Broken Hero by James London

Author:James, London [James, London]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Isla

I wake up to a gray, gloomy day. Looking out the windows, I see the sky growing darker, the clouds heavier with the promise of rain. I hear the hard thump of his tail against the mattress, and when I look down, I see Stabler’s sweet chocolate eyes looking back at me. Reaching down, I scratch him behind the ears, and he rolls over, wiggling around on his back.

“Did you watch over me all night?” I ask.

His tails swishes from side to side, and he makes a pleased sounding chuffing noise. A moment later, he gets to his feet quickly, his ears up, his body alert. Baker is probably up and moving around. I hear the sound of the front door closing, and Stabler jumps off the bed, running down the hallway after him. A second later though, I hear the sound of Baker’s truck starting up, and then listen as he drives off, leaving me and the big dog to hang out together alone.

The idea of being alone in the house scares me if I’m being honest. With so much going on, and the fact that there are men with guns out there looking for me, I think I’d be an idiot to not be scared. But this place is practically a fortress and as Baker has assured me repeatedly, there’s no way the cartel men even know I’m here – though, I can never help but hear the word, ‘yet’, whenever he says it.

We’re both, I think, hoping that Marshal Parr, and the rest of his little army will be here long before the cartel figures it out though.

As I lay there, all warm and comfortable beneath the thick comforter – and thoughts of Baker running through my mind – I feel a tingle running through my body. A tingle that starts off in my brain, passes through my chest and winds up in my most intimate parts. Despite my best efforts to push those thoughts away, I feel myself growing hotter and wetter.

I bite my bottom lips as I picture Baker walking into the room – naked. I admire the way all those tightly corded muscles ripple beneath his skin as he moves. I think back to hugging him the night before and feeling the raw power and strength in that body of his. Seeing how big he is might be one thing, but feeling that hard, firm, toned body pressed to mine is something else entirely.

My breath catches in my throat as, in my fantasy, he pins me to the bed with that dark, steely gaze of his. I slide my hand down, caressing my breasts, and giving my stiff nipples a firm pinch. A low moan escapes me as I imagine him pulling the comforter off me and grabbing hold of me. In my mind’s eye, I see him pulling my panties off roughly, and throwing them across the room. The next thing he does is bury his face between my thighs.

As my fingers touch my clit – and I’m imagining it to be his tongue – I cry out.

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