Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Griffin cracks a smile, but Dallas remains stone-faced.
“I’m going to hike down to the car now and drive to town. I need something real to eat. I’ve had enough of this canned shit,” Dallas says before looking at Griffin. “Keep an eye on her.”
“Are you going to bring us something to eat?” I ask.
“Only if you behave,” Dallas warns.
Spinning around, I hold up my hand. “I swear I’ll be on my best behavior.”
Dallas doesn’t look too convinced when he gives me a slight nod. “I’ll be back with food.” He turns and walks away, mumbling something inaudible under his breath.
The sound of the door opening and closing echoes through the cabin, letting us know we are now alone in this place.
“I guess we’ll just sit by the fire and wait?” I offer. It’s not like there’s anything else to do around here.
“I guess so.” Griffin shrugs. Clearly, he’s still pissed at me for taking off last night. And I don’t blame him. He doesn’t know the whole story, so there’s no way he would understand.
We make our way back to the living room, and I take my designated space in front of the fire, sans the blankets. Griffin walks over to the bookshelf to find a book he’s interested in. He picks up a few, reading the back until he finds one he likes. I watch him sit back down on the couch to get comfortable before he flips open the book and starts reading the first page.
I am not much of a reader myself, and when I do read, I prefer to be on my Kindle. With nothing else to do, I turn my attention back to the fire so I can watch the flames dance. For a while, that’s all the entertainment I need, but after twenty minutes or so, I get terribly bored.
“When do you think Dallas will be back?” I ask, breaking the long stretch of silence.
“A few more hours, I guess,” Griffin answers, without looking up from his book.
I have to admit; I am a little annoyed that he is not paying me more attention. Apparently, the book he is reading is more interesting than I am. A little pout forms on my lips. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me when I was naked.
Is that what a girl has to do around here?
That thought gives me an idea of how to pass the time. Grinning from ear to ear, I twist my body around to get on all fours. Slowly and seductively, I crawl the short distance to where Griffin is sitting.
His gaze lifts from his book, and his eyebrows shoot up, but the rest of his body remains still. He doesn’t move the paperback, and besides the surprise in his eyes, his facial expression doesn’t give anything away.
When I’m only inches from his knees, I lift myself off the floor and crawl into his lap, slapping the book from his hand in the process. He doesn’t move as I straddle his legs and place my hands on his wide shoulders. His own hands remain by his side, while his muscles flex under my touch.
I suck in a deep breath, enjoying the manly scent of his aftershave. “Want to have some fun while we pass the time, big guy?” I stare into his forest green eyes, waiting for an answer.
Seconds stretch on, feeling like an eternity as I wait for his response.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he finally says. He might as well have slapped me in the face. The sting of rejection feels that physical.
Embarrassment spreads through my veins, settling with a dreadful feeling in my chest. I’m not used to getting rejected, especially not from Griffin. We always had a good time, which makes his denial sting even more so. Maybe I was wrong, and he didn’t enjoy being physical with me in the past. Is it because I’m not wearing any makeup and have my hair done, or is he still mad at me for running off this morning?
Without another word, I scurry off his lap and back to my spot in front of the fire. For a moment, I think he is going to say something, but he never does. The low sound of the page of his book turning is the only thing remaining for a long time.
7
GRIFFIN
Ican’t believe I turned her down. My dick is still mad at me, aching painfully in my pants. Rejecting her was a hard thing to go through with, but it had to be done. The only plus side is her sulking. She looks damn cute, pouting her plump lips like that.
Flipping another page, I keep pretending to read. After her little stunt, there is no way I can go back to this book.