Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Who could turn back when the destination is this naked, fascinating beauty spreading her legs for me in my bed?
I wind her hair around my fist, drawing her head sideways and razing my teeth from shoulder to ear, making her whimper. “When I’m inside of you, I want to be your fucking world. When you moan beneath me, I’m the one giving you life. A different kind of life. You see?” I suck on her skin until there’s a clear mark. A claim. Then I grit my teeth against it. “I’m in charge when we fuck. You’re my responsibility. Your needs are mine to fill. That’s why I’m Daddy. I don’t want even the slightest piece of you with anyone else when I’m collecting all of them. You’re all mine in bed.”
And out.
I don’t speak that ridiculous thought out loud.
Billie lifts her head and studies me. I notice her breathing is reedy. Shallow.
Eyelids heavier than before.
“Daddy,” she whispers as a piece of hair blows across her bee-stung lips.
Without warning, my hips pump upward violently, just once, bouncing Billie’s young tits in her tank top, her head falling back on a whine, and I flood my jeans with hot, sticky come. “Oh shit,” I growl, wrestling her down to the ground, driving her forward several feet in the grass trying to find friction and then, I do. Christ almighty, I fuck the seam of her jeans like a madman, my hips hammering between her kicking legs. “Say it again,” I roar, pinning her wrists above her head and raking myself up and down against that virgin cunt with my thickened zipper. “My cock wants to hear it one more time, little girl.”
“Daddy,” she breathes, and I can see she’s enjoying the word on her lips now.
That makes me blow all the harder, yanking her knees up around my hips and flattening her to the earth as I drain and drain, bellowing loud enough to wake the corpse behind me. When I’m done, I collapse on top of her and she stares at me in wonder.
Stroking my hair.
That sign of affection is what jolts me. Dammit, I’m going to let her too close.
And I’ve only got a week. Once it’s over and the debt is paid, she’ll be done with me.
Just like everybody else.
Get your goddamn guard back up, Knox.
Clearing my throat hard, I roll off her tasty little body and stand up, helping Billie to her feet where she stumbles in an adorable daze.
“Go on back to the ranch now,” I rasp, still breathing hard. Still wanting her. Even just to hold her. Goddamn, she’s dangerous. I need to make sure that the only way she gets to me is physically. “I’ll take care of him and find a place for his horse. You never saw him, understand? But you heard he was thinking of leaving town.”
“Okay. Yes.” She nods, trustingly. “Thank you.”
I grip her chin and enjoy having her focus on me for a full ten seconds before I say anything else. “And the second your chores are done tomorrow, you better be on my doorstep ready to bite your lip and take cock.”
five
Billie
When Knox opens the front door of his house the following afternoon, I immediately wish I hadn’t brought the peach pie in my hands. He narrows his eyes at the baked offering I’m holding, like I’ve brought him a dead squirrel or something.
“The hell is that?”
“I baked you a pie,” I say, stating the obvious. “It’s a little crumbled on one side because it got bumped around on the back of my horse, but it’s still warm.”
A muscle slides up and down in his throat. “I don’t want a pie from you.”
“It’s peach,” I mutter, feeling stupid.
“And?”
My cheeks smart with embarrassed heat. What was I thinking baking this grumpy jerk my favorite peach pie recipe? I don’t know, all right? But I’m pretty sure he saved my life yesterday and it felt like I needed to say thank you. It’s not every day someone hides a body on a girl’s behalf. Obviously, I’ve made an egregious error, though. Now I’m humiliated and defensive. “Don’t eat it, then!” I shout, dropping the pie onto the porch, just to the right of the door. The crust ruptures down the center, pieces of my forked edges crumbling off onto the wooden floorboards. “Leave it for the birds.”
Knox stares down at the pie with a clenched jaw.
I stomp past his tensed body into the house. Watching him over my shoulder, I remove my hat and set it on the kitchen table. Next, I remove my boots—and he’s still standing in the open doorway looking down at the stupid pie.
What is he doing?
Finally, he curses and bends down to retrieve the pie, glaring at me as he carries it back into the house. “Are you happy?”