Chapter 6
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Jenna
Irush through my shower, ignoring the hard points of my nipples as I run my soapy hands over my breasts.
Ignoring my throbbing core is another matter entirely.
With a moan, I slide my slick fingers through my equally slick pussy, searching for a tiny bit of relief, only to have a vision of Dash’s unbelievably large cock pop into my head.
It’s the first one I’ve ever seen in person, and it definitely didn't disappoint.
I bite my lip, willing myself to stop thinking about Dash, the man who basically kidnapped me and prevented me from stopping Journee’s second wedding.
My attraction to Dash is insane. I don’t even know anything about him beyond the fact that he lives in a cabin in the woods and kidnapped me from a church. Definitely the start of a Dateline story. Except I don’t feel in danger—if anything, I feel safe, something I’ve never felt before.
Sure, I’ve had the protection of my parents' money and the money I make on my own from teaching dance classes with Journee, something our parents hate but have decided to overlook for now.
Being a trust fund baby isn’t something I want to be known for, nor is Journee—that’s why we refuse to touch any of it, instead deciding to save it for our children someday.
Speaking of Journee, I have to stop thinking about a stranger and start thinking about how to find her.
I turn off the water, slip out of the shower, dry off with the towel Dash left for me on the counter, and slip into his flannel shirt, foregoing my bra and panties.
It doesn’t take me long to find Dash in the kitchen, cooking what smells like bacon on the stove. “Mmm, are you making bacon?” I sigh, inhaling the delicious scent. I could eat it for every meal, though my parents find it beneath them. Who doesn’t love breakfast for dinner?
“And scrambled eggs, toast, pancakes, and milk.” Dash motions for me to take a seat at the kitchen table as he sets two heaping plates filled with everything he mentioned on the table, one for me and one for him, as he slides into the chair across from me.
I pick up a crispy piece of bacon, just the way I like it, and stuff it into my mouth with a soft moan.
“Who doesn’t love breakfast for dinner?” I choke at his words, the bacon hitting the back of my throat wrong.
“Um, right. I do.” I take a drink of milk, trying to clear my throat and hide my shock that we both like breakfast food at any time of day.
We eat in silence for a few minutes before he finally speaks. “So, about the wedding, why were you trying to stop Aspen and Wilder from getting married?”
“Aspen and Wilder?” The fork full of scrambled eggs pauses halfway to my mouth. “I was there to stop my sister, Journee, from marrying a man she barely knows.” I set the fork back on my plate, suddenly not interested in food. “Please tell me I didn’t try to stop the wrong wedding.”
“Sorry, Spitfire, but that is exactly what you tried to do.”
“That’s so embarrassing.” I feel the heat rise in my cheeks.
This sexy mountain man must think I’m crazy for not knowing my sister wasn’t the bride at yesterday’s wedding, when I realize I interrupted him from attending his friend’s wedding.
“Oh my gosh, you must hate me for dragging you away from Aspen and Wilder’s wedding.
” I quickly stand, pushing the chair out behind me.
“If you point me in the right direction, I’ll walk back to the church, get my car, and leave you in peace.
” Something sharp presses inside my chest when I think about leaving this mountain man.
I barely know him, but the instant attraction I feel for him is something I can’t explain.
“It’s dark out. You’re not going anywhere tonight, especially not dressed only in my shirt.
” He growls, his possessive tone underscoring his words.
A dampness pools between my legs, coating my bare thighs.
I know his possessive tone was about his shirt, not me, but tell that to my body.
“Now finish your food and tell me about your sister.”
With a sigh, I sit back down and tell him the whole story of my sister’s arranged marriage, her running away before the wedding began, and how I came to Temptation Ridge to stop a wedding I thought my sister was the bride for, leaving out no detail.
“That’s a lot to take in.” Dash finishes off the rest of the food on his plate, a look of deep concentration on his handsome face.
“So, you see, that’s why I have to find Journee.” I push the now-cold scrambled eggs around on my plate to distract myself from thoughts of my sister, alone out there somewhere.
“I think I know someone who can help us find your sister.” The way he says “us” makes my heart race. I’m sure it was just a slip of the tongue, but the thought of having someone by my side gives me comfort, even if it’s not real.
“If you give me his contact information, I’ll call him and be out of your hair as soon as I can.” I sneak a peek at him through my lowered lashes, and the fierce possessiveness shining in his eyes makes me gasp.
“I said us, and I meant us.” He growls. “I’m not letting you find your sister on your own. You’re mine to protect now.” I snap my head up, our eyes locking, the air around us sizzling with something I can’t name but want to dive headfirst into.
“A-alright.” I stammer, the heat of his stare making me feel overheated.
With a nod, he breaks eye contact, stands, grabs his phone from the counter, and places a call. It doesn’t take long for the person on the other end to answer before I hear Dash reply, “Hey, True, it’s Dash. I have a job for you.”