Page 115 of Trailer Park Princess

Tank's hand stiffens on my thigh, but he doesn't let me go. Doesn't put me down. Instead, he stops walking and makes a low, rumbling sound that's…

A growl.

Yep, Tank is growling.

Protecting me.

From his own brother.

Kade's eyes narrow. He takes in my rumpled, grass-stained clothes, the fact that Tank is holding me, and considering my position, I'msurehe can see I'm not wearing any panties underneath the skirt.

We might as well be wearing a neon sign that says "we just fucked."

"Getting a little extra credit, Princess?" Kade's voice is deceptively calm, which is somehow worse than if he were yelling. "Didn't realize outdoor education was part of your fucking curriculum."

"Kade," I choke out, my mind reeling from the fact that he was just fucking texting me, and now he's here. "You said you were coming if I wasn't on the road in ten fucking minutes!"

"What can I say? I'm not a patient man. I got tired of waiting."

His lips curl back in a grin that's pure menace, but his eyes bore straight into Tank.

“And it looks like I'm not the only one.”

To Be Continued…