Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Wait on me.” I use my stern voice but I can tell by the color of her cheeks she’s close and she’s not going to stop. “Pippa,” I scold, but she whines as she grinds down on my cock.
“I can’t.”
Just then I feel her pussy tighten and she falls over the edge and cums hard and fast. I have no choice but to go over with her and hold her close as hot waves of pleasure take over. I kiss her neck and then her lips while we both come down from our quick high. She smiles against me because we both know that once is never enough.
“How about you let me take you in the shower and you can try out that new setting I put on for you.”
Her eyes widen and she wiggles on my hard cock. I groan.
“I think I can handle that.” She kisses me and it’s always so damn perfect. Just like she is.
The day she walked into this castle she forever changed my fate. She made these walls of stone turn into something more than just a home. It’s now a place filled with love and laughter and so much noise. But in the best way possible. She’s my warm fire on a cold winter night. She’s a good book in my favorite chair while the leaves change colors. She’s warm cinnamon and pumpkin and every other thing I love all rolled into one.
She’s cozy and she’s mine.
* * *
THE END!
The Winter Groom
Curt Adler was told to take the young woman home. Nothing more. But when he sees her living conditions, he can’t in good conscience leave her behind. Also, he might be falling in love with her.
Demi has been left behind, forgotten, and tossed aside her whole life. But when Curt turns his protective gaze on her, all she wants to do is stay safe in his arms forever.
Warning: Can the two of them keep their hands off each other? Why would you want them to!? Kick off this wintery mix of sugar and spice in Hollow Oak!
Chapter One
DEMI
Run.
That’s what my mind screams as I stand at the bar waiting for the man that hired me for the night to come back and collect me. I’d been dismissed from the table before I could even get the meal I’d been promised. Everyone should get a last meal. I was hoping to get that before I tried to make some kind of escape, but it might not even be possible now. My eyes flick to the emergency exits around the restaurant to find the closest one.
My plan was to get Sherman Hawthorne drunk. He’s already downed three whiskeys but is still coherent. I was hoping whatever that white powder I’d found in my mom's nightstand drawer would help at some point. I was going to try and slip it into one of his drinks, but the two guards he had with him made it impossible.
One of them looms close to his table, their attention no longer on me right now. This is my chance. I could escape, but then where would I go? I don’t even have a dollar to my name. All I have is a fake ID that was thrust into my hand hours ago after they’d taken my real one.
How the hell did I get here? I thought I’d made all the right decisions in life. At least the best I could with what I had. Now I’m at some fancy restaurant being sold off for one night to some man that’s old enough to be my father. Hell, maybe even my grandfather. Not that I’ve ever met either of those men. It’s always been my mother and me, off and on over the years. Sometimes I’d get tossed into the system, but then she’d get clean, and they’d release me back to her. I’m not going back into the system now that I’m days away from turning eighteen. If I make it to that birthday.
“Can I get you something to drink?” the bartender asks, stealing my attention away from the table. “I’ll need an ID.” His eyes roam over my face before they trail down the front of the dress I was ordered to wear. I feel practically naked and exposed.
“No thank you.” I lick my lips, my attention going back to the table where the two men are still arguing. Sherman is clearly losing it over whatever the fight is about. The man in the fancy suit showed up pissed about something and is getting in Sherman’s face. My feet stay glued to the floor because I know there’s no running. I’d be found in no time.
I was so stupid. I knew better, and I never should have tried to steal from the Shapovals. In my defense, I had no idea they owned the little corner store. At the time I hadn’t been thinking about who owned the place. All I could think about was it had been five days since I’d seen my mother, and I was starving. Of course they own it. They own everything in the area of the city I live in.