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Brock
I hadn’t realized how much I truly missed another voice until hearing Jessie over the phone. Husky and sexy, hell, even the pissy, short responses stiffened my d**k.
But my need to prove myself to her beat out the need to j******f, so I focused on healing up.
Upon realizing who I was all those weeks ago, she’d muttered I wasn’t fit for her wilderness, and her claiming her land couldn’t be bought…
As the smartest living being in my wilderness, I ought to dominate. Fear had become my weakness, and Griz fed it like a spring, cold and biting from the dark recesses beneath the earth’s surface.
He’d brought out a vulnerability in me I hated. A constitution of the mind I refused to accept as permanent. Fear—and I refused to be a chickenshit again.
Although I still hobbled a bit, m
