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Ruby
I know before I see his face that the giant man stalking through the dark toward the cabin is Hudson. What I don’t expect is the thrill I get when my asshole ex sees the giant behind him.
Hudson grabs the back of Dave's jacket and throws him up against the outside cabin wall, then glances toward me. “Do you want him here?”
I shake my head and Hudson lands his fist against Dave's jaw. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard a punch in silence before, but there’s a wet cracking sound that turns my stomach before blood flows from Dave’s lip.
I wasn’t expecting that. Then again, I wasn’t expecting any of this.
Dave glances back toward me. His teeth are bloody. “Is this who you left me for?” He glances toward Hudson. “She’s a fucking bitch. You know that, right?”
Hudson punches him in the face again. And while I shouldn’t be happy about any kind of violence, Dave kind of walked into that one.
He cups his jaw and stumbles off the porch like a wounded coyote who’s been in a fight with a bear. “You’re that fucking Alaskan, aren’t you? You’re going to pay for this shit. I promise you that. My family owns this mountain.”
Technically, Dave’s family does own this mountain. He’s the second cousin of Henry, Maddox, and Julie Baxter who really own this mountain. That said, the second they hear this story, they’ll punch him themselves. Blood means a lot up here, but so does community, and I know Henry well enough to know he wouldn’t like the way his cousin is acting.
Hudson diverts his attention to me. “I was out for a ride, and I saw him here. I—”
“Convenient.” I step away from the door and back into the kitchen, hiding behind the counter. Maybe he hasn’t seen my stomach yet. “Why are you following me?”
“Can I come in?” He stands on the threshold, waiting for permission. Why would a man who’s been following me ask permission to enter my home? Aren’t guys like this supposed to take what they want and ask forgiveness afterward?
It’s probably a mistake, but I nod.
Inside my cabin, he’s even bigger. My doorway looks too small, my chairs are like doll furniture, and the countertop height barely meets his waist.
“Why are you following me? Be honest!” I hadn’t thought over how he could bemoredangerous than Dave until right now. He did show up out of nowhere, punch out another man, and now he’s a giant towering over everything in my cabin. If I live through this, I really need to see someone about why intimidation turns me on.
He looks down at the ground and then toward me. “Can I rinse my hand off?”
I glance down at his hand. His knuckles are dry, and they’ve split open on the punch. He’s bleeding, and he’s also got Dave’s blood on his hands. I want to be a bitch and tell him to use the hose outside, but instead I nod toward the bathroom and hightail it toward the dryer to grab another hoodie to cover this stomach. I’m sure if he’d seen it, he’d have mentioned somethingby now. Besides that, I don’t need these big puffy nipples poking through my shirt.
The water runs in the bathroom for a minute, then stops before the weight of his frame creaks against the floors as he makes his way back toward me.
Why do I want him to pick me up, land me on his lap, and hold me? Why do I want to tug down his jeans and see if his cock is as big as the rest of him?
I’ve read about third trimester hormones. That must be what’s going on right now.
“So… I need an answer.” I stare at him with my eyes wide and my heart pounding. He’s so imposing.
His throat clears and he says with that rough, deep voice that only a giant could have, “I’m not following you. I told you I was out for a ride and—”
“Bullshit. Tell me what’s going on or leave.”
“Why are you hiding your pregnancy?”
“What?”I gasp. “Why would you say that?” My mouth stutters uncontrollably, “Stop. I’m not pregnant.”
He laughs. “I saw you. You’re most definitely pregnant.”
“Really? Maybe I really like taquitos. Did you think of that?”
He lowers his head toward me as though I’m insane. “Come on. If we’re being real with each other, let’s be real.”
“The only onebeing realis me. Why are you following me?”
He blows out a heavy breath and lowers his gargantuan frame down on the stool at the kitchen counter. “Following you assumes I go everywhere you go. I don’t.”
