Lycan Contempt by S. Yule (reading fiction TXT) 📕

She’s special.”

“I’d never do such a thing.” She fought the smile back that tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’l be back in a couple minutes.”

“Take your time.”

Lucy folowed her to her room and waited while she packed. She barely got into the living room when Kish took her bag from her. She jumped, startled by his closeness. “How do you keep sneaking up on me like that? No one has ever been able to do that.”

“I’m talented that way,” he said.

“Mm hm.” She suspected he was talented in other ways too.

For crying out loud. She was lusting after him again. What was wrong with her? What’s wrong with me? How about I haven’t been with a man for ages, and suddenly, I’m stuck in the woods, alone with a freaking GQ model. Can you say horny? Yep. That was playing it smart. Getting hot under the colar for a strange man in the middle of nowhere instead of being on guard like most normal women would be under the same circumstances.

Other than the first initial reservations she’d had about trusting him when he’d first shown up—of which reservations had quickly melted away—she found that she was comfortable with Kish. It felt as if she’d known him for years. But again, maybe her attraction to him was causing her to turn a blind eye to the situation. Heh. Blind eye. Nice one, Georgia.

“Wait here while I take your bag out.”

“Lucy’s bag of food is by the door too.”

“Got it.”

She found a piece of paper and pencil in the coffee table drawer and scribbled a note to Henry and Joey.

Just as she placed the note on the kitchen counter, an engine roared to life. Must be Kish firing up Baby.

She smiled again. Baby. Men and their vehicles.

Within moments, Kish was back.

“Wil Lucy be okay with me carrying her to the truck?” Kish asked.

“Yes.”

Georgia bent down to pat Lucy. “Lucy, let Kish help you out to the truck. I’l be right behind you.”

“I’ve got you, girl.”

Georgia got on her coat and zipped it up then fished a glove from each pocket and put them on.

She folowed Kish outside and puled the door shut behind her.

“Wait on the porch.”

“But—”

“I’l take Lucy to the truck and I’l be back to help you. The snow is over three feet deep. It wil be hard for someone of your size to maneuver around in it.”

“Someone of my size?”

“Yes. Petite.”

Petite? She’d never had a man cal her that before.

Actualy, if she thought about it, not many men had paid her compliments at al because most men avoided dating a blind girl like the plague. And petite was a compliment to her. She liked it, and she liked the way Kish made her feel. Good grief, Georgia.

He’s only being nice. It isn’t as if he’s trying to hop into the sack with you.

She nearly groaned at that image. She could only imagine how wonderful it would be to run her fingers over his hard muscles without anything between them.

Skin to skin. Suddenly, she didn’t think it was so cold outside. In fact, she was about to start fanning herself when Kish made it back to her.

She squeaked when he scooped her up. “I can walk.”

“If I let you down, I might never find you again in al this snow.”

Was it realy worth complaining about? No.

Instead, she linked her fingers behind his neck and enjoyed the rock hard warmth of his body pressed against her. He carried her as if she weighed nothing.

He wasn’t even winded. Dayam. He must be in serious shape. Yeah. And wouldn’t you love to feel that shape for yourself? Why, yes. Yes, I would.

That’s when she noticed he didn’t have a coat on.

“Where in the world is your coat?”

He cleared his throat. “It got wet when I was working on the generator and shoveling the snow off the roof.”

“Oh. Aren’t you cold?”

“Do I feel cold?”

“No. I guess not.” She frowned.

“Don’t worry about me. I promise you, I’m fine.”

Oh he definitely was fine, al right. She inwardly roled her eyes. She thought only men needed cold showers, but she was thinking she’d need one soon.

He helped her into the truck and fastened her seatbelt for her before getting in on the driver’s side.

“It’s going to be a bit of a bumpy ride, but don’t worry, Baby can handle it,” he said.

“O-okay.”

He chuckled. “Just warning you so you don’t get caught off guard.”

“Thanks for the warning, Kish. I think,” she muttered.

He put Baby in gear and began the drive back to his place.

Chapter Seven

Kish watched as Georgia tightened her fist in a death grip around her seatbelt as the truck slid sideways once again. She kept her other arm around Lucy as if she could save the dog from harm, the dog that weighed nearly as much as she did. Motherly instincts never failed to amaze him. Motherly? The thought of Georgia holding a tiny baby girl with golden-blonde hair and big green eyes stole the breath from his lungs. His baby? Yes.

The thought of having a baby had never crossed his mind until now. Because you’d never met your mate until now. A strange pang fluttered in his chest.

No. No matter how much the idea appealed to him, he didn’t want to go through yet another rejection or worse, saddle Georgia with a scarred man like him.

He reached over and squeezed her gloved hand gently.

“It’s okay, Georgia. I know to your heightened senses it probably seems as if we are completely out of control, but I promise Baby is doing just fine. We won’t wreck. I’ve made this drive hundreds of times in snow like this, occasionaly worse.”

He wanted to comfort her, to reassure her that he’d never let anything happen to her, but at the same time, he didn’t want to give away the true depth of his feelings because he never planned to act upon them.

“I trust you, Kish. It’s just my reflexes.”

“The snow looks as