Falling For You (Love In All Seasons #2) - Frankie Love Page 0,29

wonder, her dark hair hinting at another, less innocent side of her. A side I get hard just thinking about.

And when I showed up at that bar, I still didn’t know what I would end up doing to keep Justine safe.

But then I saw Luther come in with that smug grin on his face. And I knew what I needed to do.

I didn’t want to beat him at his own game, no.

I wanted to fucking ruin his game.

Justine keeps banging on the partition, but I know if I slow down, the odds of us getting away unscathed are slimmer than hell. I grabbed this limo at a gas station while the dumbass driver was in the men’s room.

But I know police cars will be cruising around looking for Justine. And with all the press at the convention center, I know if I want to get out of here with Justine, in one piece, I need to accelerate like a madman and get this woman to my cabin.

Although, it would be a hell of a lot easier to get where I wanna go in my truck. This shitty low ride limo isn’t exactly made for Alaskan highways.

Not that I thought any of this through. I had one goal in mind when I stole this limo and decided to kidnap her.

Keeping her safe. Keeping her body from the hands of a monster.

“Open the window,” Justine screams.

I tighten my jaw and keep my eyes on the road. I’d be lying if I said her voice, all riled up, didn’t cause me some doubt; but I kidnapped Justine to save her from Luther.

So, I let her raise a ruckus in the back seat.

It’s for her own good, and once I explain, I know she’ll agree with me.

A few hours later, I pull into my driveway, relieved as fuck that we got here in one piece. When we left Anchorage, the night sky was clear, but a thick fog blankets everything now, and I’m glad to park the limo in my garage which is big enough for my boats.

I’m anxious to get inside. It’s late and I’m starved. And thankfully, Justine has stopped her hysterics.

That is until I open her car door. I lean into the car. She claws at me, hollering like a fool, but I grab her wrists quickly, telling her to follow me.

“Why are you doing this?” she screams. “Let go of me.”

She’s wearing a tight little dress; one that shows off all her assets, which makes sense since she was selling her body earlier tonight. And damn, as she wriggles around, squirming as I pull her from the car, the dress bunches up high on her thighs, her long legs tempting me. Her strapless dress is pushed extra low, and her gorgeous tits are practically begging me to lick them.

Damn, when I saw her on television, I knew this woman was hot as fuck, but now that I’m holding her in my arms I know she is certifiably divine.

She punches me, her fists meeting my rock hard chest.

“Let me go,” she yells as I pick her up, tossing her over my shoulder. This woman is wild, and I don’t need her running through the Alaskan wilderness late at night. She’ll get lost, or worse. There are bears and coyotes out here. And I brought her here to keep her safe. Not to have her hunted down by a pack of wolves.

Holding her over my shoulder, her ass is so damn close and I’m tempted as hell to give her a little smack. Her booty is round and meant to be touched. The idea that no one has tapped that ass before gets me hard as hell.

But I restrain myself and instead, I carry her through the downpour to my cabin, unlocking my front door, and dead-bolting the door behind me.

Setting her down, I hold onto her shoulders and look straight into her dark brown eyes. “You try to run, you’ll die out there. We are two hours from civilization. My nearest neighbor is thirty miles away. Do you understand?”

And that’s when I see it isn’t anger flaring up behind her eyes, but fear. Tears well up, and I realize she may be a beautiful woman but she’s still fragile, lost, and was just kidnapped by a man she doesn’t know.

She’s with me—a stranger, and she’s a long, long way from home.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asks, her voice shaky.

My jaw tenses, her words are so fucking vulnerable, that