Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Emily sing-songs with a smile that makes my chest expand. “Your big, bad, brutish ways might not have their desired effect. I’m just saying—”
But her words are cut off because I’ve pulled the curvy girl into my lap, her soft form perfect on my taut thighs. My harsh mouth descends on her sweet, delectable pout, and to my gratification, her lips part immediately. Damn, I’ve taught the young woman well as she mewls and squirms against me, already heated with desire. But will the student become the teacher? Will Emily school me, when the time comes? It’s possible seeing how the curvy girl has me chained to her innocence ... and the problem is that I want more.
11
Emily
We’re sitting on the porch enjoying hot cups of cocoa when I squirm uncomfortably. Christian shoots me a knowing smile.
“Sore?” he asks.
I wince again in my seat, trying to get settled.
“A little bit. And stretched too. Is it possible to have too much sex, do you think? I mean, we have been going at it like animals, Christian, so it makes sense that my lady bits hurt.”
The handsome alpha male smirks at my comment, pleased at the evidence of his masculinity.
“I’m sorry I stretched you so hard, baby, but you’re irresistible. I need your curves 24/7, and fuck, baby, but they feel good clenching around my cock.”
His dirty words make me blush, but they thrill me too because my man’s speaking the truth. Christian and I make love all the time, and I mean all the time. We do it after breakfast, before lunch, and after dinner, and once, when he had a work call, he turned off the camera and gave it to me bent me over the desk while still talking about revenue goals and strategies to control expenses. I almost bit through my own tongue trying to stifle my moans, but oh my god – the load he left in my pussy afterwards was so creamy and hot, and I adored every second of it.
Now, we’ve taken a break and are enjoying hot cocoa on a relatively mild day. It seems the worst of winter has passed, and the sun makes us squint, reflecting off the white blanket on the ground. Tree branches crackle as huge plops of snow fall off in chunks, and there’s the audible skittering of wild animals in the brush.
It’s a wonderful day in the company of my lover, and I smile across at the burly mountain man. Christian is godawful handsome, as usual, with his dark hair brushed back while wearing a thick sherpa coat. The coat has a colorful Navajo pattern throughout, but it only makes him look more masculine and intimidating. Meanwhile, he catches my smile and grins back at me, so gorgeous that I literally feel faint. Oh my god, what is this man doing to me? I’ve lost my mind and it feels insanely good. I’m just about to say something sassy when an odor hits my nostrils.
“Wait, what’s that smell?” I ask, scrunching my brow. “Is something burning?”
As if in answer, we both catch sight of a wisp of grey smoke in the distance.
“Oh wow,” I remark. “Something is burning.”
But Christian stands, his brow furrowed. His piercing blue gaze searches the horizon, sensing danger, and suddenly, he turns to me.
“There’s a wildfire, sweetheart, and it’s coming this way. I want you to take my truck and get out of here. Don’t bother to pack anything because there isn’t time. The fire’s closer than you think. We can’t see the flames right now because of the trees, but bet my words, it’s coming. Go.”
I sit there, immobile.
“A forest fire?” I ask in a dumbstruck voice. “But it’s the middle of winter! How can there be a forest fire now?”
Christian shakes his head, his face grim.
“Climate change, baby. Fire season is now longer each year, and the temps are hotter. The trees and plants are increasingly dried out because of drought, and they make for excellent kindling. Get out of here,” he says in a rough voice. “Now, Emily! Move!”
He tosses me his keys as I stand up, still trying to absorb the new information. The road just cleared up enough to drive this morning, and I thought we’d have a conversation about potentially returning to civilization. But instead, Christian’s in a frenzy. He rushes over to a nearby hose, hauling the massive snake out of its coil.
“Go!” he screams at me. “Don’t wait!”
I hurry over to his truck, opening the driver’s door, but then I spin back to look at the man I love.
“But what about you?” I gasp. “What are you going to do, Christian? You have to come with me!”
The alpha male’s expression is grim as he brandishes the hose with both hands.