Page 2 of Hot For Her Ex-Con

And when you do find her, what then? Watch her run a mile as you chase her, screaming, ‘Come back here so I can marry you!’?

I groan at the thought. The coach driver calling out and pointing to his wrist snaps me back to reality.

“You getting on, mister? I-I gotta schedule, ya know.”

My eyes narrow, and I shake my head. Spinning on my heel, feeling like a lunatic for ever thinking I could leave that room,I push past anyone who’s in my way until I’m in a cab heading straight back to Carol’s.

The heat from my need already presses hard against my jeans, proving that my body at least isn’t primed for vengeance. It’s long overdue for something else.

Eight years inside, a man learns to temper that kind of thing. But after that first night of freedom, I know the only thing I want belongs to whoever stayed in that room before me.

“You all right there, buddy?”

The cab driver shoots me a scornful look, making me realize I’m not only thinking about those panties I should have left behind. I’ve got ‘em crammed against my face, inhaling deeply like it’s a fresh bunch of flowers.

Been carrying them the whole time without even realizing.

“How ‘bout you just drive the fucking car, huh?”

CHAPTER 2

Allison

I’m not exactly expecting a warm welcome home, but seeing the front door off its hinges, kicked in by someone or somethingbig enough to even do that…

It’s enough to cancel out my anxiety about coming home unannounced after leaving Mom when she was at her worst.

I knew this was a mistake.

My head pivots up and down our narrow street, rows of identical rundown houses filled with folks who wouldn’t blink at the sound of a door being kicked in. They’re grateful, if anything, that it’s not their door. Not tonight, at least.

Despite my common sense urge to call for help, I watch the fractured entranceway to what used to be home getting bigger until I’m walking right through it, drawn by something else instead of fear.

The darkening sky and booming thunder don’t make me jump, either. There’s something deeper sending a different kind of shiver through me.

The sounds that match the damage reach my ears, filling my whole body with a vibration that gives me an instant feeling I probably shouldn't be having right now.

I’ve heard of people getting hysterical in a crisis, but my bodily reaction to the noise, to this whole situation is far from hysterical.

I stifle a gasp, cursing in a whisper to myself before feeling the thrill between my legs overtake me as I swoon shamelessly.

Drawn to whatever it is, as if I have no choice.

My room’s right at the end of the hall, a trip that makes seconds feel like hours before an equally shaky hand pushes the door open.

I stand blinking a moment, my mouth hanging open once I find our intruder. For a split second, I swear the man, huge and beastly looking as he already is, has an extra limb.

A withered arm or something he’s gripping tight with his other two good hands, like he’s fighting something growing out of him.

A blur of broad hands, muscular arms, and what looks like a pair of my favorite undies that I still miss.

Once it pegs what I’m actually seeing, the ‘withered arm’ and the twisted frame of a monster of a man snap into focus long enough to register.

It’s grade school biology, really, but I’m getting a fresh lesson in what mother nature can dish up in the penis stakes when she’s handing them out to lunatics who like to let themselves in before getting themselves off.

I’m not gonna lie. The girl part of me, the woman? I’m more than impressed. Instantly impressed, you could say.

So, I’m a big-dick-or-no-ride girl after all, who knew?

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