Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Listen up, fuckers,” Emmanuel says to them. “You ever come back to the Greene Mountains and I’ll shove a nightstick up your ass. Got it?”
They all nod as they look up at him with terror in their eyes. I’d be terrified too with that monster standing over me.
Emmanuel picks up a switchblade off the ground and grins as he shows them the long blade. “Who’s first?”
The closest guy to him squeezes his eyes shut in a panic as Emmanuel reaches for him. He grabs him by the hair and lifts him to his feet. He cuts the zip tie off with the knife and pushes him away, sending him stumbling onto the grass. “Get the fuck out of here.”
I watch with my pulse racing as he runs to his motorcycle, hops on, and peels out of the parking lot.
Emmanuel does the same to all of them.
“Not him,” I say when he grabs the hair of the guy who punched me in the temple. “He’s going to jail for assaulting an officer.”
“He’s all yours,” Emmanuel says as he lifts him to his feet and pushes him toward me.
I grab the biker’s arm and bring him to our squad car.
“Hey, Finch,” Emmanuel says, stopping me.
“Yeah?”
“Nice roundhouse,” he says, looking impressed. “Welcome to the force.”
“Thanks,” I say, smiling.
It’s the first time he’s called me by my name. Actually, it’s the first time he’s addressed me or even acknowledged that I’m alive now that I think about it.
I guess I’m in now. Nothing like a battle to bond you to your fellow officers.
I bring the biker to the car and put him into the back seat.
Graham keeps a watchful eye on me the entire time, but he keeps his distance.
I walk over to him with a forced smile on my face. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
It was nice of him to be so worried, but I guess I’m a little sensitive about things like that. As a woman on the force, you always have to deal with men thinking you’re weaker and need to be protected. I don’t think that’s what Graham was doing though, but the instinct is always to snap back.
“I’m sorry I interrupted you at the office,” he says with a warm smile. “It won’t happen again.”
He’s looking so good in a navy blue Polo top with his station’s emblem on it, and dark gray pants. Our eyes linger on each other and that spark we were feeling at the game comes roaring back, hotter than ever.
My temple starts to burn and I can feel blood still dripping down my face. I must look like a wreck with my hair a mess and blood pouring down my cheek. This is not the second impression I wanted to make with my hot new crush.
“Can I still take you up on the offer?” I ask.
“Of course,” he says in a deep sexy voice.
I’m getting another rush of adrenaline, but it’s the other kind. It’s not from the rush of danger, it’s from the rush of having Mr. Hot Sexy Fire Chief’s dark possessive eyes on me.
I follow him over to the firetruck and hop into a seat in the back. He climbs in after me and closes the door, leaving the window open.
I get a shiver of excitement now that we’re so close in such a confined area. He’s so big. So tall and wide. I guess I didn’t realize the true size difference between us until now.
“I hated that,” he says as he pulls out the first aid kit. “I felt sick when I saw you getting choked.”
“I guess I’m a little rusty,” I say, feeling embarrassed. “This small town has gotten me soft.”
“You didn’t look soft to me,” he says as he pulls out some gauze. “You looked outnumbered twenty to one.”
“Thanks for evening out the odds.”
He smiles warmly as he looks at my cut. “The good news is, you won’t need stitches.”
“The bad news is, I’ll have a swollen head for my hot date.”
He grins as his eyes meet mine. “Good news is, swollen heads are my kink.”
I laugh as he presses the gauze to my gash. “Lucky me then.”
He’s so big and his hands are so strong, but he’s so gentle with the way he cleans me up, wiping the blood from my cheek, chin, and temple. He’s touching me like I’m a priceless porcelain doll that he doesn’t want to break.
I just give myself over to him, letting him take care of me as I stare into his beautiful focused eyes. He smells so good too. I don’t know what kind of cologne he’s wearing, but I want a bottle of my own so I can pull it out and come back to this perfect moment whenever I want.
Dirty thoughts start filling my head as his gentle hands touch my skin. I imagine what they would feel like sliding down my neck and onto my chest. I tingle all over as I imagine them sliding up my inner thighs and feeling my wetness.