Page 46 of Twist Me

Grabbing the sack out of the back of the ATV, feeling like Santa fucking Clause, I walked around her friend Merideth’s house into the backyard. Jiggling the screen door, it was, of course, open. Rich people always thought their homes would never be bothered. Lucky for them, I wasn’t a robber, per se.

Walking inside, I crouched down on the floor, crawling around making that dumb ass sound every feline does.Of course, nothing magically came to me because I was not Snow fucking White or anything.Finding the fridge and grabbing some jerky-looking things, I went back to the floor and waved it around.

“Here, fucker. Come on, so I can be nice, dammit,”I hissed in the darkness.

Finally, after what felt like a humiliating amount of time, the asshole came to me and sniffed the treat.

Not taking any more time, I ‘bagged and tagged’ the bitch and took off outside the house.Making my way back to the ATV with Zee’s furry creature, you’d think I’d captured a mountain lion. This mother fucker was shredding the sack and my arms along with it.

He was massive.

I laughed when Ezello said she missed a cat because she must have forgotten she actually owned a fucking bear. WhenI finally got back to the cabin, I took zero time to open the sac so the man-shredder could stop using my arms as scratching posts.

“Your welcome, asshole,” I spat at the ruffled feline next to my feet.

He licked himself and decided one last time was best to maul my goddamn leg before running off inside the house.Jesus, it was moments like these that made no man want to be a gentleman.

“Oh, thank you, Goliath, my handsome, chiseled hero,” I muttered to myself, bloody scratches covering every part of my damn body.

But I smiled because the first part of the Happy Birthday surprise was complete, and I had to admit, I was grinning like a schoolboy on Christmas. I was excited to see my Little Lamb’s smile when she saw her savage furball.

Iawoke to what felt like a wooly mammoth jumping on my bruised body. Goliath ran behind my bed. He was hunched over and covered in bloody scratches. With my eyes wide, I looked in front of me, fearful that some rabid animal had made its way into the cabin, but what I saw brought tears to my eyes.

“Munchies?” I cried while hugging my mountain lion of a cat.

Goliath stood awkwardly leaning on the door frame. I looked at him, the tears streaming down my face at the unexpected kindness from the giant.

“Did you…go into the awful weather to get him for me?” I said, my mind reeling at the ferocity of the storm. The howling wind sounds had terrified me most of the night, and the shutters smacking into the window had me hiding under the covers like I was a little girl again.

How could he have managed that? And…why?

“Uh, yeah. I thought maybe you might be lonely…I dunno.”

I looked at his arms and legs, which were coated in angry-looking scratch marks. Frowning, I gestured for him to sit on the bed.

He ignored me, waving a hand in my direction. “Nah, I’m fine. You should get some rest, Zee.”

I shook my head, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and steadying myself on the desk. My wounds hurt, but I had healed a lot from where I had been.

Goliath popped into doctor mode and walked toward me, but I spun on my heel and pushed him onto the bed. My balance wasn’t great still, so my grand plan failed, and I ended up plopping on top of him.

He grinned up at me like a Cheshire cat. “Little Lamb, are you falling for the devil?”

I smacked his chest and tried to scramble off him. Of course, Goliath was…well, Goliath.

“Doesn’t it get annoying being a mean old wolf all the time?” I grumbled, adjusting my makeshift hospital Johnny.

Goliath shrugged.

“Nah. All the better to see you with, hear you with…” He got to his feet and caged me in by the bed, licking a long trail up my neck to my cheek. “And all the better to taste you with, Little Lamb.”

Goosebumps rose on my skin, my nipples pebbling under my gown. The action wasn’t missed by Goliath’s crystalline blue eyes either. His laugh was a deep rumble against my body. I suddenly felt very hot, like his presence was a fire burning the air around me.

Munchies decided to jump up on the bed, breaking the spell.

Goliath dropped his hand and growled. “Did I ever mention I hate that cat?”

Trying to get my breathing under control, I attempted again to sit Goliath down. This time, he actually obeyed.

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