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“You’ve g-g-got to be k-kidding me.” Damnit, my stutter was back. “T-t-take me back now, please.”
“Come on, you know you want it,” he said, unzipping his pants. “Suck me off now, and when we get to my place, I’ll let you come.”
I reached into my pocket for my phone, but it fell out of my shaking hand and clattered to the floor of the car, stuck between the seat and the gear shift. I half-leaned over to retrieve it, but that brought my head closer to his crotch, so I let it go.
“Come on, baby, don’t tease.” He paused, and made what he might have thought was a sexy face. It looked like he was constipated. “What is it? You need me to take charge? You like to be called a little slut? I bet you’re kinky as fuck behind those sweet eyes.”
“What?” I blinked as he whipped out his… Well, he didn’t whip much out. It looked like a stumpy, pale mushroom. “W-why are you acting this way?”
“Jeez, drop the innocent act. You got me all worked up.” He started jacking his cock, using two fingers.
I had the door open and was out of the car before he could finish the sentence, but not before he could come, judging by the noises he was making.
Leaving the club with him had been stupid. But getting out of the car, at least a mile out of the city, in the dark, in the snow, with no streetlights, and—after he revved the motor and sped off—no phone either? That redefined stupid.
But I knew what to do. I grabbed my necklace and pinched the heart-shaped pendant as hard as I could. All I had to do now was not stumble into a snowbank, or a half-frozen stream. Pretty much just not die, and I’d be fine.
Well, fine until my bodyguard caught up with me. I was going to be in so much trouble then.
Chapter 4
Donovan
Rufus answered his phone on the first ring. “Where is she?”
“Chill, Monk. She found a sweet, weak-ass little beta guy and is back at the hotel by now?—”
“You’re not with her? You didn’t fucking follow her?”
“The girls got his information and ran it. He’s a junior at Colorado State and has no priors.”
As he spoke, I stormed back out of the club and headed for the Hummer. “Priors don’t mean shit. There’s a first time for everything.” There was about to be a first time for me to kill a beta punk, if he touched her. “Those sisters of hers bullied her into this.”
“Donovan, you’re acting like a boyfriend, not a bodyguard. Do I need to talk to Mr. Halder about reassigning you?”
The little shit was acting like he’d had this job forever. He’d been hired three months before me, and I’d gotten the impression from a recent conversation with our boss, Storm Halder, that when Bobby returned from vacation, I would be offered Rufus’s spot. His lackadaisical attitude had been noted, even if he pretended he was a pro.
I forced myself to answer calmly. “I’m protecting her.”
“She’s allowed to have a life. She’s allowed to have sex.” I went silent, knowing what he said was true. But hating it. “Stop worrying, Dad. She promised to be back in the room by midnight. She’s got her phone.”
“Call me Dad again and I’ll feed you your own teeth like popcorn, you little fuck.”
I hung up as Rufus started swearing. Finally reaching the Hummer, I slid into the leather seat and started the engine. The girls all had tracker jewelry, but they’d talked their brother into making it only sound the alarms when either he or they activated them.
It was all I could do not to call Nicholas Paxson right then and tell him it was an emergency, but I knew I was overreacting.
She was fine. She was too young for me, but not too young for… for sex. Rufus had reminded me that I wasn’t her boyfriend, or her dad. I had no right to tell her what she could or couldn’t do.
But fuck, I wished I did.
I heard the steering wheel crackle under my grip, but then I heard something far more terrifying. My cell phone buzzed with a triple-tone alarm that could only come from one person.
My Valentine.
I had the app open and her position verified in seconds, and was on my way to the edge of town, making a mental list of who I was going to kill—the beta fuck and Rufus were at the top—as my focus narrowed on finding and protecting my omega.
If the GPS hadn’t marked precisely where she was, I would have driven right past. She was huddled against a snowbank that indicated a deserted, dark rest stop. I hit the brakes and turned on the hazard lights, leaving the engine running as I raced to her side.
