Page 4 of Country

“This… acting all macho and caring. It’s been three weeks since he touched me. I’ve been through this dozens of times. I’m fine.”

Country steps forward until there’s barely a strand of hair between us. I can feel the heat emanating off of him, surrounding me. It feels good and all I want right now is for this man to lift me up and teach me dirty things.

“Listen, this man is dangerous. He has access to who knows how many guns and he’s shown a desire to harm you. What makes you think he wouldn’t get angry and do more next time?”

I don’t know why he has to be so close to say things like that.

“I have locks on the doors and the windows. I’ll be fine.”

“None of those things stop bullets. Forgive me if I’m cautious with your life, but… you’re out here in the middle of nowhere. If this asshole comes back, he could get away with whatever he wanted to. Hell, he already has.” He nods toward my arms. “I’m stayin’ here tonight, and we can figure out a plan tomorrow.” Country kicks off his boots and tucks his gun into his jeans before heading for my couch.

The springs creak and moan under his weight. And though I don’t want a stranger spending the night in my house, I do feel safer with him here. That, or my hormones have clouded my sense of reality and I’m currently being hypnotized by the fantasy of massive dick.

Honestly, I’m not ruling anything out at this point.

Chapter Two

Country

The cabin is dark and the only sound for miles is the crickets that chirp outside the window. I’m used to this kind of isolation, but I don’t like the idea of Daisy being out here on her own without a gun.

She’s sweet, innocent, fragile, maybe even a little naïve. Sure, we’ve seen each other around town, and I’ve been watching her for a while, but she shouldn’t have let me in. I could be anyone. I could do anything. Technically speaking, I’m already thinking filthy thoughts. Thoughts I shouldn’t have about a woman her age. Thoughts I shouldn’t have about a woman in her position. She needs support right now, not some asshole trying to dick her down.

I draw in a heavy breath and stare up at the ceiling as I attempt to think of anything but Daisy. The MC, the weather tomorrow, the new exhaust pipe I ordered for my bike. Unfortunately, my creativity is limited and within seconds, my mind is back on the innocent, curvy little thing asleep in the next room.

Dirty, filthy thoughts twist in my mind. My hand on her throat. My cock on her lips. Her thick frame bent over as I slide into her slowly.

How the fuck could anyone hurt her?

The soft sounds of her feet as they patter down the hallway and into the kitchen makes me smile. Her hair is a wild mess and the t-shirt she’s wearing as a night gown hangs off one shoulder. The robe is missing, and I love the way her hard nipples pebble in the early morning chill of the cabin.

“You’re up early.” I lean up from the couch, causing it to groan again.

She sighs and glances toward the clock on the oven. “I never fell asleep. Turns out, having a strange bounty hunter with a gun in your living room isn’t the sleeping pill I’d hoped for.”

“Sorry about that. I know this is uncomfortable.”

Her curved frame leans against the back counter as she stares at me. In this light, she’s even more innocent looking. Thick curves, long dark hair, the richest eyes. “You’re staring at me.” She pushes away from the counter, grabs a blanket off the edge of the couch, and curls up on the opposite side, leaning her head against the back cushion.

“Don’t you have other things to do?”

The truth is, I have a million things to do, but this feels most important right now. I couldn’t handle it if this dude showed back up and hurt her in any way. “Just fishin’ and keepin’ you out of trouble,” I say. “Thankfully, I already got all the fish I can handle right now.”

Her eyes close and I want to wrap her up in my arms, hold her safe, let her know that some men aren’t like the asshole she knows.

“What are you going to do when I have to go to work in the morning?” She wets her lips. “Or when he doesn’t show up for weeks? Surely, you’ll need to go fishin’ before then.”

“Are you makin’ fun of my speech impediment?”

Her eyes open wide. “Oh my God! I didn’t know. I thought it was just an accent. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m just messin’ with ya. This right here is a drawl from the great state of Georgia.”

“Then what are you doing up here? Don’t you miss the hot, swampy summers?”

I laugh. “No. Not at all.”

“So, you’re here strictly for the mountain views and the MC?”

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