Page 67 of Red Captive

“Me, too.” Jen smiles.

He squeezes her hand. “I can’t believe how quickly time has flown by. Are you sure you have to go already? That you can’t stay a little longer?”

We’ve been here for hours and fucking hours. Enough already.

Jen nods. “I’m afraid I have to go. I’m sorry.” She looks like she means it, like she wishes she could stay. “It’s getting dark,and some of the staff need to get home to their families. If it were up to me…” She chews on her lip.

The male’s eyes move to her mouth. I don’t blame him for looking. Her lips are pink and lush. Jen is beautiful. Her mouth is one of my favorite things about her. I immediately think of her gasping for air when my fingers hit her G-spot. Of her mouth falling open as she came all over my hand. So fucking pretty.

Mine!

My dragon has decided that he wants her, but he can go to hell. I’m the one in charge. Not him! Dragons have no grasp of reality. Of what is possible and of what is not.

“I get it. I understand,” Logan says. “One thing before you go…”

“What is that?”

I roll my eyes. He’s going to kiss her. He’d better not kiss her. Not a fuck!

“Would it be okay if…?” He pulls on her hand, bringing her closer so that there is barely any space between them. “If I kissed you?” He’s looking at her mouth again and moving in.

“No.” I step forward. “No kissing is permitted, by order of the general,” I say, lying through my teeth. I immediately expect Logan to call me out on my bullshit, but he doesn’t.

“Oh!” His eyes widen for a moment. “I didn’t realize. He didn’t mention it…but yes, shit! Of course. I should have known.”

“Thank you for an amazing afternoon.” Jen stands up on her tippy toes and kisses Logan on the cheek.

My dragon gets restless. The bastard has been rearing his ugly head often since we saved Jen from the duke. He’s all kinds of possessive and protective. I wish he would stop already.

“I really hope I’ll see you again very soon,” the male says, making puppy dog eyes at Jen.

“You will.”

“I hope you pick me, Jen. We could have an amazing life together.” I’m pretty sure if he was in dragon form, his tail would be wagging, and he’d be drooling. “I know you have more candidates to meet. I’m not the wealthiest or the most powerful, but I would cherish you for all the rest of your days.”

I have to look away. It’s far too sappy. The male needs to grow a pair.

They say their goodbyes – at long fucking last – and we go to the vehicle. Logan trails behind us, staying ten feet back.

“Miss Harris,” I say, opening the door for her.

“Thank you, Steel.” She gets in.

We soon pull away. Jen waves at Logan. He walks behind our vehicle, waving like a complete asshole.

“He’s nice,” Jen says.

I grunt.

“You don’t think so?”

“It isn’t up to me, so what do you care what I think?” I practically bark at her.

“I value your opinion.”

“Well, then…” I rub my chin. “In that case, I think he’s… Actually, do you know what? Nice is a good word to describe him. That and soft…seriously fucking soft.” I’m being an asshole, but I can’t seem to help it.

“Logan isn’t soft. What’s soft about him?”

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