Bottom Of The Ninth by Kimberly Readnour

Author:Kimberly Readnour [Readnour, Kimberly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rae-Allen Publishing
Published: 2018-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

MIA

Current Day

The wind howls around AJ as he steps inside the cabin. Who knew snow dripping from the body could be so sexy? But when a six-foot-one wall of muscle shakes his coat loose, stomps out of his boots, and stretches his taut muscles, it’s downright mouthwatering.

“We’re stuck for at least one more night.” His eyes roam over my body, lingering on my cami tank top.

“You didn’t get the big, bad truck unstuck?” I ask.

“No, Miss Smarty Pants, the truck is fine. It’s the roads. They’re still closed. Visibility is near zero with this wind.”

“I figured when I looked out and could hardly see the truck.” I spy the stack of wood and heave a sigh of relief. My irresponsible brother came through again. He must’ve bought—because I highly doubt he played lumberjack—enough wood to last an entire month. The only item in danger of running low is clean underwear. “At least we have enough supplies to last another day.”

“They’re predicting the winds to die down either by this evening or tomorrow morning. Not sure what to do until then.”

A sly smile stretches across his face. The same one he wore last night after kissing me. My mouth instantly waters because, wow, that man can kiss. If he’s that good with his mouth, how good is he with other parts of his body? The question alone creates new wetness between my legs, and I have to suppress a moan. Yeah, a definite underwear shortage alert.

I place my hand on the back of the couch and lean forward, my mounds pushing upward. I lower my voice. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.” Although, I can think of plenty. He just needs to look past the pedestal he placed me on. I understand his reasoning for ghosting me much better. Although there were better ways of handling the situation, I get it. He felt responsible for my possessions being gone and thought I wouldn’t understand. I may have been upset when we arrived at the car, but I remember the guilt being prevalent in his eyes. I associated it with him taking me on a date, not something that runs deeper.

And I must’ve forgiven him, for the most part, at least. One make-out session later had my body screaming “Give me more!” I just need to convince him. He put the brakes on so fast I almost got whiplash. He doesn’t want to hurt me—that’s obvious—but I’m not looking for a lifetime commitment. It’s been a while since the last time I got laid, and who better to rechristen me than AJ?

There’s no denying the dynamic changed between us last night. I always thought of AJ as this arrogant, self-centered jock, but that’s not entirely true. He revealed another side—a hint of his true self. Sure, he’s cocky and not much of a talker. He grunts, a lot, but he finally opened himself up to me. Not to mention he had no qualms taking care of my injury, not once hesitating from the blood.

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