Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Make sure they don’t short us on the steel,” I remind him as he steps out the door.
“I got you,” he replies with a smirk.
Closing the door behind him, I grab the phone and call Reese. She already came through by telling me about the coffee shop where Evie hangs out. But now I need more.
She answers on the first ring. “So did she fall for you?”
“You could say that,” I reply, my voice low. “I need her number.”
“You do? Don’t tell me Dawson Clark is thinking about calling a girl,” she continues. “Or, wait…are you gonna text her!?”
Grinding my teeth, I rub my bulge which still hasn’t gone down. In fact, it’s straining my pants so hard it’s actually painful. “Don’t mess with me, Reese. Just give it to me.”
“Okay, okay,” she laughs. “I’m just saying, Evie must have really done something to you for you to be pursuing her this hard.”
Pursuing. Some might call this mild stalking, but I don’t care. Nothing will keep me from her.
She reads me Evie’s number, and I’m practically growling as I jot it down. She starts to say something else, but I hang up. My cock’s hard and my mind is spinning. I’m too damn old to let a girl spin my life around like this. Not like thirty-three is that old, but it’s too old to not be able to control my erections.
I try to distract myself by diving back into my work, but Evie’s number just pulls at me, taunting me to act. And after a while, I just can’t stop myself. I enter it into my phone and text her.
Hey. It’s Dawson. You should get something today from me.
I send the message and set my phone back down. I’m not a big texter. I find it annoying, honestly. But as I get back to business, I can’t stop glancing at my phone to see if she’s responded.
This can’t be fucking happening. I don’t behave this way with women. I shouldn’t give a damn about whether she got my text or if she’s going to respond, but it’s all I can think about.
She is all I can think about.
Just remembering Brad’s hand on her makes my gut tense. I should have moved in earlier. She never should have had to endure even the slightest bit of his bullshit.
The rest of the day seems to crawl by. I keep glancing at my phone, but the only calls or texts I’m getting are about our upcoming job.
She’s not gonna reply.
That’s all I can think as I pack my bag and drive back to the house. Any other girl and I would have forgotten about her by now. But Evie just sticks in my mind like a splinter, and my cock just will not go down. I have to jerk off in the shower to even put a dent in my arousal.
Bracing myself with my palm against the cool tile wall, I stroke my shaft, picturing Evie’s ass clapping back against me while I fuck her from behind. I pump a massive load onto the floor, but it’s not enough. Even as I’m gasping for breath, I still feel a desperate longing.
I need my hands on her. Not just the thoughts of her.
It’s only a couple hours later when I’m diving into a burger that my phone buzzes. It’s a text from her:
I don’t know how to do this.
I almost smile. Finally. I know plenty of guys wouldn’t respond immediately. They’d make her wait just as long. But I’m not into playing games. I write back:
You don’t have to know. I do.
Grabbing a cold beer from the fridge, I grab a seat on the couch and close my eyes.
She’s innocent. Inexperienced. Which only turns me on more. I’ll be the first one to peel those jeans off her and spread her sexy legs. I want to drag my tongue up her untouched pussy and show her what it’s like to be eaten out—make her come until my cheeks and chin are soaked with her juices.
She’ll be shy at first. But the longer I keep my tongue on her, the faster she’ll relax. I’ll bleed the anxiety out of her with pleasure and show her that she’s safe with me.
I’ll make her mine.
And if that makes me a possessive bastard, so be it. I don’t give a damn. All I care about right now is her.
I check my phone again. Evie hasn’t responded.
That’s okay. She needs time.
And when I’m done, she’ll never think of running again.
6
EVIE
I haven’t used Charles in three days. That’s the longest I’ve ever gone.
It’s not because I don’t want to. I’m horny as hell—hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. But every time I try, my body simply refuses to cooperate. I just can’t do it without…
…him.
Dawson Clark.
Charles is great. He’s reliable and has been my rock for years. But he doesn’t have Dawson’s hands, his broad shoulders, or that gravelly voice that does funny things to my insides.