“Damn, I think I’d like that. Tell me, Katie, would you be a good little slave or would I need to punish you?”
“If ‘good’ means biting your dick off and leaving you in a pool of blood, sure,” I return. I could almost grin at the way he rubs his cock.
“You’re a vicious woman, sweetness.”
He really has no idea. He’s not prepared for the thoughts running through my head. I’d hate to do it, really, but I’m desperate. I’ll feel bad for him after it’s done. First, I’m going to eat. Fucker took all my stuff and I can’t get it from the back of the jeep when I make my break. If I did that, he’d catch me again. No. Whatever I do, I have to do fucking quick. I’m going to eat because who the hell knows when I’ll get food again. Probably not until I meet up with Bethie, and that could be a while. I really am surprised that he’s leaving me out of the handcuffs. But then, he has no idea I’ve made a living out of escaping from men who have held me prisoner. He’s pretty, but it’s sad; he might not be as smart as I’d given him credit for. Maybe all his brains are in his massive dick. My insides quiver at the thought of his cock. I’d never tell him because he’s an ass and, on top of that, his ego can’t take much more inflating. The truth is, I wanted to throw myself at him last night. Even now as I plan my escape, I’m dying to be with him just one last time. He’s so damn addictive. I wanted to scream when he talked about finding my replacement tonight. Fuck him. That, right there, is why I never needed a man. I will not fall into the same rabbit hole that my sister did. I can see just how well that worked out for her.
We sit down at one of the booths. A waitress comes by, instantly flirting with Torch. Like his ego needs that boost. He’s eating it up like a kid diving into the birthday cake. I hide behind the menu and roll my eyes. He keeps looking at me, so I know he’s trying to see if it bothers me. Why should it bother me that some woman’s flirting with him like a bitch in heat? I mean, could she get any more obvious?
“Looks like you’ve found my replacement for the night,” I tell him when she leaves after taking our order. I busy myself with arranging my silverware and putting the laminated menu back in the holder, refusing to look at him.
“Jealous, sweetness? All you have to do is say the word.”
“What word would that be? Male whore? Oh wait, that’s two words.”
He leans into the table. I can’t stop my eyes from locking onto his green ones. He really is like a giant man-child and I would love to get caught up in this happy enthusiasm that he has bundled up inside of him. I think it’s what drew me to him in the first place.
“I didn’t see you complaining about me when you were opening your legs and begging me inside,” he says, and his voice changes. He’s not happy-go-lucky right now, not even a little bit. Now, he’s pissed. His eyes sparkle, but there’s anger in them.
Gee. Did I hit a sore spot? He can go fuck himself if he thinks I’ll apologize. I shrug. That’s the only response he gets. I ignore the part of me that wants to apologize and laugh again. That part is what got me in this mess. I need to get back to Beth, not get caught up trying to… shit, I’m not even sure what I’d be trying to do. Torch was a one-night stand. A bad decision. A really bad decision, that’s all he is and all he will ever be.
My mind’s made up. We finish eating our meal in silence.
“If you keep giving that fucking trucker those looks, I’m going to tan your hide, Katie,” I warn her after she smiles at the trucker in question for like the hundredth time. She’s clearly offering him a taste of her honey and the fucker is all set to take her up on that. I may have to kill the asshole before it’s done.
She looks at me innocently. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play stupid. You know what the fuck you’re doing and it’s not going to work.”
“Maybe I’m just finding my good time tonight, since you’re planning one already.”
“That’s not going to happen. I told you, the only dick you have on the menu for the foreseeable future is mine. So if you need cock, you tell me. Other than that, you’re in for a bit of a dry spell.”
“That’s not hardly fair, is it?”
I lean into her because I like that her eyes are on me. I enjoy that I’m the fucker who holds her attention. Most of all, I like that she’s not looking at that hairy fucker sitting across from us.
“It doesn’t have to be fair. It just has to be true. Which it is. You know what I think your problem is, Katydid?”
“I told you to stop with that horrible nickname. But please, do tell me what my problem is. Unless it’s you insisting on dragging me back to Kentucky and closer to the men who want me and my sister dead, because I already know that problem, stud.”
“You’ve run too wild. You need a man who can contain you. Show you boundaries while also showing you how fucking far your body can stretch to receive the pleasure it’s capable of.”