Page 8 of Dirty Hot Valentine
She tucked her hair behind her ears. “What bad news?”
“There is a blizzard coming our way. The roads are being closed,” he announced.
“What? No! Oh my God. I have to go.” She dashed out.
“Wait.” I trailed after her. “You can’t drive in this weather. I’ll drive you.”
She marched to the door. “No, thanks. I can take care of myself. How are you going to get back if you do anyway?”
“I’ll stay in town. It’s okay. Just let me grab my coat.”
“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news again, but have you looked outside? The snow is six inches already. No one can drive in this weather. Not even you, Brandon,” Kyle said.
Chapter Six
Zach
“I’ll take my chances.” Her voice echoed in my ears.
That was all I could take before I sprang to the hall. The freezing cold reached me from here. She was already one foot out, and neither of those useless fuckers was able to stop her. I shoved my way through and grabbed her by the wrist. Then I hauled her body inside.
Those lips parted, an aborted scream leaving her lungs. The walls of the cabin rattled as I slammed the door behind us. Snow swirled in after us in big wet flakes. My chest heaved with the force of my breaths.
“What the hell are you thinking?” I growled.
She didn’t cower or simper, trying in vain to yank her arm free from my grip. She jutted out her chin. “What the hell areyoudoing?”
I jabbed my free hand at the door. “There’s a fucking blizzard starting up out there.”
She faltered just a fraction, digging her teeth into her plush lower lip. It was so fucking sexy I could hardly stand it.
“You can’t go back out. It’s starting to pile up. Heading down the slope, you’ll be off the road before the second switchback.”
“I said I’ll take my chances. There’s no way I can get stranded in here.” She tried to tug her hand free again, but I refused to let go.
Not just because of how good her warm body felt so close to mine. How sweet she smelled. How hard she made my cock.
Squeezing her wrist harder, I shook my head. “Like hell.”
“What are you going to do? Keep me here?”
It wasn’t as if she could fight me off. I could lock her away in here and set her down by the fire. Peel off all her clothes and taste every inch of her perfect skin…
In a flash, I dropped her hand, jerking back as if I’d been stung. Fuck. What kind of sick, twisted bastard was I?
The idea of ravaging her and keeping her might smolder my blood and swell my balls, but there was still some scrap of the man I was inside me.
What kind of life would that be for her anyway? Penned up in these four walls with a crazy bastard and his ugly brother. I could keep her fed, sheltered and high on orgasms for eternity, but that was about it. There was nothing else I could give her.
She wanted romance and flowers and getting swept off her feet on Valentine’s Day. There was no way she would ever want the pathetic shit I only had to offer.
Want me.
“Of course not,” I gritted out. “You want to go die out there? Be my guest.”
Every instinct inside me screamed. No harm could ever come to this girl. I didn’t even know her, but I was fiercely protective of her. Pretending not to give a shit stabbed me right between my ribs.
Angry fire burned behind her eyes, and she grabbed the doorknob.
