by Dani Wyatt
My panic bursts out of me in a furious tirade. “What the hell were you thinking?” My words are sharp, a harsh, clipped burst of pent-up emotion, but her shimmering gray eyes melt my heart in a single blink.
She glances from me to where the blonde is standing, then back with a furrow forming on her brow.
“I was hanging a sign on my shop. That’s what the hell I was doing.” Her eyes narrow, then as quickly as they darkened, they twinkle again, and a smile curves lips that were made to rim my cock. “But thanks for showing up just in the nick of time.” She flicks her head back and forth to clear the hair away from her face before continuing. “Where’d you park your white horse, oh ye knight in shining armor?”
Holding her in my arms, I realize I’m squeezing her against me. Hard. She feels so perfect here. Softer than I’d imagined, melding exactly into the hardness of my torso. And her scent—holy shit, her scent—has things happening down below the belt I’ve never felt before.
I note that the furious dog is now sitting quietly by the door to the salon, staring at me.
I’m not sure how long I stand there holding her, but it’s long enough that she bites down on her lip, crinkles her nose, and brings a hand up to lightly tap on my chest.
“I’m fine. You can put me down now.” She flutters her dark lashes, and heat rises across my chest and up my throat. “Or, you can just carry me to my next appointment across town. Better run though, or I’ll be late.”
The blonde laughs, and I clear my throat, setting her back down on the sidewalk and immediately feeling empty at the loss of her next to me.
“If you need that sign up, I’ll do it.” I reach over to snatch the sign back from the blonde and flip it over.
Free shampoo, cut, or set—at home or in salon for senior citizens. Call 517-900-3444 to set up your appointment!
“Okay, well, I’ll let you. But only because I should go. And I can’t pay you.” She turns to the blonde. “I’ll be at Mrs. Field’s in the Carson Building. Shouldn’t be more than an hour or so.”
She swipes her hands down the length of her hair, making the sunlight cascade over it as she gathers and smooths it over the front of her right shoulder before turning her head and looking at me.
“Thanks again.” She looks me up and down, then bites into her lower lip again. That thing right there surfaces my inner caveman. If only she knew what was going on inside me, she’d run. “I wish I could stay. You were great. I mean, catching me and all.”
“I’m glad I was here. Don’t do that again, you promise? I’ll put the sign up. It’ll be my pleasure. But promise me you won’t get up on that ladder again. Or do anything dangerous.”
She looks at me like I’ve grown a second head, and I realize what I’m saying to a stranger may sound odd to most. But I mean that shit; I don’t want her doing anything that could get her hurt.
An awkward moment passes, but I’m calm. Happier than I think I’ve ever been just standing here with her. The blonde rolls her eyes and huffs out a sigh as she steps back in through the door to the salon, the ugly dog again hot on her heels. He starts running in and out of the salon, growling at her like she’s some sort of intruder, then yapping at me and the brunette before disappearing into the salon.
“I’m Flint Rendell. I live over on the island.”
Most around here know the island. Formally, it’s Bellsay Point, but everyone around here just refers to it as “the island.” It’s a five-mile by three-mile stretch of wooded land, barely touched by humans, and something so beautiful that only God deserves. It’s about as remote as you can get, and up here in the Upper Peninsula, that is saying something. The whole thing used to belong to one man who lives somewhere on the other side of the world now. His family from generations ago staked their claim in this area, but he’s been gone for a couple decades. No one knows why, but a few years ago, he decided to let that land go. The frenzy that ensued around here was just another sign of how little excitement touches this pristine part of the world.
They had a lottery for three parcels of land, each a hundred acres of woods, and I was one of the lucky winners. I bought my hundred acres outright, purchased it for cash, and lived out of a trailer for the first year while I planned and began work on my cabin. The rest of the island is now held in a conservation trust that will never allow any more to be sold, so it’s just the three of us out there, and not one of us is the social type.
“Well, nice to meet you, Flint Rendell.” She wipes her hands together, and pink rises on her cheeks. The swell of her breasts catches my eye as they rise with a deep breath. “I’m Wren. Wren Reynolds. And I really have to go. But thank you again.”
She flips her hair around, looking from me to the door, then back again with an anxious smile. She’s flustered, and it’s cute as fuck. There’s barking behind the glass door of the salon, and the other girl pushes it open just enough to let the scroungy thing back out with an eye roll, leaving the door propped open this time.
The mutt looks up at me and stops barking. It looks at Wren and growls, then mounts her leg.
“Hercules,” she snips, trying to sound commanding but coming across as anything but. “Stop. Bad dog.” She reaches down to try to scoop up the furry barracuda, but he snaps at her then runs back inside the salon, leaving her shaking her head with an apologetic shrug. “I have to go.”
With that, she turns on her toe and disappears in through the front door of the shop, pulling it closed behind her and leaving me standing there with a hard-on and a whole new outlook on life.
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Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day she decided
to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heros have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, with a little more plot and always a happily ever after you’re in the right place.
She’s fighting middle age like a warrior and lives an average life battling gravity. When she's not writing she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), reading, riding her horse, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day
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