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Not because of her pretty brown eyes and the way looking into them makes my buried cock come to life.
The lodge comes into view. Low white building set under two streetlights.
I grab the burner phone from where it sits in the cupholder. One hand on the wheel, I text the number I’ve been given for her.
Here
Toss the phone back into the cupholder and pull in front of the building. Hop down from the truck. At the last moment, I eye the rose on the passenger seat and grab it. Shut the door.
And wait for her to come to me.
A moment later, the door opens, a gust of wind blows back her hair. She’s not seen me yet. But when she does?—
I’ll not soon forget that look in her eyes.
Makes me want to reach out and touch her face once more. Instead, I twirl the stem of the rose between my fingertips.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she reaches behind her.
I shake my head. “Don’t make me chase ye. You’ll only make it worse on yourself than it’s already gonna be.”
Breaking our gaze, she stares down at her feet and mutters a soft string of words under her breath I can’t quite make out.
I need to get her in the truck and away from here before anyone comes looking.
I stride across the gravel. She stands there waiting for me to fetch her. “Good girl,” I say. “Let’s get you in the truck.”
She shakes her head, trying to take a step back, to create some distance between us, but she just ends up bumping herself against the closed door.
“Come on.”
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“Aye.”
Her dark eyes go wider than they already were.
“But not like you’re thinking.” I lift the rose, snapping the stem above the thorn so there’s a few centimeters of smooth green stem. Just enough to reach out and tuck behind her ear, holding her hair back in the wind. I don’t stop myself from letting my fingertips trail down her soft cheek. “I’m gonna punish you. Teach you what happens to bad little girls out here. Ones who don’t do as they are told.” I grab her arm, pulling her toward the truck.
She resists, dragging her feet in the gravel. She’s not thought of calling for help yet, and I quickly warn her off.
“Don’t say a word. Or I might reconsider keeping you.”
“Keeping me?” Her harsh whispered words are filled with fear. “Was there a scenario where you were going to… dispose of me?”
“Aye. Eamon talked me out of it,” I half-lie.
Through her fear she pops out a joke. “Well, thank you to Eamon. Whoever he is.”
I almost laugh, my lips turning up in a grin.
We reach the truck. I open the driver’s door—on the American side, never did get around to switching it over—and lift her up, shoving her in.
“Don’t bother with the door. It’s locked from the outside. You’ll never get it open.” I slide in beside her, shutting the door.
I take off, kicking gravel behind me as we go. Tires need air. Probably due for oil as well. I’ll have to talk to Crank about getting a once-over on the truck this week.
I glance over at the girl. She’s got her arms crossed over her chest, hugging herself tightly. She’s mumbling something softly to herself again. “Never should have taken that walk.”
