as I get a chance I’m elbowing him right in his dick. I happen to know right where it is, since it’s digging into my back.
I realize I’ve stopped fighting while I was staring at Blake. He’s got a stupid grin on his face like the cat who caught the canary.
“ … more of a hellcat.” Damn right I am. I’m racking my brain trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I attempt to move again, but the brute of a man holding me has yet to loosen his grip.
“My hellcat wanted to spice things up and try something different tonight. We were just heading home to try out a little roleplay. You know I don’t usually mind, but I’m not planning on sharing her.”
His voice is calm and confident. My heart fucking stops at the thought of being shared by these two. Not going to fucking happen. Even though my pussy just clenched in longing and my core is instantly hot. Is that what the guy holding me wants? No fucking way. I start to fight again when I hear Blake speak up through a laugh.
“Come on baby, stop fighting him. Maddox’s not getting your ass tonight and I bet all that wiggling in his arms got him hard.” I look at him once more and something in his eyes is pleading with me to play along. For some strange reason, I feel an instant sense of safety with him. It’s fucking crazy. I was just running for my life to get away from him, but now my body is pushing me to trust him.
Danger. I can feel it in every bone of my body. Whoever this Maddox is must be a threat. It makes sense if Blake has me playing a role. Maddox is a danger to Blake too. Although I don’t see how anyone could be a danger to Blake; he looks like a man who gets what he wants and would slice your throat open if you stood in his way.
I don’t have many options as it is. But if he’s giving me a way to go from having to fight two men off to only having to fight him … I’ll take it. I force myself to relax in Maddox’s arms, which is difficult since his body against mine keeps me on high alert. He’s holding me like he’s done this before and I can’t get away from the deep rumbling of his chest when he speaks. It’s scary as hell.