Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Let me,” he says, reaching out and taking it from my hands. “Arms up.”
I do as he says, and he slides the dress down my arms and over my head. Once it’s in place, I look up to him with hopeful eyes only to see he’s angry.
“You aren’t leaving the house in that,” he growls. I look down at the dress. I sewed little notches to bunch the material at the waist and to make the top fit tighter. The bottom flares out a little, but I know the problem. I’d cut it too short.
“You don’t like it?” I ask, doing a little twirl that makes the dress fly up. Trace’s eyes go straight to my sex.
He licks his lips, and I know what he’s thinking. It’s something he’s been doing to me pretty much constantly since yesterday. He loves to kiss between my legs. He’s done it four times in the last twenty-four hours. I could lie in bed forever and let him do that to me. That’s kind of what I did this morning until he pulled me from the bed saying I had to eat.
“Oh, I’m going to fucking love it when it’s on the floor next to my shirt.” He growls again, and then lunges for me. I squeal, dodging his grab. “You wanna play?” He raises one eyebrow as I slowly start backing farther away from him.
“Maybe,” I bait.
“Baby doll, you know I’m gonna catch you.”
“But what are you going to do to me when you do?” I lick my lips thinking about tasting him. About him making me taste him when he catches me. My breathing picks up just thinking about it. A delicious thrill goes straight to my core.
He growls again, and this time he really comes for me. I jump onto the bed and scurry to the other side. He puts both hands on the bed, leaning over it a little. “The likelihood of that dress making it when I get my hands on you goes down every second it takes me to catch you.”
“This dress?” I twirl again, the dress fluttering around my upper thighs as he springs towards me. I scream, running through the bedroom door, into the hallway, and down the stairs. I can hear him behind me as I run as fast as I can through the living room into the kitchen, heading straight for the back door.
I hear a loud thump and I know he probably just jumped down the stairs. Flinging open the back door, I barrel out of the house laughing and running straight into someone. Hands come to my shoulders, stopping me from falling on my ass.
“What the hell?” the man says. My gaze travels up and lands on a man who looks to be about Trace’s age, but he’s not built as big as him. He’s got brown eyes that match his hair perfectly. A smile pulls at his lips, but he makes no move to let me go. I just stare up at him in shock.
“Let her go.” Trace doesn’t even give him time to do as he demands as he pulls me from the other man’s hold. He places me behind him so the man can’t see me. All I can see is Trace’s broad back.
“Fuck, Trace, I didn’t know you had a chick over here. Hell, I didn’t know you ever had anyone over here,” the mystery man says.
“Watch your fucking mouth in front of her.”
“That doesn’t make a lick of sense. You just dropped the F-bomb yourself.” I can hear laughter in the other man’s voice, but it doesn’t seem to be helping cool Trace down. I can see the tension radiating through his body.
“I’ll say whatever the fuck I want in front of my woman. You, on the other hand, don’t have that liberty,” Trace bites out. I reach up, placing my hands on his back, letting my fingers rub small circles. He leans into it a little, as if trying to get my touch deeper into him.
“Whatever, man. I was just wondering if I could go out and fish in your pond, but I think I’ve changed my mind.”
I lean to the side a bit, poking my head out from behind Trace. The man’s eyes come to mine, but Trace shifts his body, blocking mine again.
“Don’t even look at her. In fact, pretend like she doesn’t exist.” His words are said with a hard edge.
“All right, man. I’ll see you around,” the man says. Trace doesn’t say a goodbye. He just turns and picks me up, carrying me back inside. I wrap my legs around him. He kicks the door shut, flipping the lock.
I wonder if the man will say anything about seeing me. I hold on to Trace tighter as I think about someone coming here looking for me. What will happen once they find out I’m here? I don’t think I can stay hidden forever. It’s bound to come out sooner or later, and I can’t keep Trace locked away with me no matter how much I wish I could. I like this little world we’ve been living in, just the two of us.