Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Fuck.
I let out an involuntary growl and she raises that eyebrow again.
“You okay over there?”
I’m so fucking far from being okay. I won’t be okay until this beautiful angel is bent over in front of me and my long hard cock is buried deep in her tight wet heat.
“I’m fine,” I lie.
She bends over as she wipes the base of the leather chair, and I don’t know if she’s doing it on purpose to torture me, but it has that effect. My cock goes rock hard as I stare at her jeans stretching tight over her gorgeous ass.
Jesus.
My brain is still fried from that kiss. My lips are still tingling. My bear is practically vibrating under my skin, chanting ‘mine, mine, mine’ on repeat like a damn lunatic.
It’s taking everything I’ve got not to toss her onto that chair and spread her legs.
“Here’s the order form,” Julian says as he walks out from the back room, waving it around. “If I leave it on the counter will you order everything?”
“First thing tomorrow morning,” Victoria says as she gets up. Her cheeks are flushed red from bending over and somehow it makes her look even sexier. She looks like she just got finished with a toe-curling orgasm.
“Cool,” Julian says as he walks over to me, slapping my hand as he comes in for a half hug. “Thanks for helping us out, Adrian. Are we going to see you tomorrow?”
“Definitely,” I say as I lock eyes on my girl. “I’ll be here as long as I’m wanted.”
“You’re definitely wanted,” Julian says, chuckling.
The shy smile on Victoria’s face is telling me the same thing. I’m definitely wanted.
“Alright,” Julian says, finally heading to the door. “Don’t forget to lock up. I’m out.”
I watch him leave the store and get into his truck. My heart starts hammering in my chest, knowing I’m all alone with my mate. Finally. There’s no one or nothing to stop us from doing every single dirty thing racing through our minds.
When his truck rolls onto the road and speeds away, I finally turn to look at my angel. She’s breathing a little heavier, those gorgeous perky tits moving up and down with each quick breath.
It’s silent in here except for the soft radio playing and the thumping of my pounding heart.
“I think this is the first time I’ve been with you without your big protective brothers hovering around,” I say, eager to discover what that means.
“No,” she says in her soft sweet voice. “There was another time.”
This time I raise my eyebrow.
Her eyes drop for a second, like she’s thinking back to a memory she’s kept tucked away for years. “It was at the lake. The summer Magnus bought that old rusty blue pickup truck.”
“Oh yeah,” I say, smiling at the memory of that piece of shit. I forgot all about that truck. “It didn’t have a front bumper.”
She smiles. “Magnus wouldn’t drive me, so I followed you guys on my bike. When I arrived, Magnus and Julian were swimming in the lake, but you were hanging out in the back of the truck sketching something. You didn’t say anything to me. Just nodded when I climbed into the flatbed to sit across from you.”
“I do remember that,” I say as the image of an adorable young Vic climbing onto the truck in her ripped-up dirty blue jeans comes drifting back into my mind.
“We sat there for maybe twenty minutes,” she says in a low voice. “You drew the whole time, but I kept stealing glances at your face all focused as you worked. I also watched your hands. I’ve always loved your hands. Shit. Too much info?”
I smile and shake my head.
“I could have sat there with you all night,” she says. “You looked so focused. So calm. You had a smudge of dirt on your arm and I remember thinking you looked… solid. Like nothing could ever shake you.”
I watch her closely, heart thumping, seeing this moment through her eyes now.
“I was too nervous to ask what you were drawing, but when the boys came back, you stood up, tore off the paper, and handed me the drawing like it was no big deal.”
“What was it?”
“A polar bear roaring. I kept that drawing on my wall for years,” she whispers, looking at the floor. “I looked at it every night. I still have it.”
I stare at her, the air going still all around us. My pulse roars in my ears.
“You kept it?” I ask, my voice coming out rougher than I meant for it to be.
She nods without looking at me. “Of course I did. It was a piece of you. I couldn’t bear to throw it away.”
I can’t believe she was here all along. My mate was in front of me and I was too clueless to realize it.