Page 24 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

Fuck.Why the hell does this tear me up? She’s not mine. Then again, she’s not Hawk’s either, and she’s down on her knees draining his cock like she belongs to everyone.

The back door swings open and she steps out into the fresh air, a coat pulled up to her neck. I’m not sure why I suggested the conversation when I did. I’m not ready to talk.

“Hey. I needed a second to get cleaned up.” Her voice is low and sweet as though she’s trying to lower my guard.

I glance toward her then away again, my jaw tight. I asked her out here. I should talk, but what the fuck is there to say? “You looked like you were having fun in there.”

She crunches over the rock path toward me and sighs as she says, “I’m sorry you saw that.”

“It was in my fucking living room, so kinda hard to miss it. I thought you were saving yourself for sale or something.”

“I am. I… we didn’t…”

For some sick reason, relief washes over me. Not because I want her for sale, but because I want her for myself.

“What did you do then?” I ask like I own her, like it’s my business, like she owes me an answer. She doesn’t… but something else catches my eye.How the hell did she get her cell phone back?

She shrugs and tightens the zipper higher as though she’s trying to make herself disappear. “I don’t know. Owen was eating me out and Hawk walked in. I… I got excited and sucked them off.”

My cock grows at the thought of her pretty little mouth wrapped around my buddies…fuck!“Is that right? Is that what they gave you your phone for? You record it for future viewing?”

Her thighs ever so slightly squeeze together. “Ha. Ha. No. I don’t have to ask permission to use my phone. It’s mine. I need to call my friend Jen.”

“Why? You’re not leaving here.”

“I promised Owen I wouldn’t leave, but I’m not playing games anymore. I’m not a prisoner.”

I don’t know why that simple fact makes me nervous. I sort of liked her as my prisoner. My cock presses against my zipper, so I turn toward the coop, trying to reorganize my thoughts as I mindlessly toss hay into the enclosure.

“I thought about you a lot while I was down there,” she says, her voice shaking as she steps toward me.

“You thought about me while you were sucking off my friends.” I laugh. “Thanks. That’s not weird or anything.”

Her eyes roll as her small hand rests on my shoulder. “It’s totally weird, I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I like you.”

I laugh under my breath and continue on with the hay, though it’s excessive at this point. “You’re full of it.”

“No,” her eyes widen as she tries turning me toward her, “I’m serious. I keep thinking about you and—”

“Stop,” I groan, turning toward her with a snarled expression, “you don’t fuckin’ think of me. Don’t say that shit.”

She unzips the coat and pulls down the hood, stepping toward me. “I do. I’ve thought of you so many times. Seriously. You’re big and stro—”

“Stop,” I growl. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? It’s the truth.” She lands her opposite hand on my shoulder and stares up at me with those big eyes I’ve been thinking about since she got here. “I don’t know what to do with all these feelings. Owen is my best friend. I’ve loved him forever. Hawk is this sweet guy that I didn’t expect to find a connection with, and you… you’re this big, rough, man’s man who’s also kind and careful. I mean, the way you stitched me up earlier, and the way you talked to me on the bed afterward. You even encouraged me to figure things out with Owen.”

“And look what good that did me.” I back away from her touch, and close the door to the chicken coop. I’m not interested in getting close to a woman only to get hurt, and this situation will most definitely end with pain.

“You’re acting like a child.” She crosses her arms over her chest and hitches her hip as though she’s upset.

“Well, you’re an actual child.”

“I’m not a child. I’m twenty-four.”

I roll my eyes. “The reason I came looking for you to talk was to tell you that your bidder paid his debt. The transfer went through this afternoon.”

“What? How much was it? Who won?”

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