Page 13 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He lifts his undershirt to cover his gorgeous face, showing a twenty pack of abs. Really, I have no idea how many there are,but they’re stacked one by one on top of each other like a rippling wave of perfection.

“I’ve already seen your face.” I bite back a grin as I talk.

He groans and drops his shirt down. “Shit!Don’t look at me.”

I glance away and bite back an actual smile. This guy is kind of hot. Actually, not kind of, he’sreallyhot. He’s tall, lean, and he looks like he should be doing underwear commercials. He keeps his short black hair buzzed on the sides and his eyes shine like the brightest green I’ve ever seen. His beard is long, and his nose is Grecian looking. If I ran into this person at the grocery store, I’d forget everything I was doing and settle for a frozen pizza as I stalked him through the aisles.

He lifts the shirt again. “Fuck.”

“I’ve already seen you. You can put it down, for real.”

“You’ll forget,” he says, shaking his head.

“I’m not going to forget that face,” I say with a grin, unable to look away. “Sorry.”

“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. I’m in charge out here.” When Moose tells me he’s in charge, I believe it. When Zee says it, I don’t question it. Hawk… he’s like the least convincing of the three.

“I’m not trying to get myself anywhere. I’m serious. I’m not going to forget your face. You’re hot as fuck.”

Maybe I shouldn’t say that. Maybe I should tell him his face is forgettable, so he’ll move on and not feel the urge to murder me and toss me off the mountain. Hot guys can be murderers too. I mean, this one kidnapped me.

“Seriously,” I continue, “why don’t you have a ring on your finger? Or maybe you do, and you just take it off to fuck virgins. That begs the question, why me? I mean,” I scan his perfect body up then down again, “you could have your pick of virgins… and anyone else you wanted.”

He shakes his head and bites the inside of his cheek before linking into my hand as though we’re off for a romantic walk through the woods. “I don’t want my pick of virgins. That’s not what this is about.”

“Okay then, what’s this about?” I stop beneath a pine tree and stare up at the man in front of me. It’s different to see his whole face, to watch his expressions, to feel what he’s feeling.

“I told you. It’s for Zee to tell.”

“Is he the mastermind or something?”

Hawk shakes his head and walks forward, taking me with him. “Why don’t we talk about something else.”

I roll my eyes and refocus on the world around me, gathering my center from the trees. “Okay… what do you do for work?”

“I’m a writer.”

“A writer. So, is this some kind of research? Did you have to kidnap a woman so you knew exactly how she’d react for your story?”

He laughs. “No. That’s a level of dedication to the craft I haven’t found yet. Maybe I should, though. Next story for sure.”

“Or,” I step over the root of a tree protruding out of the ground, “you could add it into this book. What genre do you write?”

“Science fiction. I’m working through this story where a guy can travel through dimensions and he uses it to live multiple lives all at once. The conflict comes up when, through a bit of happenstance, a woman he’s been seeing ends up in the wrong dimension and sees how she impacts the world with her choices. There’s an allegory throughout the story that parallels the main character’s infinite quest for knowledge while trying to find perfection in the every day.” He looks away and shrugs. “At least that’s what it’s supposed to be. Currently, I’ve spentdaystrying to gauge how much sex you need in ascience fictionbook to getanyone to read it.” He chuckles a little at his own joke, and his smile under this light has me short of breath.

I stare up at Hawk, trying to figure how this man gets a body like he has if he’s in front of the computer all day. Clearly, he makes time for the gym. “So, is it a faux pas if I ask the author how this girl got to the other dimension? Let me guess, magic cock.”

He shakes his head and brushes his hand down over his beard as though he’s thinking over my question. “You know, that would solve everything, wouldn’t it? Honestly, I’m not quite sure yet. I typically focus on the feelings of the characters and the rest of the book usually writes itself. The events in the book are important, but they’re driven by what you want the reader to feel as they go.”

“Sounds deep. Maybe I’m in another dimension, working on my self-discovery.”

He laughs. “Oh really? Have you found balance with your existence yet?”

I drag in a deep breath of pine and cedar. “Well, I’ve learned how desperately far I’ll go to get out of a shitty situation.”

“Oh, so you went the magic cock route.”

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