room and I realized I had slept through the night.
To my left was a wooden dresser a few feet away against the wall with a mirror above it.
There was another bed underneath the window, low to the floor like this one. I wondered if the
twins shared this room. On the adjacent wall, there was a desk and chair with an overhead lamp.
I saw photographs stuck to the wall above the desk. A thin bookcase was next to the desk with
books and papers crammed into every shelf. A large world map was on the wall next to it.
To my right was a nightstand with a lamp on top that was missing a shade. There was a
calendar on the wall, a few inches from the light switch, with black 'X's marked on it. I wondered
if I was inside one of the trailers or if Sheriff Gray owned a house.
I had to use the bathroom, but when I tried to move, my body protested with horrible
pain. I decided to call for help, but once again, my throat was dry and I could only whisper.
"Help. Somebody help me." It didn't take long for me to get frustrated, but I continued to
call out. Finally, the volume of my voice increased. "Help me! Please!" Every time I lifted my head, it would fall back onto the pillow. I struggled with the blankets and squirmed on the bed.
My body refused to cooperate and sit up. "Is anyone here? Please help me!"
Within seconds, the door burst open and Riley ran into the room. My eyes nearly bulged
as I gaped at him. His eyes were the same size as mine, looking at me with concern. My mouth
moved like a fish out of water while my gaze roamed up and down his body. Then he seemed to
become aware of his nudity because he looked down at himself and then back at me. Without a
word, he ran out of the room.
The look of shock remained frozen on my face. I couldn't believe I saw him naked. His
cock was a remarkable sight. It was uncut, long, thick, and hung straight. I wondered how many
women were lucky enough to experience it in action.
The door was still open and he walked swiftly back into the room...this time wearing the
black boxers he wore last night. With a sheepish grin, he ran a hand through his messy hair.
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"Sorry about that."
At that moment, I realized I needed to close my mouth. "It's okay," I croaked.
"What's wrong? I heard you call for help."
I squirmed again. "Um, yeah...I need to get up." I tried to sit up but pain shot through my
back and I groaned.
Riley reached out and put his warm hands on my shoulders. "Oi, don't move," he said
gently.
Our gazes locked, and for the first time I noticed his eyes were the same color as his
father's, but I found his more appealing. A girl could get lost in them. His eyes scanned my face,
but when he licked his lips, my breath caught. He had nice full lips and a sexy brown mole on the
left corner of his upper lip.
Suddenly I became uncomfortable with our close proximity. I knew my breath smelled
rank and my face probably looked terrible. Riley noticed my reaction and removed his hands.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I mumbled, not making eye contact.
"I'll help you."
I glanced at him and he reached toward me again. His hand stilled before it touched me,
his eyes asking for permission. I gave him a small nod, and he slowly removed the layers of
blankets until only one remained.
I attempted to swing my legs over the side of the bed because I thought he was going to
help me stand. Instead, he gently lifted me into his arms.
I yelped in surprise. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Don’t worry, I got you."
He walked toward the door and my arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Riley’s
physique resembled an Olympic swimmer, but he didn't look strong enough to carry me. I wasn't
overweight, but I wasn't a waif either.
"Riley, you're going to hurt yourself. You can't carry me."
His gaze met mine and he grinned. "But I am carrying you."
By the look on his face, he didn't
To my left was a wooden dresser a few feet away against the wall with a mirror above it.
There was another bed underneath the window, low to the floor like this one. I wondered if the
twins shared this room. On the adjacent wall, there was a desk and chair with an overhead lamp.
I saw photographs stuck to the wall above the desk. A thin bookcase was next to the desk with
books and papers crammed into every shelf. A large world map was on the wall next to it.
To my right was a nightstand with a lamp on top that was missing a shade. There was a
calendar on the wall, a few inches from the light switch, with black 'X's marked on it. I wondered
if I was inside one of the trailers or if Sheriff Gray owned a house.
I had to use the bathroom, but when I tried to move, my body protested with horrible
pain. I decided to call for help, but once again, my throat was dry and I could only whisper.
"Help. Somebody help me." It didn't take long for me to get frustrated, but I continued to
call out. Finally, the volume of my voice increased. "Help me! Please!" Every time I lifted my head, it would fall back onto the pillow. I struggled with the blankets and squirmed on the bed.
My body refused to cooperate and sit up. "Is anyone here? Please help me!"
Within seconds, the door burst open and Riley ran into the room. My eyes nearly bulged
as I gaped at him. His eyes were the same size as mine, looking at me with concern. My mouth
moved like a fish out of water while my gaze roamed up and down his body. Then he seemed to
become aware of his nudity because he looked down at himself and then back at me. Without a
word, he ran out of the room.
The look of shock remained frozen on my face. I couldn't believe I saw him naked. His
cock was a remarkable sight. It was uncut, long, thick, and hung straight. I wondered how many
women were lucky enough to experience it in action.
The door was still open and he walked swiftly back into the room...this time wearing the
black boxers he wore last night. With a sheepish grin, he ran a hand through his messy hair.
Copyright © 2011 April Bostic
T H E H O W L I N G H E A R T
A p r i l B o s t i c P a g e | 42
"Sorry about that."
At that moment, I realized I needed to close my mouth. "It's okay," I croaked.
"What's wrong? I heard you call for help."
I squirmed again. "Um, yeah...I need to get up." I tried to sit up but pain shot through my
back and I groaned.
Riley reached out and put his warm hands on my shoulders. "Oi, don't move," he said
gently.
Our gazes locked, and for the first time I noticed his eyes were the same color as his
father's, but I found his more appealing. A girl could get lost in them. His eyes scanned my face,
but when he licked his lips, my breath caught. He had nice full lips and a sexy brown mole on the
left corner of his upper lip.
Suddenly I became uncomfortable with our close proximity. I knew my breath smelled
rank and my face probably looked terrible. Riley noticed my reaction and removed his hands.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I mumbled, not making eye contact.
"I'll help you."
I glanced at him and he reached toward me again. His hand stilled before it touched me,
his eyes asking for permission. I gave him a small nod, and he slowly removed the layers of
blankets until only one remained.
I attempted to swing my legs over the side of the bed because I thought he was going to
help me stand. Instead, he gently lifted me into his arms.
I yelped in surprise. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Don’t worry, I got you."
He walked toward the door and my arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Riley’s
physique resembled an Olympic swimmer, but he didn't look strong enough to carry me. I wasn't
overweight, but I wasn't a waif either.
"Riley, you're going to hurt yourself. You can't carry me."
His gaze met mine and he grinned. "But I am carrying you."
By the look on his face, he didn't
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