Filling Her Up Read Online Jenika Snow, Jordan Marie (Hot-Bites #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Hot-Bites Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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It’s completely crazy, but it is definitely how I feel. “Maybe I could take a bus—”

“Nearest Greyhound station is about three hundred miles out,” I inform her and watch as more color drains from her face. “Shelby is legit out in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

“Oh,” she answers, and she looks so damned lost. Before I can stop myself, I speak up.

“I’ll take you,” I tell her, kicking my own ass because I know being close to this woman for any length of time will spell trouble. Besides, for all I know, she’s going to Boise to meet some prick. Idaho is also a long damn way from Ohio, but none of that stops me and it doesn’t for one simple reason.

I want to be close to her. I want her to be mine.

“But… I mean… Well, you…” she sputters out nervously, wringing her hands frantically in front of her body.

“If you really need to get to Boise in the next three days, I’ll take you. Think it over, Sunshine, but do it quickly. You won’t get a better offer.”

“But—” She exhales. “I don’t know you,” she whispers, her eyes wide with what I assume is panic. If she knew how badly I want between her legs, or how long I’ve been without a woman, she’d really panic.

Yes. Fucking years I haven’t been with a woman.

“I’ve owned this gas station for over fifteen years in this town. You can ask anyone about me, Cassie. They’ll vouch for me. You may not know me, but I can promise you that you will be safe with me,” I tell her.

I’m not lying, not really. She’ll be safe, but I can’t promise I won’t own every inch of her body, or that I won’t fill her with my cum over and over by the time we get to Boise.

Because that’s exactly what I want to do.

Chapter Four

Cassie

I shift on the seat of his old pickup truck, the engine rumbling, the country passing us by. I still can’t believe I agreed to let him take me to Boise. I know this is insane, that going with a virtual stranger could likely get me killed, or worse. But for some reason I feel like I can trust Michael, like he will protect me no matter what.

Or maybe I am just going insane.

The truth is, he doesn’t even know why I need to go to Boise. He didn’t push or pressure me into telling him. Michael just accepted the non-answer I gave him and offered his help.

I glance over at him, this big, strong man sitting beside me, his hands curled around the steering wheel, his focus trained on the road ahead. He is so much bigger than me, all man, masculine and powerful. And I feel like this damsel in distress, too embarrassed to tell him why I really need to go to Boise.

Facing the road again, I try to get my wayward arousal under control. It is hard sitting next to Michael, though. Even though there are undertones of motor oil in the air, grease stains on his clothes, and holes in his worn jeans, I am still so wet.

Clenching my thighs together, I grit my teeth and focus on the road, watching as the country passes by. I don’t know how long we sit there in silence, the low rumble of his engine masking the music that is currently playing on the radio.

“Thanks again for taking me,” I say. I know we have a long drive ahead of us.

“It’s no trouble,” he says, glancing at me momentarily before turning his attention back to the road. “I know you’re in a hurry to reach Boise, but if you’re okay with it, I might stop for the night. I didn’t get much sleep last night, and I can’t see myself driving safely without getting a good night’s sleep.” He looks at me again. “If that’s not okay, we’ll work something out.”

I shake my head. “That’s fine.” I look out at the road again, realizing he deserves to know the reason why I have to go to Boise. He’s taking time out of his schedule, using his gas, his vehicle to take me where I need to go, so the least I can do is fill him in on everything. But the truth is, I’m embarrassed to admit what business I have there.

“So, Boise,” I mumble, looking back at him. “My brother is in Boise. That’s why I have to go there.” I purse my lips as I think about my brother Brandon.

Michael doesn’t say anything, just stays focused on the road. For some reason, I know he’s letting me say what I need to say in my own time.

“I didn't want to say why I needed to go there because, frankly, it's embarrassing as hell.” He looks at me then. “Brandon has problems with … the law.” I say that last part quickly. “He’s currently in jail, needs me to bail him out and take him to rehab.” I see Michael lift a brow in question. “He doesn’t know about the rehab part, but I’m tired of him getting into trouble and dragging me into it.”


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