The Witch, the Wolf and the Snowstorm: (Book 6, Grey Wolf Pack Romance Novellas) Read Online Free Page B

was lifted from the bed.  Gentle footsteps retreated to the bathroom, the sound of the humming bathroom light and of Greg gargling were slightly muffled.  She listened as the light was clicked off and once again the bed dipped as he spread himself over it.  She felt the heat of his body inches from hers.
    Within a few minutes his rhythmic snore s reverberated throughout the small room.  She blinked open, watching his chest rise and fall for a few seconds. 
    She shouldn’t have pretended to be asleep, but part of her was kind of worried that Greg might have wanted sex.  As guilty as she felt about it she was riled up thinking about Don.  She didn’t want to have sex with Greg whilst thinking about another man.  That was way too icky .  Thinking about Michael Fassbender was one thing, he was a movie star and therefore unattainable.  But thinking about a living, breathing man from the same town as them... that wasn’t right.
    Gingerly she sat up and snapped the reading lamp on.  Greg didn’t stir.  She put her glasses back on and reached for her new book.  Tonight wouldn’t be a total waste .
    *
    Kayleigh wiped the sweat off her brow.  The horse she was grooming, Lucky, whinnied and she patted him on the rump.  She was wearing a white cotton dress and her hair was in pigtails.
    It had been a long day working on her uncle’s ranch.  Her uncle had taken her in after her own parents were taken with influenza.  His own wife had died in childbirth and he was alone in the world.
    Over the years she had worked hard on the ranch, each month they scrimped and saved to earn enough money to pay the rent for the land.   In a fit of drunken despair he had lost the ranch and land to his neighbour in a poker game.
    Kayleigh tried to persuade her uncle to give up the land and leave, but he would not have it.  His dead wife had loved this land and was buried here, he would never leave her.  So each month they were left working their fingers to the bones to make ends meet.
    She dropped the brush to the floor .  Bending down to pick it up she started as she heard a loud whistle behind her.  She spun round to find her neighbour and landlord Don Cross observing her.
    She blushed furiously.  “What are you doing here?  The rent isn’t due for another three days.”
    He leaned against the door jamb nonchalantly, feet and arms crossed.  His stetson was pulled low over his face, his crystal blue eyes regarding her hungrily under dark brows.  His suit was molded to his body, thickly muscled from years of hard work.
    “I ain’t here for the rent Miss Kayleigh.”  He drawled.  His piercing eyes took a slow tour of her body, taking in every detail.
    She shivered involuntarily and her nipples hardened.  She crossed her arms over her chest.
    “What do you want?”  She asked breathily.
    She hadn’ t been alone with him since the town’s hoe down four weeks ago.  She’d had an argument with the boy she was promised to, Gregory.  Don had found her crying.  He had cornered her and swept her up into an overwhelming kiss.  He had told her she was beautiful and how he dreamt of her.
    She had run away, terrified of the feelings he had awakened in her.  She had never felt sexual desire before and the hunger blossoming within was overpowering.
    Since then she had seen him a few time s, he had made excuses to drop by her uncle’s house.  He had gazed at her longingly, and his hand had lingered over hers as they shook.  The warmth of his touch sent tingles throughout her.
    Now alone with him once again , she didn’t trust her mind or her heart.
    “I came for you Miss Kayleigh.”
    His words were possessive, and said with such force she felt a frisson of fear at the powerful man stood before her.
    “I want you Miss Kayleigh, I want you to be mine.  Come live with me and I’ll give your uncle his lease back.”
    “What are you talking about?”  She asked hesitantly before flashing to outrage.  “Are you trying