Page 12 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

“Thanks,” I say, spreading the clothes out onto the bed. The sensible part of me knows I should ask him to leave. The part of me that’s trying to get him all hot and bothered, takes off the T-shirt and stands in the cold room, taking my time with the dress as though it’s normal to put your tits on parade.Lately, it has been.

Hawk stares like a deer in headlights, his eyes widening as the seconds pass. I’m not sure why this gets me off the way it does, but when I’m naked in front of these guys, there’s a control I seem to have that I’m enjoying the hell out of.

“Damn.”

I shrug, slowly lifting the dress, dragging it down over my hard nipples and thick hips before sliding the fresh panties into place. “What?”

Everything fits perfectly, hugging my curves, cupping my breasts. I don’t think I could’ve found a better fitting dress ifI were shopping for myself. Hell, I know I couldn’t have. I’ve tried. I usually spend hours scrolling through Amazon reading reviews, doing measurements, and lamenting, only to order something that looks like a potato sack or turns my shape into a busted can of biscuits. The same thing happens in the store, but the delusions I tell myself wear off much faster when the dressing room is conveniently located.

“You’re just… you’re doing this on purpose.” He stands and turns around, readjusting his junk as he moves. “You need to stop. Everyone is onto you.”

I roll my eyes. I guess I did come on a little strong with Moose. I mean, I was sucking him off ten minutes into our‘dinner.’In my defense, the guy didn’t have a lot to say. “I’m just getting dressed.”

“Right.” Hawk grins and turns toward the door. “Bundle up. It’s a cold one today. You’re gonna need that sweater.”

His comment on the weather has me thinking about my ambivalent walk to work every morning. I never thought I’d miss the sun and rain of Spring so much.

We walk through the house and cut through a space to the left of the bedroom where a door to the outside world waits. It’s not like I’ve been trapped all that long but seeing the bright, natural light is startling.

I squint my eyes and step out into the fresh, cool air, breathing in the sweet smell of timothy hay as a gate squeaks in the distance. Hawk hasn’t put my blindfold on yet, but I’m not going to remind him. I’m going to soak up every detail I can.

A large gray barn, chickens clucking in the nearby grass, the soft tickle of weeds against my ankle. The overcast but blue sky, corn sprouting in a field, a dark green tractor sat at the edge of a dirt pile. It’s adorable and quaint. It’s a place I’d love to get lost in. That said, the beauty of the rolling hills dampens almostimmediately as Hawk squeezes the soft, black blindfold over my eyes.

“Sorry. If the guys see you with no scarf, they’ll lose it.”

I nod slowly and drag in a heavy breath, homing in on the crow that mocks me in the distance. I should have kicked this dude in the balls and run. I should’ve done something! I should have done anything but stand there like a good girl and let him blindfold me again!

Fuck!

“Moose said his farm is pretty big. Is he out working today?” I talk as Hawk grips my arm, trudging me out into the field toward what I’m guessing is the trail in the woods. I got a brief glimpse of it when the blindfold was off.

“Gotta keep things runnin’ constantly. He’s got a few sheep to sheer and a load of chores to get done by dinner.”

“Is that where is Zee is too? Work?”

Hawk grips my arm tighter. The ground is softer over here and I don’t like the way my feet sink into the mud, so I step more widely with an exaggerated hopping motion.

“What on Earth are you doing?” Hawk groans, trying to hold me tight.

“I don’t like the smoosh. The ground is doing the smoosh thing. I can’t see and it’s freaking me out.”

He groans low under his breath, and in a second, I’m sailing on his shoulders as though I weigh nothing at all. Most girls probably wouldn’t bat an eye to this, but I’ve never been lifted so easily in my life. “We’re almost there.”

A soft breeze sends a chill down my spine as I hold his thick shoulders tight and fly to whatever place we’re going to. I wonder how Hawk got wrapped into this. He seems so sweet, so careful with where he lands his hands on my thighs, so soft-spoken. I can’t imagine him ever being the type that wouldwant to kidnap someone. Moose, though,I’d believe that in a heartbeat.

“There we go.” He steps up onto higher ground and lets me down slowly, standing behind me as he pushes my mask up with his big hands. “I present… the woods.” I’m surrounded by tall trees that seemingly brush the sky and a specific scent of pine I’ve grown familiar to. It’s not like other forests or the kind of pine smell you get off of a parking lot Christmas tree. This is rich and warm, deeply mingled with the scent of damp earth and wood.

Squirrels chatter and scramble between a row of berry bushes and a few birch trees whose bark is peeling in long white curls. A blue bird sits alongside them, picking red berries, and I wonder if she can tell that I’m in distress.

I’ve always loved the forest. It’s my favorite place to get lost and recharge. A sanctuary to go to when I need clarity. I’ve never been a people person, but losing myself amongst the life of a buzzing woodland is everything. I’m really glad Hawk brought me here.

He brushes his hands up and down my arms, as though he’s warming me. “I figure we’ll go for a little hike. You sure you’re going to be warm enough? You can wear my flannel if you want.”

I twist back to him and smile. “You know you’re like the nicest kidnapper ev—” I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. “Your…your mask!”

His brows wrinkle. “What about it?”

“It’s not on. I see your face.” His heavy brows narrow, and he leans forward with regret, searching his pockets for the ski mask he’d been wearing earlier.

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