Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Shit!
Chapter 5
You look like I need a drink. Or a blow job. Either one will be good, just as long as both don’t include you.
-T-shirt
Wolf
“Ready?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Raven.
Raven’s eyes snapped from my ass to my face, and she blushed a lovely shade of crimson that glowed pink in the harsh light that shone above our heads. In fact, it was so pink that I would almost say it matched the pink cast that was on her wrist.
“Yes,” she said, holding her hand out for her dog.
I looked down at the beautiful white German Shepherd, smiled inwardly, and returned my gaze to the stunning sight before me.
Goddamn, was she wearing tight jeans.
I could practically make out every line of her curves in those jeans stretched over.
Although she was short, it definitely did not make her any less sexy.
I didn’t normally go for the short girls.
I was a tall guy.
I was also rough around the edges and definitely wasn’t one to handle breakable things with care.
Raven was definitely breakable.
Her hands were tiny, something that I realized moments later when I took one of them into my own and pulled her along in my wake when she refused to look at me after I caught her checking out my ass.
Marky Mark—a name so ridiculous that I couldn’t even bring myself to say it aloud—followed on Raven’s other side, staying close enough to her that he could protect her if she was in need, but also far enough away so he wouldn’t be a hindrance if she needed to get away.
Something that he appeared to be trained to do.
“Wonder what happened there,” Raven asked, pointing at the store’s front door.
“Someone tried to drive their car through the glass,” the young girl, all of eighteen, said from behind the checkout counter.
I blinked, taking another look at the boarded up window, and saw the damage that was concealed by the racks of clothes on the outside, and the rack of Cheetos on the inside.
“Damn,” I said. “Was the guy drunk?”
The girl shook her head and pulled her phone out of her apron pocket.
“No. The lady had a gunshot wound or something to her chest and her foot jammed on the gas. Her son, who’s only seven, saved her life and ours. She almost hit us.” She showed the photo to me, turning her phone around without giving it up.
“Damn,” I repeated. “That’s impressive.”
The girl nodded and clicked the button that shut her phone’s screen off before shoving it back into her apron.
“It was. Kid deserves a gold medal or something.”
I, on the other hand, wondered why the hell she had a gunshot wound.
The picture she showed me didn’t have any bullet holes in the car, which meant that whatever had happened, had happened before she got into the car.
My mind went back to earlier as it tried to connect the dots, but whatever link I thought I could match up was gone the moment Raven’s hand brushed my dick.
It might’ve been accidentally, but she did it nonetheless.
“I’m sorry,” she rushed out as she steered the cart away from me.
I grunted in reply, trying to calm myself and my dick.
My dick, however, didn’t care that it was an accident. All it cared about was the fact that she’d touched it.
With her hand.
Her soft, small hand that would make my dick look massive if it was wrapped around it.
And her hand was so white, that it would stand out starkly against my bronzed skin.
Just the sight of her hand trying to make it around the girth…
“Well, are you coming or what?” Raven interrupted my fantasy.
I sighed.
“Yeah, yeah,” I replied, picking up my speed until I was directly behind her.
The crest of her ponytail, which was on the very top of her head, came up to my collarbone. I could see everything over her head, even the attention she drew from the men buying beer across the store.
“You know them?” I asked her, coming up to her side and glaring at the two of them.
They were both young, likely around Raven’s age of twenty-seven or so.
Both were quite good looking, but it was more than obvious that they didn’t have what it took to capture Raven’s attention, especially if the look she gave them before returning her gaze to me was anything to go by.
“They’re a couple of the tow truck drivers,” she replied. “Billy and…Matt? Mark? Mills? Hell, I can’t remember.”
I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t dare. She’d likely think I was laughing at her, and I most certainly didn’t want to piss her off.
I was still trying to decide what this feeling in my chest whenever she was around or I thought about her was.
It’d been there for months and hadn’t lessened in the time since she’d left. The moment I saw her today, though, it’d gotten stronger.