Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
He turned her around and unbuttoned her shorts. He pushed them down with both hands as he nuzzled her neck.
She moaned. “The bedroom...” she managed to get out.
“We’ll get there eventually, honey,” he murmured, cupping a breast in one large hand and her pussy in the other.
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
Hawk smiled.
After midnight he untangled himself from Blondie’s sheets. They had made it to the bedroom, as promised, but they’d only had sex there once before the little cowgirl collapsed from exhaustion. He dressed silently in the dark and slipped out of her house, locking her front door behind him. He kept his own house dark when he finally entered, knowing exactly where everything was. He undressed again, showered again, and fell into his own bed alone- again.
Chapter 4
Tildy had tried to wake up early but not early enough, apparently. When she headed downstairs, her father had already left, probably to work on his golf game. Her mother was not downstairs either, though that suited Tildy just fine. She grabbed a bagel and headed out the door. She got to class before her students and laid out the stack of exams on the corner of her desk. As the others filtered in, she gave Mariposa a reassuring nod. Last night’s study session would surely improve her grade.
Tildy set out her Teacher’s Edition of the textbook they were using and started on the lesson plan for next Tuesday. The hour ticked by quickly and though Tildy remained confident, Mari was the last one to turn in her test.
Tildy squeezed her hand and smiled. “You did great,” she said, without even glancing at the paper.
Mari frowned and shook her head. “Maybe,” she said cautiously.
Tildy shook her own head, but with an entirely different meaning behind it. “You did,” she declared. “I can feel it.”
Mari crossed herself. “I hope you’re right.”
Tildy gathered up the stack of exams and crammed them into her backpack. There were only twelve people in the class and she’d have them all graded by tomorrow and handed back on Tuesday. No one was failing. Tildy never let anyone fail. Only Mari and two others were taking the citizenship test in December, though. The others just wanted to improve their English. Tildy didn’t care why people took her class, it just made her feel good that they did. She slung her pack over her shoulder and walked Mari outside. The Mercedes started, as per its new usual, with a rough idle. She pulled out of the lot and headed down Main Street, toward home.
It was cool in the car, but outside the temperature was steadily climbing toward triple digits. Tildy swung into a gas station off the main drag to get a soda since she knew there wouldn’t be any available at home. She headed inside, practically sprinting between the air-conditioned car and the gas station.
She grabbed a soda from one of the large coolers and got in line at the cash register. As she rifled through her purse, she heard heavy boots on the tile floor coming up behind her. Ignoring the sound, she paid for her soda and turned to head back to the car. She stopped short, nearly crashing into someone, or a tree. Someone or a tree; Tildy couldn’t decide. Her gaze drifted up from a pair of black, steel-toed boots to a pair of jeans sporting a black leather belt studded with silver rivets and then to a fitted black t-shirt. All of this covered a man larger than any man she’d ever actually seen in person. His biceps alone were huge.
He was Sioux; that much was obvious. Tildy didn’t teach any members of the Sioux nation in her classes, but plenty of the kids and teenagers used the Community Center to shoot hoops.
His jet-black hair was pulled back from his face. Or should she say gorgeous face! Tildy was pretty sure her mouth had dropped open, but his mouth was composed in a slightly mischievous grin.
“Careful there, honey,” he said in a deep voice.
Tildy could only nod and clutch her soda to her stomach. The chilled can felt good against her blouse, since it was definitely getting hot inside the store. When she finally took a breath, she managed to skirt out of his way. “Sorry!” she said, a little shrilly she thought.
“No harm done,” he assured her.
She tore her gaze away from him and headed outside, where it was definitely scorching. She unlocked the Mercedes, tossed her purse onto the passenger seat, and closed the door. She took a deep breath and put the key in the ignition.
Instead of starting, the car made more of a high-pitched whine. Tildy put the ignition back to the start position and tried again. Still nothing. Scowling, she took hold of her purse and opened the driver’s side door. It was way too hot to stay in the car and call her Dad.