Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Now that I wasn’t dying of hypoxia, I started to take in the road we’d been running on.
“This is a nice area. When did you move in here?” I asked.
He smiled fondly. “I bought it a couple of years ago. I didn’t move in here until last month. A couple of the MC members helped me out by replacing the floors and the roof, making it livable.”
“What I saw of it was really great. More than livable,” I supplied.
He grabbed my hand suddenly and veered off the road, taking a path that led into the woods.
“I’ve been fixing stuff here and there since I’ve been home. I just finished my bedroom two weeks ago. The bathroom a week before that. The kitchen, on the other hand, leaves much to be desired,” he spoke as we walked, leading me along a winding path through a deep thicket of woods.
“Wow,” I said. “Where are you taking me?”
“I own all this property on this side of the road. A little over sixty acres. I used most of my mom’s life insurance money to buy it. Now I’m using the rest of what she left me to fix it up,” he said just as the path we were on started jutting downward.
He held out his hand, and I took it gratefully as I maneuvered my tired legs over the uneven ground.
“Is there some water around here somewhere?” I asked, as I smelled the distinct scent of algae and plant life.
“Yep. My property runs along Twelve Mile Bayou. I share my backyard with a couple hundred gators,” he teased.
I looked at him crossly. “You know how I feel about them.”
He grinned unrepentantly. “Yeah, I do.”
I hated alligators. They were ugly, vile creatures.
They were also the reason I’d lost my childhood dog, Cinderella.
I’d seen the whole debacle and had formed a lifelong commitment to hating anything and everything that had to do with alligators.
“It’s a good thing I’m in Shreveport then. There’s no way I could live out here. You’d have to put up a fence or something to keep them from coming into the yard. Then you’d be out a bunch of money,” I said as we finally made it close enough for me to see the water.
He turned to me, looking at me oddly.
However, he didn’t say anything, just continued to scan my face for something.
“What?” I asked.
“I’d build you a fence,” he said suddenly.
My heart started to pound.
“Cleo,” I started, but he interrupted me.
“No. Don’t do this yet. Just let me have today before we ruin the day. Please?” Cleo asked.
I nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”
We walked along the edge in silence, looking at the water, and listening to the occasional fish splash.
I studiously ignored the slides that indicated that the belly of an alligator had previously occupied the spot that we were currently passing.
I also ignored the fact that we were perilously close to the water.
I knew that was why Cleo was the closest. Whatever happened would have to go through him first.
We walked for a good twenty minutes before we arrived back at his house.
The outside was stunning.
“Your house is on stilts,” I said in surprise.
He nodded. “Yeah, the lands flood occasionally. Stilts are needed during the rainy season.”
“What would happen to your bike and your truck if it started flooding?” I wondered.
He shrugged. “I’d move them to the top of the road. Like I said, all the land is mine. It’s never flooded that far before.”
I grimaced. “That’s actually quite scary to think about you trapped down here.”
He gave me a perturbed look. “Honey, I’d never be stranded. I have every resource I’d ever need inside my head. Not to mention that I have a boat at the dock and a cell phone if I needed to make a call. It’d never happen.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. “It could happen.”
He rolled his eyes. “Maybe to some imbecile who doesn’t know his ass from his nose. Never to me.”
“You’d just better pray it never happens while I’m here. You’d be carrying me the entire way. That black, murky water scares the shit out of me.”
He snorted and started walking up the stairs that led to his back porch.
I watched his ass as we went. The perfectly round, muscled globes taunting me.
I hadn’t meant to, but my finger extended, and I ran it down the crack of his ass.
He froze. “Watch it.”
It took me a few seconds to realize he wasn’t talking about me ‘watching his ass,’ but instead about me touching him in the first place.
“Why?” I asked once he started walking again.
“Because after that little show you gave me in the bathroom, I want nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you so hard you feel me in your throat,” he growled, spinning around, his gaze spearing me in place.
He watched as my hand clenched tightly on the wooden railing.
Watched my breasts heave.
And none of it was because of exertion.
No, this was because of pure, sexual desire.
“That wasn’t meant to get your dick hard,” I lied.
He stared at me for a few long seconds before answering. “You’re playing with fire.”
I laughed. “As if that could scare me.”
Before I could get the last word out, Cleo lunged forward, encircling my waist with his large arm and pulling me flush up to his body.
“It should,” he said ominously just before leaning forward and sucking the top fleshy part of my breast into his mouth.
I groaned, pushing closer to him as Cleo back stepped up the stairs.
With no other choice, I followed him.
He pulled hard, and I could practically feel the blood rushing to my skin, purpling in a bruise that was in the shape of his sexy, sinful mouth.
“You,” I said breathily. “We…fuck.”
He’d pulled the top down exposing my nipple to his hungry mouth, followed shortly by sucking it roughly into his mouth.
He fed on my nipple, taking long, rough pulls. Then he alternated by running the tip of his tongue around the turgid peak while holding it in place with his teeth.