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I stare at her, my brain short-circuiting as it struggles to come up with a coherent response. Would it be okay to respond to her with “wow, you’re beautiful?”
As I draw near, my eyes run over the way her dress fits, heart hammering in my chest as I notice how her breasts look like they’re about to spill out of the tight bodice. A strange wave of possessiveness takes over when it dawns on me that she belongs to another. She’s dressed this way for another man. Not me. Just the thought has my trigger finger twitching against nothing.
“Could you help me up? It feels weird having a conversation like this,” the girl says, her voice breaking me out of my dark thoughts.
I step forward, extending my hand for her to grab. When her fingers close against mine, my cock twitches in my pants with interest. I help her to her feet, but she trips over her dress almost immediately. Without thinking, I wrap my arm around her waist to support her.
“This damned dress,” she mutters as she places her soft hands on my bicep to steady herself.
“That’s okay, I’ve got you,” I say, looking down to meet her eyes. She smiles and nods at me, placing her hand over mine at her waist. Goosebumps erupt on my arms at her touch, her palm soft on top of my rough and callused hands.
“I’m Melissa, by the way, but you can call me Mel.”
“Mel,” I whisper, studying her. “I’m Roland. Are you here alone?” I ask, before glancing around. Doesn’t seem like there’s anyone else. There’s a chance she left them behind, but I doubt that because this property is so far from the main road.
“I am alone,” she explains, but then her face twists with mock fear. She bites her lip and looks up at me with those clear green eyes of hers. “Please tell me I stumbled into a good guy’s home. You’re not going to kill me and sell my teeth and kidneys on the dark web, are you?”
“I … I’m not?” I mutter gruffly, partly confused by her words but heavily turned on by her voice.
“That seemed unconvincing, but it’s too late now,” she shrugs. “My car ran out of gas a couple of miles up the road. I thought about hitchhiking but I’ve listened to too many podcasts for that to seem like a good idea, so I started walking, but it was so hot and this dress is so tight, but also so big, because my aunt didn’t care what I wanted and got me a huge dress anyway so I thought I was going to have to sayscrew itand go naked but that seemed like an even worse idea and I’ve been the victim of a lot of bad ideas today if you can’t tell, but then I saw your house in the distance and didn’t have to make a decision. So here I am.”
That was a lot of words. Can she hear my brain making dial up noises as I try to process what she just said? I still can’t get past her eyes, or the stray curls brushing against her neck, let alone let her words have much meaning. I live in solitude with my dogs and my livestock, so her stumbling onto my property was shock enough.
I have to start somewhere, so I say, “Bad ideas?”
“The worst,” she groans as she rolled her eyes. “And most of them weren’t even mine. My ideas have been mostly good today, actually.”
She’s trouble. I have no doubt that she is going to bring trouble to my home and yet, I can’t find it in my heart to send her away. “So where were you headed before your car ran out of gas?” I ask.
Despite the dirt and dog slobber smeared on her cheeks, I can see the way she turns pink and looks away.
“Well … I don’t know, honestly. Away?”
I can’t help raising one of my eyebrows as I study her, taking in all the expressions that cross her pretty face.
“This road, the one you were taking, leads straight into the woods. After a couple of miles, thereisno road past that,” I finally say.
Her eyes shoot to mine in horror. Her body visibly tenses against mine, and I instinctively step closer to her as my hand grips her waist tightly. It’s all I can do to keep myself from pressing her against me, to help make her feel protected and safe. I can feel my cock throb again with interest as I wonder what it would be like to have those perfect breasts pressed against me.
Fuck, she’s already got me wrapped around her little finger, this little damsel in distress.
“Are you sure? Does that mean … Does that mean I have to drive back?”
She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to, but I stop myself from saying anything. I know I can’t just keep her here, even if I wanted to. Even ifshewanted to. That would only make her think that I really am some weirdo living out in the middle of nowhere. But right now, she’s so upset. She needs someone to support her.
“I’ll help you, Melissa. It’s getting dark. You can spend the night here and I’ll take care of your car tomorrow.”
She looks up at me with trust in her eyes. I swallow back the urge to lean down and kiss her. She’s so close—so fucking close—it wouldn’t take much effort at all to lean down and take her lips with mine and taste her like I desperately want to, but I hold back. Not for me, but for her.
I don’t know what the deal is with her, or this wedding dress, or these bad ideas she mentioned. It would be reckless to give into my desires, but fuck if it’s not the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
“Are you sure it’s okay to stay?”
“It’s more than okay, sweetheart,” I say gruffly. “Tonight you can rest. Tomorrow’s a new day.”
Chapter Three
Melissa
