Page 5 of Ride 'Em Hard
In minutes, my hands finally reach the surface. I grapple, digging my arms and elbows into the soil, to haul myself up out of the well.
“Not so fast, my little stalker. We haven’t checked out your phone yet,” Chase bellows, holding me in place, face down, staring at the dirt. He yanks the rope on my backside and lifts me up by my butt.
“Hey!” I yell, swatting at his leg. “This is not cool!”
Chase grumbles something under his breath that I can’t lip-read because I’m still facing the ground, and then he lifts me up into his arms like a sack of flour.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yell at the top of my lungs. “Put me the hell down!”
“You literally just told me you busted your ankle. You’re not going to help it by putting weight on it.” He’s carrying my purse like a man bag. My keys are in there. I try to wrangle the strap off his muscled shoulder, banging my cheek against his rock-hard chest. I give up on getting hold of my purse strap and go for his hands. He smells like fresh soap and soft leather. He must have showered before he crawled out of his cave this morning. Gritting my teeth, I try to loosen his hold. “I’ve had just about enough of your macho man-handling!”
Giving up, because he will not let go, I do the next best thing and swing back around and slap the asshole across the face.
“Ow! Shit!” Chase almost drops me. “That fucking hurt!”
“Well, that’s what you get for treating me like an animal. Now put me down or I’ll slap you again, you freakin’ caveman.”
Chapter Two
Little Hot-Pocket Lexi. I’ve got myself a real action hero, here. I believe her story, though. She doesn’t seem like the type to be caught up with the Johnsons. But how does she think she’s going to walk on that messed-up ankle of hers? I laugh, looking down at her perfect body.
She’s squirming in my grip, kicking with everything’s she got, and damn, all that wiggling makes my cock twitch. I throw my head back, avoiding a slap on the jaw, and keep walking.
I can’t remember the last time I held a woman like this, but I’ll tell you what, she didn’t feel as good as Lexi. I was just bullshitting her when I said she could’ve caught me with another stalker. I haven’t been with a woman in a while—too long.
Lexi’s a damn perfect fit in my arms. I get a better grip on her smooth, velvet legs and catch a whiff of a light, girly scent coming off her. Her silky hair tickles my arm, making my cock grow. Fuck. How am I going to deal with her?
“You better be taking me to the nearest hospital.”
I peek down to check if she’s still glaring at me. She is. But shit, if my breath didn’t just stop for a second when our eyes met.
“And where do you think that might be, darlin’? You see any hospitals around here?”
“Well, no...” Her sugary voice makes me harder. Brother, am I out of practice.
“And how far do you think you’d get out here, injured? You smell like dinner in more ways than one.”
