Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I don't need to say a word to make Skye tremble.
"Listening in on private conversations?"
"I didn't mean to. I was…"
I put my hand up, silencing her immediately. "There are two things you need to know about me, Skye. I don't like liars, and I don't like excuses."
Her skin blanches, and she shrinks back a step. "I was going to tell you I was here, but then I heard you talking about me, and I thought you'd be angry if I interrupted."
"I'm angry now." I lean into the room, supporting myself on one arm braced on the door jamb, stretching out my tired muscles. "Finn isn't doing you any favors by treating you like you're his girlfriend. He can't help himself, though. He's just a good person, through and through. But me and Jack… we're not so good." My words drop like lead between us, and her lips part on unspoken words. "The contract makes it clear what we expect for our investment. I suggest you read it and take it in. Be careful not to make Finn think that he’s anything more to you than he is. Jack is Jack. If you do what he says, this arrangement will last the year."
She blinks, and I allow my gaze to trail over her body, finding red blotches peppering the skin over her chest and neck.
"And you?" she asks.
"What you see is what you get." It's not that simple. Life never is. But it's all I've got to give.
"I'll read the contract."
I nod, slicking my tongue over my teeth. "Don't miss mealtimes. Keep the place clean. And at night, don't lock this door."
There are a lot more stipulations in the contract, but she can research those herself.
"Okay."
"What happened at the lumberyard today…"
Skye nods, shrinking back another step.
"It wasn't your fault. Ethan isn't a good guy. He doesn't like me, and he took it out on you."
"Why doesn't he like you?"
The question is the wrong one. She doesn't have the right to dig around in my past. This is exactly what Jack was talking about and exactly what I need to put a stop to. I step into the room, putting myself within touching distance of the pretty girl in front of me. I reach out, cupping the side of her neck, resting my thumb against her windpipe, and pressing just enough to trigger her to swallow. "Don't ask questions, pretty girl. You might not like the answers."
Skye's frozen, with wide green eyes that stare up at me, clouded with fear. Her chest heaves with a long shaky breath, and in my filthy work jeans, my cock stirs.
I have time for lunch or sex.
I like a sandwich as much as the next man, but not enough to leave this room, no matter how hollow my stomach feels.
"Get on your knees, Skye." My voice is a husky, gravelly baritone that rumbles in the silence of the lodge.
Skye obeys immediately, pressing her hands flat to the wooden floor and staring straight ahead at my thighs. I slip the end of my belt out of the metal buckle and flick my jeans open with well-practiced speed. Pulling my cock from my jeans is easy, and Skye looks at my thick meat like it's a club I'm about to kill her with. I stroke it up and down with tight, firm, almost painful strokes while she watches with wide eyes. "Open that sweet mouth," I demand as I rest my palm against her cheek, running my thumb across her pink lips. Her eyelids drop closed as she exhales, then she opens up; and I paint her bottom lip with my precum before forcing my cock between her lips. She sucks me like the good girl she is with technique she must have learned at the hands of another man.
Possessiveness is an emotion I didn't know I could feel, but I do. This girl at my feet is mine, and the idea that anyone else has or will touch her is flaming rage in my belly. The memory of Ethan pawing Skye rushes through my mind, and I have to close my eyes so that I can focus on the feel of her silky mouth and rough tongue on my dick and not how much I want to kill him.
"That's it," I croon, touching her cheek and urging her faster with a quick tug at the back of her neck. Her hands brace against my knees as she swallows me down. Her eyes leak tears, but she doesn't stop.
"Touch yourself," I tell her. She blinks, surprised, but does what I ask, snaking her hands down the front of her jeans. "That's it. Touch that sweet pussy. Make it drip for me."
Skye moans around my cock, and the vibrations tickle over my balls. I grit my teeth. I'm so close that the pulsing heat at the back of my spine surges, and then she swallows and swallows, and all I can do is look down at her as she takes everything I have to give and pray that my legs don't go out from under me.