Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Fuck. Not only did I have to convince Riley to be mine, I had to convince Rob, too, that she was mine. Because he was going to kick my ass for not getting her memories altered, that she was starting to put together who else in Cooper Valley might be shifters. He was going to lose his shit knowing that her knowledge could bring danger to his ranch.
He was also going to kick my ass for going down on the human instead of following his orders. He would understand when he found out she was my mate. At least, I hoped to fate he would.
8
RILEY
We were quiet as we rode back to town. My mind was overwhelmed and confused. Had I imagined Tyler turning into a wolf? Was I going insane? I hadn’t imagined ending up in a cabin in the woods with Cody, and I definitely hadn’t imagined him putting his mouth on me and licking me to multiple orgasms.
My pussy tingled with the lingering pleasure but also ached for more.
Yeah, that really happened.
What guy drugs and kidnaps a woman, then goes down on her, and doesn’t want reciprocation? Cody made no sense. He was gruff and dominant but also attentive and seemingly protective and caring.
I flicked my gaze his way. His wrist rested casually on the top of the steering wheel as we bumped down the dirt road. His gaze was fixed ahead. In profile, he was so handsome. No guy I knew could grow a mustache, let alone a full beard. His was soft–my inner thighs knew exactly how soft–and I wanted to reach across his Jeep and touch it.
This man wanted me. Me! But he was returning me to town because we’d bargained. I wasn’t going to say a word to anyone about what happened with Tyler today. Who would believe me? I wasn’t telling anyone about Cody either because until a few hours ago, he was Mr. McIntire.
My girlfriends would be envious–because he was a DILF–but they’d also think I was nuts. He was old. Like forty. He had a kid my age. I was in college. I had my whole life ahead of me. I wanted the picket fence. The dog. The babies. Since my mother left when I was seven, all I wanted was a mom who stuck. To come home from school to hugs and snacks. To have someone help me with science fair projects and hairstyles. To teach me how to shave my legs. All the things a mom did. Well, except mine. She hadn’t been interested… ever. Mom and Dad dated and had an accidental pregnancy. Me.
But Dad wasn’t the only guy she’d dated while they were together. From what I picked up from Dad, and the entire town, was that my mother was a player. No, that term was for guys. She was a slut. No, promiscuous. Loose. Those were all words I’d heard associated with her over the years. Whispers behind my back and some to my face. I wouldn’t put a woman down for wanting sex as much as a man—thus my annoyance with the player vs. slut terminology—but it didn’t include cheating or abandoning responsibilities.
Dad had tried his best, but the two of us in the bathroom with him showing me how to use a razor was laughable.
He loved me. That was never in question. But he was jaded about love and relationships after she walked out on us for a passing-through-town travel photographer. I had no idea what real love looked like, but I knew I wanted it. Wanted someone to be mine, to want me, and to keep me. To put me first.
Maybe it had been a good thing Cody and I hadn’t had sex because if there was a picture of a player in the dictionary, it’d be him. My head had been clouded by lust because he was just that talented. My clear thinking had been fogged.
Except… a player fucked. That was the point of being a player. Cody hadn’t even gotten naked. I hadn’t touched him or seen his dick. He gave me orgasms. Knew now I wasn’t cold at all. Knew Matt and Ethan were clueless in bed. I should thank Cody for that alone.
As he slowed the Jeep and turned down my street, I kept right on thinking.
Then there was me, the virgin. Who never had a guy do more than kiss my mouth. Then a couple of aggressive, growly actions and words from Cody, and I wanted to have sex. Was this how my mother started? How she felt with a guy? Greedy for dick?
Oh my God, I was a horny slut. A virgin slut which was pretty much impossible but still... I wanted it wild. Naughty.
He slowed and put his Jeep in park in front of Nana’s house. Shifted to face me.