Page 19 of Timber's Girl

I’m a fucking supernova when it comes to him.

For months, I’ve been drifting through the icy universe—lost in a blackhole—with Gideon orbiting around me until this week when we finally collided. Shattering my rocky shell to reveal the white hot light beneath.

Confused and excited, I jump into the shower and turn the water temperature to scalding, hoping it’ll burn out the different kind of heat pervading my body.

The wash sponge scrubs my skin hard, trying to erase the effect Gideon had on me, to no avail. My body still trembles at the thought of his hands running over me.

Might as well give in. Who will know?

Closing my eyes, I brush my fingers over my breasts. Pinching the swollen nipples, I imagine his teeth biting down like earlier.

The small pain makes way for pleasure as my breathing picks up. Reaching one hand down, I draw my finger across my clit before drifting further to drag some of my wetness up, trying to recreate the same sensations Gideon brought out in me.

As my climax nears, I speed up, rubbing harder.

Soon, the familiar crest of an orgasm surfaces, and I lean against the shower wall.

That was… nice.

But much weaker than what Gideon gave me.

How is that possible?

Why do I need a man, specificallythisman, to achieve such pleasure?

“Get it together, Lindy!” I berate myself. Feminists everywhere are probably screaming at me for these thoughts.Ishould be screaming at me, but all I want is Gideon.

Banging my head against the tile, I groan in annoyance and regret.

Because why would he still want me after I cried and ran away from him like a scared little rabbit?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

GIDEON

The week after my fuck-up was spent working and drinking at the clubhouse parties, where Lindy remained conspicuously absent. It passed in a blur of no sleep and anger at myself.

I can't believe I'd been stupid enough to think taking Lindy up against the cabin would be okay. A fucking cabin. Where anybody from the club could see.

A decent man would've walked her to her door and left it at that. He wouldn't have forced himself on her like a fucking animal.

The punching bag in front of me swings with another blow from my fist. I thought coming to Alaska’s gym might help relieve some of my self-disgust, but so far it isn't working.

Lindy's tear-stained face fills my mind as I punch harder. Christ, I made her cry. My rough fucking hands. My punishing teeth and kisses. They caused her enough pain to cry.

I probably reminded her of her asshole ex.

I hit the bag again, wishing it was my own body getting pummeled.

The pain is nothing less than I deserve for how I treated the girl I fucking adore.

"Timber. Timber!" Alaska avoids a flying fist as he gets in my face. "What's wrong with you? You've been beating the shit out of this thing for over an hour."

I swipe at the sweat on my face. "Move. It's none of your damn business." I sidestep him as I continue my workout.

"The hell it is. If there's something wrong—"

“There’s not.”