Bound By Desire (The Acadian Curse) by Rebecca Lyndon Read Free Book Online Page A

gossip, and Linda Reed had the biggest mouth
around. It probably had only taken the story a couple of hours to
spread through town. He’d expected nothing less. Their stares
didn’t bother him.
    But they did keep bringing to mind the reason
for all the attention. He couldn’t push away the memory of her. The
feel of her skin, soft and warm under his palm. The taste of her
lips. The fire it built in his blood.
    He fought against the tension that began to
coil in his groin. The memories spiraled out of control inside him.
The sight of her lips wrapped around his cock. The heat of her
mouth. The hungry look in her eyes as she looked up at him from her
knees. How was he expected to say no to her with those were
thoughts buzzing in his head?
    Dear god, he had to get a handle on
himself.
    It wasn’t as if he had gone months without a
woman. He’d had plenty of hookups over the last couple of years.
Usually he would drive out to Red Bluff or Chico during the middle
of the moon’s cycle. He’d never had any trouble finding someone
else whose itch was in need of scratching. Nothing that had lasted
past a single night. Nothing that could come back to haunt him.
    He could have used a drink, but he would
never risk it. The curse was always close on moon nights, barely
contained beneath the surface. He took what precautions he could.
He kept to a strict schedule and watched the clock like a hawk.
There were no unplanned stops, no diversions, absolutely nothing
that might let his guard slip.
    Sometimes it wasn’t enough. He could see
through the creature’s eyes, feel through his skin. Colors were
brighter, textures more intense. He battled for control, but every
so often his restraint would slip. Like it did this morning.
    He should have known better than to let her
into his house. Hell, he did know better. He could feel the
creature under his skin, all of his primal desire clawing its way
to the surface as he listened to her shower. The image of her wet,
naked body hung in his mind, taunting him. He’d curled his hands
into the countertop, determined not give into the growing impulse
to burst into his bathroom and have her right there against the
tiled wall.
    Somehow he had been able to resist. But when
she’d admitted her desires in the kitchen and insisted on touching
him, the last of his resolve had shattered.
    He’d never been so happy in all his life to
get an unexpected visit from Linda Reed. He couldn’t care less how
much she gossiped about finding Dr. McIntire—Sarah—at his place.
Tongues could wag until they cramped. He knew what had happened,
and more importantly, what hadn’t happened between them. Sarah was
still safe from him.
    For the moment.
    For always.
    He knew well enough what she’d meant when
she’d talked about continuing their conversation later. She planned
on coming back.
    Grant tightened his grip on the shopping cart
and pretended not to notice the long stare old Mrs. Johansen gave
him as he passed her in front of the butcher counter.
    Well, if Sarah showed up tonight—and he felt
it right down to the depths of his soul that she would—he would
just force her turn her father’s old truck around. He’d do it at
the end of his shotgun if need be.
    That was that.
    So why the hell did he find himself reaching
for a pack of two steaks when all he needed was one.
     
     

 
     
    Sarah expected trouble as she pulled into the
circular driveway in front of the old Andersen place that
evening.
    No, not the Anderson place. She didn’t care
what that sign down by the highway said. It was Grant’s ranch
now.
    She hit the brakes, popped the long gearshift
free and set the emergency brake. She straightened her back as she
waited for the dust cloud to crest over the car and dissipate. She
could just make out the Grant’s tall form standing on the
porch.
    Her heart sped a little at the sight of him.
His arms were propped out before him on the wood railing. He was
waiting for her.
    Of course he was.