Page 18 of Dizzy

“I ain’t lettin’ you go.”

Shivers dart down my spine.

“If you take me back there, they’ll hurt me.” I wish I was playin’ him, but the pit in my stomach says it’s the truth.

“No, they won’t. They just want to ask you some questions. They been lookin’ for you.”

I’ve watched every detective show there is, walking the floor with colicky babies. That is a line of bullshit.

“I won’t tell anyone that you let me go.” I don’t think this man would care if I tattled, but I’ll try anything. Is there a rock around here? I could bash him in the head like on TV.

“You lookin’ for something to hit me with?” He grins. Damn but he does have really white, even teeth. They come as a shock on a man as hairy and rough around the edges as him.

“Nope. I wouldn’t.”

He tightens his grip on my middle. Not so much that it hurts, but my hands fly to his forearms. They’re hard as steel. I couldn’t budge this man an inch if I tried.

“Don’t lie to me.” There’s a warning in his tone. Little zings skitter across my bare skin.

“Maybe.” Why is my voice breathless?

I recognize that this situation is deadly serious. Steel Bones knows I’ve been squatting, and I guess they’ve been hunting me down.

So why does this feel like he and I are playing a game?

I should claw at his eyes. Fight for my life.

But my pussy’s getting wet. That’s stupid, stupid, stupid.

I squirm. His grasp doesn’t give, not even a little.

“What are you gonna do to me?” My voice is a whisper. I curl my fingers around his forearms, test the skin with my nails.

It’s like yesterday in the room. Longing swirls in my belly, halfway between an itch and a craving. I don’t get this way with guys. I can see to my own needs, and I appreciate a well-made man as much as the next girl, but nothing theydomoves me much.

Except this man.

Everything he does makes my body do tricks. My tummy flips, my tits ache, my pussy throbs, tender against the seam of my shorts.

“Baby, you gotta stop lookin’ at me like that,” he growls.

“Why?” What is he going to do to me if I keep it up? My heartbeat kicks up a notch. I shouldn’t ask. I don’t want to know, right?

But I also really, really do.

There’s a shout in the distance. His gaze hardens, and suddenly, he’s all business.

“Up you go.” He pops to his feet, hauling me up after him, enveloping my hand in his huge paw. I tug. He squeezes tighter. “Come on.”

He pulls me back the way we came. When I drag my feet, he doesn’t give an inch, but he stays in the lead, blocking the sticker bushes, swinging me over fallen logs.

“When we get to the boys, you don’t say nothin’. Don’t try to run.”

The boys?

The whine of engines grows louder as we near the trail.

He stops, and I nearly slam into his back.

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