“Whatever.” I walk in, then shuck my various layers and wrap my arms around myself, trying to keep from shivering.
Mac gives me a once over, then leers at my crotch.
I roll my eyes and huff. “It’s cold.”
He snorts, then waves me toward the kitchen with the gun.
Asshole.
Bet his dick shrinks too when the temperature drops.
Chapter 3
A chair is already set up for me, complete with dangling handcuffs. He’s probably been watching me since I left town.
He pushes the barrel into my back, nudging me forward. “Sit.”
My body drops into the chair like it's got a mind of its own. I don't get why I'm like this around him.
It's weird.
Only, it’s happened before. Like last time. While Mac was the first guy I’ve ever had sex with, the moment he told me to come, I started spurting instantly.
Pushing the memory away, especially since my dick starts to get hard, I focus on the spread laid out. Soup, bread, some green stuff . . . It’s all screaming my name.
Talk about making me feel guilty. He’s the one who saved my ass and yet now, he even cooked for me.
“Mac, about yesterday—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He snaps the cuff around my left wrist, then moves to the other side of the table where he sets theshotgun aside before dropping into his chair and crossing his arms. "This time’s gonna cost you more."
I look up, confused. "What do you mean? I thought it was like last time. Food for . . . you know."
“You stupid fuck. Ya nearly got killed, cost me five bullets, and are about to eatmyfood.”
"How much more?" My stomach growls, the aroma from whatever he cooked invading my nose.
"Two hours."
“No way.” Two hours? What the fuck can even take that long?
Last time had only been fifteen minutes.
Mac’s rough, wild almost, and even that quick, he’d made my whole body light up from my toes to my scalp. My balls clenched so hard when I came. And the way my asshole spasmed around him, making my knees weak . . . I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.
While I still can’t fathom what the fuck we’re supposed to do—whathe’sgoing to do—for two whole hours, not so sure I’m ready to find out how I’ll respond, how I might embarrass myself.
Uh, uh.
It makes my palms sweat.
I yank at the cuff, staring at the older man.
He’s maybe twice my age and bigger than me in height and mass. And even though his thick black hair has a bit of gray on the sides, he’s stupid fast. Learned that the hard way. No chance I’m grabbing the food and outrunning him.
“Let me go.”
“Not happening.”
