Restless Spirit by Sommer Marsden Read Free Book Online Page A

teeth.
    ‘Jesus, don’t cry,’ I hissed. I undid my braids in fast angry motions to distract myself. I so did not want to cry.
    But I did cry. So I sat there with my hand gripping the steering wheel, head down as if praying, and let myself cry for all I was worth. My make-up would be ruined, there would be no hiding this little fit of emotion, but what else could I do. I missed my grandmother and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d let her down. Throw in all the fucking and attraction and new life and I was a basket case of feelings.
    Bleh.
    The door opened suddenly and I sat up startled. ‘What?’
    ‘You coming in or are you going to sit outside all night?’
    ‘I’m sorry,’ I sniffled and wiped my eyes with my trembling fingers. ‘I was trying to save face.’
    ‘No need.’ He put his hand out and I took it, a warmth that came to me only with comfort slid across my skin warming me inside and out.
    That struck me as funny and I giggled all the way to the front door as he led me. It had started raining again. The drops on my skin triggered a sensory memory of his hot mouth pressed to my damp panties. I curled my fingers against his skin and followed.
    Inside he took a towel from a small chair in the foyer and wiped my face. ‘Virginia?’
    There was no use denying it, so I simply nodded. ‘I miss her. And I failed her.’
    He laughed. ‘Not to hear her talk. You were the light of her life and the talk of this town.’
    ‘I haven’t come for a proper visit in ages. She either came to town to see me or it was a drive through on the way to somewhere else.’
    ‘You were living the life she wanted you to.’ He touched my bottom lip but then turned suddenly and led me down the hall.
    ‘Oh yeah? My grandmother wanted me with a douche bag who slowly but surely decided his favourite form of entertainment was taking a swing or two at me?’ I said it under my breath but the venom in my voice was as clear as the lake air.
    His eyes went dark and he leaned against the wall. ‘Is that what you lived like?’ Even I couldn’t miss the fact that his big hands reflexively clenched into fists. Very large fists that were trained to do damage.
    I had a burst of fear and it must have shown on my face.
    ‘Are you afraid of me?’
    ‘No. I’m afraid for whoever those fists are for. But I don’t get the feeling that’s me.’
    That made him smile and my body relaxed.
    ‘How did it end with that man? The one I should go find and beat within an inch of his life?’
    ‘I took my old Louisville Slugger to him. He walked funny after that.’
    Shepherd grinned. He reached out and stroked my hair. I held my breath for a heartbeat but then it went wild in my chest and I had to suck in some oxygen. I sucked in even more when his hand quickly twisted in my hair and he tugged me against him. His mouth crushed down on mine and I didn’t think, didn’t consider, I parted my lips for him and let his tongue thrust along mine so that I felt the kiss in my cunt.
    ‘I can picture it,’ he said softly. His lips grazed my jaw line and my entire body tingled with the sensation. He plucked my nipple roughly through my tee and I sighed, sagging a little in his arms. ‘I can picture you all fired up and angry. Violent. Someone to be reckoned with.’
    His arms crushed me against him and I felt the hard hump of his cock between my legs. I wanted him. I wanted him in me and over me and rocking against me so I said his name when I came.
    ‘Shep–’ was all I managed when he kissed me again. Big hands cupping my ass, trapping my front to his front. I could feel his heartbeat wild and unmanageable like mine and the heat of him seeping into my pores and helping me shake off the chill of the damp night.
    ‘Food,’ he said, pulling free. ‘Steak like I promised.’
    My nipple still throbbed in time with my pulse and my pussy was doing the same. I shook my head to clear it and tried to steady my racing mind. ‘Right. I am starving,