Page 32 of Wild Cub

The night continues on with blaring music, fireworks, more rum and some whiskey, and dancing. The night is ending, and I somehow gave my keys away. I make it home, but the night ends in black and a dead sleep captures me.

The morning brings a bright as fuck sun. I don’t know what time it is, but the pounding of my head throbs full of regrets and bad decisions. Some more than others. I can hear the soft snoring of Seamus in the corner of the bed. I reach around to scratch his head, and when I do, I suddenly feel the brushing of my sheets against my breasts. Panic floods over me.

I’m naked as the day I was born. Where are my clothes and why did I decide to sleep naked? Oh god, please tell me I didn’t strip for someone. Crap, what if Sparky saw? I sit up slowly, clutching the blankets to me, draping them to give me some decency. I look away from the window as the sun punishes my eyes, and my next sight is not any better.

Fuck. My. Life.

“Good morning, Little Cub.”

Chapter 11

Jacksonsitsinthebedroom chair that I randomly found at a garage sale and loved. The smell of roasted coffee fills my nostrils. He rests his coffee cup on his thigh as he stares at me. It’s some god forsaken hour and this man looks freshly showered, casually dressed in a black tee and faded jeans, watching me like I’m prey. Either I’m about to meet my maker or I’ll be seeing starsverysoon. I’m still covered up and my stomach is already in knots. Can you be horny and hungover at the same time?

I look at Seamus; he hasn’t moved. It should concern me, but I guess Seamus trusts him.So, my dog trusts him, but I’m having troubles?The irony rings through my head. I look around for any scrap of clothing, possibly ones from last night. Suddenly, I see them. In the corner behind Jackson sits my clothes, folded and piled neatly.

“Are you going to keep my clothes hostage?” I say in my croaky morning voice. A running list of what I need to do within the next hour begins to rapid fire through my mind. One thing is shower and brush my teeth.

“I mean, you’re free to get them. Your choice.” He sips his coffee.

I smell a trap and a ploy. “If you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

I scooch towards the end of the bed, still draped in blankets. His eyes grow darker. If this is punishment, I feel like I should be concerned.

“Darlin’, I got enough of a view last night.” He places his coffee on the floor and folds his hands. In that instant, I drop the blankets and sashay over to my clothes. There’s no sense in hiding, if he’s already seen everything. I reach over to grab my clothes to high tail it to the bathroom, but before I can, I’m snatched by the waist, hands forced behind my back with one of his massive ones, legs straddling his lap. My stomach tries to hang in there, but the swift movement makes it churn. My mouth is left gaping, trying to form the words I wish I knew to say.

“Do you have anything you would like to say?” He peers into my eyes.Speak Bjorn. You’ve come this far just to piss him off. Give it to him now.

“Mm.. you smell nice?” That’s not a lie. Aside from the coffee, he smells like mint and the woods, like fresh pine with a hint of smoke. He shakes his head at my answer.

“Try. Again.” He wraps his free hand around my neck lightly. I’m trying really hard not to be turned on, but my nipples have other plans.

“Um, I’m sorry I was not nice to your men? Poor Sparky, I think I scared him,” I answer. Again, Jackson shakes his head. His hand travels down further, lightly brushing against my hard nipples. I try my hardest to steady my breathing.

“One more time. Try. Again.”

I know he wants me to apologize for my “disobedience,” but I won’t. Not because of this torturous morning, but because I don’t apologize for doing nothing wrong.

“I’m sorry that you have a stick up your ass.” Whatever is coming my way like a storm brewing, I definitely deserve. A spark of rage in his eyes sends a warning that I might need to shut up before my mouth gives me more trouble. His hand travels down around my stomach and curves to my ass, his mouth rising in a smirk. Goosebumps fall across my ass as his circles it.Smack. His hand makes contact with my flesh and the sound echoes through the room, making Seamus pop his head up.

“Seamus, out! Now!” Jackson growls at him. Seamus, the little traitor, does what he’s told with only a small bark.

“Up. On the bed, ass in the air. Now” he commands. Oh shit. Maybe I’ve overestimated him. I slide off and make my way towards the bed. I assume the position, exposing me to his gaze. I feel a slight breeze as he stalks up behind me. The bed dips as he joins me, and I swear my blood thrums faster in my veins. His hand grazes down my back, the brush of his fingertips smoothing down my spine.

“How many, Little Cub?” He circles my ass, caressing every inch of my behind. He’s waiting for an answer. Question is, how many is he expecting? I say the first number that pops into my head.

“Three.” Lord, let it be right.

“Six,” he says quickly.

“Six? You just doubled my answer,” I gasp. Honestly, I was being a brat last night, but it was necessary. I’d felt locked up in my own body for too long.

“Six. I’ll be generous and explain. You’ll learn that I care too much about you to see you hurt, but actions have consequences. Three are for the text messages you didn’t answer while you pulled that little stunt. Another for making my men chase after you, especially knowing that game is ours. Another one is for hiding from them, naughty girl. Don’t think I don’t know you did, because I do. The last one is for putting me in a state of constant worry and making me lose my temper while I was on a job.” His fingers trail along my back, making me agonize in anticipation.

“Do you understand?” he says as he readies himself. Six, I can handle.

“Yes, Alexander,” I whimper out, preparing myself for what comes next.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you after,” he whispers in my ear, automatically making me wetter than I thought possible. Sweet Jesus.

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