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“My little criminal,” I chuckle, popping the last bit of my sandwich into my mouth.
“What do you do for fun up here?” she asks, trying to change the subject. “Watch football, play video games, anything?”
“I read and work. I’m not a fan of football or any sports, to be honest.”
“I can’t believe you don’t watch football.” Her eyes shine with laughter as she eats the final bite of her sandwich. “All men love football.”
My eyes lock on her lips, watching the muscles in her neck tighten as she swallows. My cock hardens further as I’m reminded of what her face looked like as I shoved my cock down her throat. Her eyes glassy with need, tears collecting in them as she gagged slightly on my length.
“Obviously not all men,” I respond, putting my empty plate on the table, discreetly adjusting my cock in my pants.
It’s been fun pretending that the world doesn’t exist outside this room, that we were the last two people on this earth, but it’s time to come back down to reality.
“Why do you live up here all by yourself? Not that I’m complaining in the slightest,” she asks, breaking me from my thoughts.
“I’m just not a people person.” I pause for a few seconds to really think of an answer for her. “It might also have something to do with my time in the Marines. I had to share space with a bunch of filthy-ass men almost every day for twenty-plus years. I just wanted some space for myself.”
“You were a Marine?” She squints at me for a few seconds before shaking her head. “I should’ve guessed that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I recoil, slightly offended.
“Well, look at you. You’re built like a fucking MAC truck, gorgeous, and have a dominant personality. Stereotypical Marine behavior.”
“For being so young, you’re very perceptive,” I grumble as I lift her into my lap, knowing it’s time for us to discuss a more serious topic. “Are you ready to talk about your stepdad?”
I feel her entire body tense in my arms.
“We need to talk about this, sweetheart. I can’t protect you if I don’t know all the facts.”
“Do I have a choice?” Savannah squirms in my lap, trying to break free of my grasp, but I hold her in place.
I can tell she doesn’t want to talk about her situation, but there’s no way I can help her if she doesn’t tell me the truth.
“I promise I’ll protect you, but I need to know what I’m up against.”
“It’s not your job to protect me, Brooks. If something happens to you because of me…” Savannah wiggles free and stands, her chin raised in defiance. “I’m not sure anyone can protect me from Hunter and the people after him.” Her shoulders sag in defeat. “Can I shower first?”
“Sure, but don’t think you can distract me with your body so I forget we need to talk.”
She recoils in mock horror, her hand coming to her chest. “I’d never.”
“Oh, you would, and we both know it.” I slide over to her side of the bed and climb out, grabbing her bag off the floor and handing it to her. “Get some clothes while you’re at it.”
“You’re no fun.” She sticks her tongue out at me before unzipping her bag and grabbing something, then dropping it back to the floor. “Be right back.”
She turns on her heels and sashays toward my bedroom door, teasingly swaying her hips and driving me insane before disappearing through it.
“That little girl is going to be the death of me,” I groan, flopping down onto the bed before I hear a cellphone ringing.
I sit up and reach for my phone sitting on the end table, but the screen is black. I pause for a few minutes and realize the sound is coming from Savannah’s bag.
I should probably leave it alone and wait for her to come back from the shower, but I have no idea who is on the other end of the line. If it’s her stepfather, maybe we can handle this like men. I can clear everything up with him before she even gets out of the shower.
Now that I’ve decided, I reach inside her bag, finding her phone quickly. I was expecting to see it light up with someone’s number, but the screen is filled with unread text messages, one with just a number that catches my attention.
You can’t run from me, you little slut. Just hope I find you before my friends do. Either way, I’m going to get that money.
My hands tighten into fists as I fight to remain in control. This is the man that should be taking care of her, protecting her from the world, but instead he’s the cause of all her problems.
