Page 4 of Bedded and Bred

“Sure. Can you send me your cell phone number? I’ll send it right to you.”

I want to rage at her that she should take more care with her person. She shouldn’t do stuff like this just because somebody asks. But I’m torn because my body is lighting up like the fourth just listening to her soft little voice and picturing what she looks like.

A ping sounds on my phone and I look down and immediately it feels like I’m falling. Like I’m floating through the air on the soft gray clouds in her eyes.

I sound like a damn pussy. But she’s gorgeous. Soft, grey eyes. Sweet, full, peach lips. Pale, creamy skin dotted lightly with freckles on her dainty nose. And fiery red hair that makes me ache to touch it, wrap it around my fingers, sink into that softness and bury my face in it to drink in her scent.

I’m a sick fuck. But one thing I know is that as soon as I heard her voice I knew this woman was mine but the picture sealed her fate. One look at her pretty face and I’m hooked. She’s mine and I am going to tie her to me as soon as possible. I want to see her round with my babies and bury myself in her sweetness for the rest of my life, raising our family together.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she sighs. I hang up the phone and growl under my breath, fighting the urge to take my dick out of my pants and jerk off to the picture of my future wife.

But I’m gonna save all of me for her. She’s gonna be mine and my hand just won’t do.

“I’m coming, angel. Daddy’s coming for you and I’m gonna take care of everything for you. Soon…you’re gonna be mine.”

CHAPTER 3

Beth

Iskitter back and forth at work with one eye on the door all the time. “Hey, don’t worry. Jesse isn’t going to show up today. He’s still in jail. Didn’t you know he got drunk last night at the bar and then ran off at the mouth about you?”

I wince. “No. I didn’t know that. I suppose I should be happy and relieved that he managed to get himself locked up again.”

“Yeah. Well, he didn’t just start a fight, he started a bar brawl. Some of the guys from Wildwood Construction really didn’t take kindly to hearing him talking about you. Especially when their wives started to get ticked and then he mouthed off to one of them.”

“Ugh. I can’t believe how irritating that guy is.”

“And how persistent,” she groans.

“You’re telling me, Heather. I’m desperate. That’s why I called the guy that he mentioned on our date.”

“Wait!” She grabs at my arm and stops my frantic pacing. “What guy? Who the hell are you talking about? You didn’t mention any guy when you told me what you talked about on your date with the idiot.”

“Oh.” I flush and bite my lip, still focused on that damn door.Did he tell me when he was going to get here? I can’t remember.I don’t think I want Heather here when he shows up. There’s something so….intimate about the way he talks to me and I know she’ll pick up on it and she’ll harass the hell out of me. That’s just how she is.

“Hey! What’s going on with you and why do you keep pacing and staring at the door.” Her eyes narrow and she groans. “Oh no! What did you do?”

And that’s when the door opens and the biggest man I’ve ever seen in real life comes strolling through the door like he owns the place, his steel-blue gaze searching…until they land on me and I see the satisfaction and hunger in his eyes.

Heather’s eyes follow mine and widen. “Holy shit!” She breathes. “Who the hell is that guy and how do I find one?”

I rip my eyes from him and glare at her. “Don’t you have some place to be?”

She giggles as he stalks over to us. “Uhhh. I don’t think so, sister. Not when Zeus just came strolling into the library.” She fluffs her long curls and I groan, knowing I’m not gonna like what comes out of her mouth.

Cannon Reed stops right in front of me, his big fists clenching and unclenching like he’s having an internal battle with himself. He grits out between clenched teeth, “Beth Lange. I finally found you.”

Somehow those six words sound more threatening than anything Jesse’s ever said or done to me. There’s a promise in them that I don’t think I’m quite ready to sign up for or even figure out.

“Yes? Can I help you?” I can’t believe I think playing dumb is my best bet. I want to slap my own face.

His firm lips quirk. “You know who I am. Why are you playing dumb, sweetheart?”

Heather stares between the two of us like a spectator at a tennis match. Then she clears her throat and pushes in between us, sticking her hand out to the giant.

“Hi. I’m Heather. Beth is apparently too tongue-tied to introduce us. I’m her best friend.”

His cold blue gaze shifts to her and I can see her suddenly pale. “Did you fix her up with my nephew?” His voice is colder than the hills outside. Sharp and frosty.

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