Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“I am not stuck here. I refuse to be anywhere near you for a second longer. There was a reason I didn’t speak to you two years ago. I haven’t forgotten. And seeing you again only reminds me why I really hate you.”
“Yeah? And why’s that again? Because last thing I remember is you—”
“Don’t you turn this on me, you stupid, cheating liar!”
“There she is. Poor Callie. Only remembers what she wants to.”
“Oh, fuck you.” I grab my purse and shove my arms into my jacket.
“Whatever. Run away. You’ve always been good at that. Just don’t expect me to come after you this time.”
I whip around so fast dots appear in my vision. “I hope you rot in hell. Or freeze. But whatever you do, stay the hell away from me!” I reach for the door handle to steady myself, then throw it open and storm out. This time, I’m smart and use the right side of the stairs. I groan at how deep my boots sink before I hit a step. Gazing ahead of me, I cuss under my breath. There are mounds and mounds of endless snow. I should have stolen the keys to his snowmobile. But I refuse to go back in there. I got myself into this mess. I can get myself out of it. I puff my chest out, raise my chin, and start the trek to nowhere because I have no idea where I’m going. Don’t panic. A car will drive by at some point and rescue me.
You got this, girl. You do not need him.
Which is hopefully a good thing because he is doing exactly as he vowed and not coming after me. “Screw him,” I hiss, ignoring the burn in my thighs. “Why is this snow so high?” When I get home, and after I murder my friends, I’m moving somewhere warm. Where it never snows.
Think about something hot. Fire. The sun. Easton gripping his dick.
God, if there was one thing he was amazing at, it was sex. He knew exactly how to use what he was blessed with. I wasn’t crazy active sexually before Easton, but being with him brought a primal need out of me. He showed me ways I’ve never thought possible to find arousal. He wasn’t into complete kink or anything like that, but he sure knew his way around the female body and what toys would turn me into a wild, moaning animal.
“Knock it off!” I scold myself. He is not the answer here. Even though my entire body seems like it’s on fire. Maybe if I unzipped my jacket and let some air in.
I open my eyes and gasp. “Holy shit,” I breathe. Three feet in front of me is a bear. And we’re not talkin’ a small cute bear. A monstrous scary bear. And he’s staring right at me. I don’t move a muscle. Maybe he doesn’t see me. If I stand real still, he’ll get bored and move along. He raises a giant paw and slams it into the snow. “Oh, God,” I whine and close my eyes. “Please don’t maul me, Mr. Bear.”
I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been one for nature. Do I scare him or play dead! Maybe if I throw my laptop bag at him, it’ll scare him off. Or, I can run. To where? Your death? There’s no way I’ll get more than a foot or two before he’s on me, ripping the flesh off my back and eating me for lunch.
Fuck, fuck. . . fuck! The last fuck is because the bear growls loud enough that I swear I can feel his breath skate across my cheeks. He rises onto his hind legs, and I close my eyes because I don’t care to see the moment he claws my head off.
Two gunshots ring off into the distance.
When I open my eyes, the bear is retreating back into the woods. Easton appears, then proceeds to toss me over his shoulder.
“Run! That bear can change his mind and claw us both.” I rush out. He takes his time, and I try to raise my head to keep a lookout. “Easton, faster. He’s probably really mad now!” God, I don’t want to die like this. At least frozen, they could thaw me out and have a nice open-casket funeral.
“Easton—”
He slaps my ass. “Shut up, Callie.”
“Don’t you dare slap my ass—”
He does it again. “I said shut the fuck up.”
Oh, that bastard. He’s in for it once he puts me down. Well, once he shuts the door and locks it, and no bears can enter. Then it’s on. He walks up the porch steps, enters the cabin, and kicks the door shut with his boot.
He flips me upright off his shoulder, and my feet slam against the ground. I open my mouth to raise hell, but his mouth crashes over mine. Electricity sparks between us, and I swear the ground below me sways. His hand hooks around my neck, fisting my hair, and takes my mouth like he owns it, pressing his tongue past the barrier of my lips, deepening our kiss.