Page 16 of Prey for You

She sighed, but I was still holding her. I stroked the underside of her chin with my forefinger, teasing that sensitive skin.

“Fine,”she breathed a moment later. “I suppose you’re worth it.”

The words unexpectedly struck something deep in my chest. I went still, holding her by the throat—her life in my hands, her flesh pressed against mine, and I drank in the sight of her.

“Am I?” I rasped.

Bridget’s brows pinched to draw a V in her brow. “What? Sam, why would you even ask that?”

Because I wonder if you just wanted Cain, and I’m only the consolation prize.

“Nothing. I just… I’m so glad you’re here and I don’t want anything to steal this from us,” I said honestly.

She smiled and arched again, leaning back, this time much harder, rubbing herself against me.

I tightened my grip on her throat a hair, and gave her the half smile she loved so much.

“I’m game babe,” I said, stroking my other hand up her body to cup her breast. “But only if you promise me we’re going to do more than just sit in here and eat and have sex.”

She looked smug. “You sure? That sounds like an awesome honeymoon to me.”

I growled and used my grip on her throat to pull her back against me,hard.

“Yes, I’m sure. We’re making memories, remember?”

Her smile became wicked. “Really, these are the only kind of memories I need.”

I snorted. “You’ll have plenty. But we need others, too.”

“But—”

I closed that grip on her throat, cutting off the word. Her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed. She followed my progress with her eyes as I leaned down over her, still holding her gaze in the mirror as I let my cheek rest against hers and smiled Cain’s smile and used the deep, gruff voice that masked my own. “Think about it, Bridget: If you don’t leave the room, how am I supposed to hunt you?”

As I suspected, she liked that.

She liked thata lot.

5. Hide and Seek

SOUNDTRACK:Scream My Nameby Thomas LaRosa

~ BRIDGET ~

I’d just finished blow drying my hair and walked out into the room to get dressed when Sam passed me on his way to the shower.

We were both still naked and had spent most of the afternoon sleeping and laying around. Sam watched videos on YouTube of guys who go stealth camping with weird tents their viewers send them, while I played on my phone—location off, as usual, thank God—and organized a date for tonight since everything that wasn’t cash had to be paid for on my cards since I was the only one who was allowed to be outside of Oregon right now.

The show was calledLe Désir.Some kind of adult version of Cirque du Soleil. I was looking forward to it.

“I’ll be ten minutes,” he murmured, stroking a hand up my body and leaning down to give me a quick kiss as he passed, but he didn’t slow.

I turned to watch him walk away, that tight ass beckoning me. But it was the way his back muscles did delicious things when he cranked an arm up to run a hand through his hair that made my stomach trill.

I smiled and considered wrapping my hair in a towel to join him in the shower. But I didn’t want to take the edge off. Sam knew we were going to seea circus, but he didn’t know that it was ratedmature. No minors allowed—and not just because they served alcohol.

The theater was new and relatively small by Vegas standards. But to be safe, I’d gotten us one of the private boxes high up so we wouldn’t have to worry about people seeing our faces. Then we would head to a restaurant that offered private dining rooms for couples. I was pretty sure by the careful wording on the website that was because there was more than food on the menu if you wanted it. But I’d wanted the chance to be out with Sam without him getting that haunted look in his eyes.

We wouldn’t need to order sex workers. I was sure we could find a way to enjoy each other for dessert. That was my plan, anyway.

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