Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 118459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
“Does it make you nervous to be touched by a real man?” He begins to stroke my skin and my stomach threatens to expel the milkshake Macie brought me earlier.
“Let go of me,” I say through gritted teeth. “Let go of me or I will scream.”
“I can probably get you another three grand if you play nice.” His hand drags slowly down my side and lands on my ass.
I turn to respond, to tell him exactly what he can do with his three grand, and his lips land on the side of my face. He presses them hard, barely missing my mouth.
My hand comes up and finds the side of his. The sound of my hand smacking his face zaps across the room. He howls with laughter and my blood pressure soars even higher.
I grasp at his fingers and try to remove them from my body, lifting his thick, meaty digits away from me. It’s obvious that he lets me lift his middle finger and that only enrages me further. The fact that I can’t make him stop, that I’m at his will, is both terrifying and infuriating.
With each second, my panic increases. I glance to Jason and he’s amused.
Hunter squeezes my behind in his palm before finally releasing it. “Oh, that’s tight,” he says, his voice full of innuendo.
“Get out of here!” I shout, my body rocking with fury. “Leave. Now.”
“I’d like to see what else is tight on you, sweetheart.” Davidson grins, acting like he didn’t hear me. He leans forward and I take a step back. And then another. And another until my back is flat against the wall.
He looms over me, caging me in with his hands. I can feel his breath on my face, his aggression rolling off of him.
I glance around quickly for something to grab, for an alarm to push, but there’s nothing. Just the bedside table with a coloring book and a foam cup.
“Get away from me,” I growl, pressing myself against the wall and as far away from him as I can.
He doesn’t flinch. He takes his right hand off the wall. I breathe in a small sigh of relief that’s one second too soon.
In one lightning-quick move, his right forearm is across my chest and his left hand is cupping me between my legs. I try to jerk forward but am caught by the tree trunk he has for an arm.
“You asshole!” I all but scream, my throat constricting around my words.
He leans his face in close to mine. “Your body knows a real man when it sees it. Don’t feel bad. It happens all the time.”
I take advantage of him being so close and bang my forehead off of his nose. He isn’t expecting it, but it doesn’t exactly hurt him either. I can see a glimmer in his eye, and I prepare myself to scream bloody murder.
He releases me and takes a couple of steps back, his hand wiping across his nose. He watches me, almost with a look of approval or respect. I’m not sure. All I can really concentrate on is getting closer to the door.
“You might wanna take the fight instead of Crew.” He laughs, joining Jason on the other side of the room. “You fight better than he does. I’d even let you walk outta there just so we can have makeup sex later.”
“Go to hell and you can take this with you.” I shove the check at his chest, but he ignores it. My hands shake as I pull them back, watching the check flutter to the floor.
“She’s a feisty one.” He laughs, glancing at Jason. “I love it.”
He grins mischievously and rubs his thumb against his forefinger. He brings his hand to his face, breathing in deeply, before licking his fingers. “Damn, I can see why these brothers passed her around.”
“If you don’t get out of here now, I don’t care what the NAFL does, I’ll have you reported for assault. Get the fuck out of here!”
“You aren’t reporting shit,” Davidson barks. “You won’t risk the fight getting called off. All you’re going to do is go back to that pussy of a man I’m about to break in half and tell him all about what just happened.”
His eyes light up and I know that’s exactly what he wants to happen.
“You’d love that, right? Well, you, Mr. Davidson, can go fuck yourself.”
He takes a step towards me and Jason pulls on his shirt, drawing him back.
“Let’s go, Hunter,” Jason says and starts for the door.
Hunter follows but stops abruptly. “Tell Crew not to worry about ya after this fight. I’ll take care of ya.” He winks.
“Tell him yourself. See how that works out for you. Again.” I wink.
He shrugs like he doesn’t really care one way or the other, but I can see I’ve irritated him. It’s a small victory, but I’ll take it.