Page 23 of His Captive Pet

Blake grabbed the bag from the bed of the truck and motioned for her to go inside. The door wouldn’t be locked. Devin’s crew had just been there, cleaning and filling the fridge for him. There were perks to being close friends with the owner. Even more perks when the owner’s brother was responsible for having Blake’s own cabin in the woods blown up.

“I’m not locking you up anywhere.”

He didn’t want any more arguing. Or another physical attack. Not that he couldn’t handle it. He could handle anything she threw at him, but his stomach growled, and hers was doing the same. They needed to eat and relax. Whatever came next would take energy and no doubt more fighting on her part. The woman just couldn’t play the damsel in distress part very well.

“Right.” She snorted and walked into the cabin, finding the switch on the wall and flicking the lamps to life.

He kicked the front door shut once Samuel made his way in, and then he brought the bags to the bedroom he used.

“There’s actually food here,” she called from the kitchen. The lights from the kitchen flooded into the short hallway.

“I’ll make us some sandwiches. Grilled cheese okay?” He grabbed a frying pan from a cupboard and went about getting the ingredients.

Aubree leaned against the counter beside the stove, watching him. Her jean shorts were too short. He’d noticed right away when he’d seen her at the warehouse. Her ass cheeks nearly peeked out the bottom of the cutoffs. No doubt to help her get into the fights. Contact or not, she couldn’t exactly go into those events looking like a stuffy veterinarian. She needed to look the part.

“How much did Pecadores pay you for your services?” he asked, pressing their sandwiches into the pan.

“Nothing. I volunteered.” She snagged a piece of cheese before he closed up the container.

“You volunteered.” He shook his head. “And you don’t think that might have looked a little suspicious to Jorge?”

“I told you, I never met him. I don’t know what he thought.”

“If you were around, he knew about it. People in his world don’t volunteer, they get paid for every damn thing they do. Or they’re working off some sort of debt.” He grabbed a plate from a shelf and slid the sandwich on it. “Here. Sit at the table.”

“Ooh, your dom voice is back. Is it supposed to scare me into submission? Obey you because you saw me getting a little spanking at the club?” Her sass didn’t stop her from taking the sandwich, or from sitting at the table.

He plated his own sandwich and leaned back against the counter to eat it. He liked this. Standing while she sat. Her having to look up at him, even when she tried to glare at him. The more dangerous she attempted to appear, the more tempted he became to kiss the attitude right out of her.

“You’ll obey me because it’s what’s going to keep you safe. I already told you, I don’t want your fear. And you didn’t look like a newb at the club, so I’m sure you understand that.”

“I can take care of this if you’ll let me make a call.” She popped the last bite into her mouth.

“No. You’ll just have to wait until we see what the next move is.”

“They set my house on fire, Blake. I can’t just ignore that.”

He wouldn’t expect her to. She wasn’t the sit-back-and-watch type of girl, but in this situation, she didn’t have a choice.

“I’m not asking you to ignore it. I’m telling you to give it some time before we act. You can’t just go blazing in, you have to look at the situation, assess, and then act.”

She huffed.

“Patience isn’t exactly your thing, but that’s what you need right now.” He ate the rest of his meal and put the plate in the sink. He’d wash them in the morning.

“You’re just full of ideas about what I need.” Some of the heat simmered out of her tone. Maybe she was tired, maybe she didn’t want to fight anymore. He didn’t need to analyze it, he just needed to keep her safe.

“Do you think you can manage to stay in the cabin if I don’t tie you to the bed?”

His cock reacted to the image of having her bound, stretched out before him. Even irritation didn’t keep him from wanting her.

“I’ll do what I can,” she said, but she didn’t look at him when she said it. The snark lingered, but her heart wasn’t in it. She’d had a shit day and it had finally caught up with her.

“You can use the bedroom off the kitchen. I’ll use the other one. If I have to get up to catch you, to chase you, I promise what you got in the hunting cabin will seem like love taps.”

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks blushed. Arousal or embarrassment? A mixture of both, he figured. If he had taken a minute to check, to feel her and tease her, he probably would have found her wet and wanting. But he’d handled the situation clinically. Now that it was just the two of them, quiet and alone, he regretted not taking the time to feel her.

As though she could sense his thoughts, she licked her bottom lip.

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