You've Always Been Mine (You're Mine, 2)
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I saw the sign saying I would be entering Rustin city limits in five miles. “Come on, baby, you can do it.”
The puttering sound started, then the squealing. I cursed. It was getting dark, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with woods surrounding me and God knows what lurking behind the trees. All those horror movies I’d watched over the years about a deranged serial killer or a family of mutants wanting to breed with a female slammed into my head.
I was seriously starting to regret taking on the position at the interior design shop in this out-of-the-way town. But I also couldn’t have turned it down. The salary alone was more than I could have imagined making after just graduating with my degree. Not to mention corporate paid my relocating fee, found me a place to stay, and made me head of the store.
It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, and I’d jumped on it faster than I’d given myself time to think.
Hell, I was probably just questioning it now because my damn car was acting up.
And as if the bitch decided to say a big “fuck you,” the car gave one last stutter before smoke started coming out of the hood.
I pulled to the side of the road. The sun was nearly set, and where I was parked was right around a bend. With trees surrounding me, an ominous feeling swept over me.
I am not going to think about horror movies.
I am not going to think about serial killers.
I turned on my hazard lights, double-checked to make sure my doors were locked, and reached across the seat to grab my purse. I pulled my phone out, the dreaded feeling that I’d have no signal filling me. But thank God I had three bars. After searching the Internet and finding the town mechanic’s shop, I dialed the number and prayed they were open.
“Gabe’s Garage,” the deep, husky voice on the other side of the line all but barked out.
I rested my head on the back of the seat, looked up at the roof of my car, and mouthed “thank you” to whoever was listening. “Hi, yeah, my name is Josephine, and I, um, broke down and am in desperate need of a tow.”
There was a heartbeat of silence before he answered me.
“Where you at?” The guy’s voice was so deep, so masculine that I actually felt a chill race over my arms.
I turned in my seat and looked around for any signs. “Um, I actually don’t know. But I just barely passed the Rustin city limits sign that said I’d be entering in about five miles. I’m coming from South.” Another moment of silence, some papers rustling, and then he cleared his throat.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll be out. It’ll be extra though because it’s after hours.”
“Yeah, that’s fine. What’s your name?”
Another moment of silence passed.
“Gabe.”
“Thanks so much. I just want to get out of the middle of nowhere. Who knows what creeps are in the woods.”
He gave a short chuckle. “You’ll be fine. Just hang tight.”
I hoped he was right, because now all I could think about was the shady shit that could go down in the time it took him to get here.
Gabe
I saw the flashing hazards up ahead and slowed. It was already past sundown, and although the garage was technically closed, I still took after-hours tow jobs. They didn’t come frequently, but when they did, it was usually from some out-of-towner.
I pulled onto the shoulder and turned around so I was facing the same way as the vehicle. I drove the tow truck to the front of the car and reversed until I was close enough to hook it up.
When I climbed out of the truck, the car’s driver’s side door was opening.
The headlights made it impossible to see her clearly. I could see her shape well enough, though, and damn, was she curvy.
“Thank you so much,” she said, her voice soft, sweet. And then she stepped in front of the lights and I got a good look at her.
Fuck.
It was hard to tell in the artificial light, but her hair was a shade of red and long enough to make the image of wrapping my hand around it as I plunged my cock into her body slam through my mind.
My cock started to get hard, and I told myself to calm the fuck down. No need to frighten her and make her think I was some depraved pervert because she saw the wood I was sporting.
She’d popped the hood when I’d parked, and as I stood there just staring at her, she turned and looked at the guts of the car. She was bent over, her hands on the edge, her ass popped out. The jeans she wore did nothing to hide the fact that her bottom was big, round, and would feel good in my hands.
My cock jerked again, and since she wasn’t looking at me, I reached down and adjusted the asshole.
“It started making this crazy sound, and when I pulled off to the side and cut the engine, I noticed smoke or steam or something coming out from under the hood.”
I didn’t answer, because truth be told I was horny as hell for this woman, and the sight of her presented like some special little fucking gift for me had all words leaving my head. She straightened and turned to face me, and when she took a step forward, I saw the way her body changed.
Her breathing increased.
She licked her lips.
She lowered her gaze and stared right at my cock.
Josephine
I did not mean to eye this guy’s junk, but when I saw him, got a good look at who this tow-truck man was, it was like instinct.
He was huge, easily towering over my not so meager five-foot-six height. The man was a beast, his body corded with muscle, his grease-stained white shirt doing nothing to hide all that strength. He had a dark, trimmed beard, and as I really took him in, I realized this man put his gender to shame.
I’d never been instantly aroused before … until now.
I was wet—soaking, in fact.
My nipples were hard, hell, maybe even hard enough he could see them pushing against the material of my shirt.
And I felt my heart beating fast and hard, felt it lodged in my throat.
My reaction was ridiculous, ludicrous even, but it was real.
I cleared my throat and looked away. He was hard, his erection pressing against his pants like a third leg.
God, he was big.
“So,” I said but didn’t look at him. I felt very bare right now, unhinged even. “Think it’s something you can fix?”
He didn’t answer right away, and I glanced up at him. He had his focus trained right on me, this dark, commanding presence that had my flesh feeling tight, exposed in the winter’s chill.
“I’ll get it taken care of.” He took a step toward me, and I smelled the wild scented cologne he wore. It was manly, slightly musky, and reminded me of the woods after a rainfall. “Go ahead and hop in the truck.”
I nodded because I still felt so off balance. He moved past me, the light glow from his taillights washing his huge body in this reddish-orange hue. And when I saw him start to get my car ready to be towed, I couldn’t help but watch the way his muscles played under the flesh of his biceps.
I didn’t know what in the hell was going on with me, but I had a feeling I needed to bury that shit. No way was I about to entertain the idea of being with this man in the filthiest way possible.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
Right?
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You’re Mine Series
Book 1: Say You’re Mine
Book 2: You’ve Always Been Mine
Book 3: Coming soon
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Book 1: Lumberjack
Book 2: Virgin
Book 3: Baby Fever
Book 3.5: A Real Man: Volume One
Book 4: Experienced
Book 5: Roommate
Book 6: Arrogant
Book 7: Feral
Book 8: Dirty
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