“Y—yes,” I stammer.
“One second.”
In a flash, he lunges forward, fists flying. All I hear are groans, the sounds of knuckles meeting flesh, and bodies hitting the ground.
Rick drops them all, one after the other. The one who grabbed me reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife, but Rick kicks it away and drives his boot into the man’s stomach.
“Younevertouch her!” he shouts, then turns to me and takes my hand. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
I’m soaring as he pulls me away from the scene. My legs move on their own, my heart pounds in my ears, and a smile lifts my lips with glee.
All I can think is that he saved me. I’m special.
I feel like a pillar of golden light, radiating out into space for everyone to see. My ‘husband’ back at home could care less about me, but this man puts his life on the line for me.
How did I get so lucky?
The next thing I know, I’m being lifted into his truck. He slides me across the bench seat and hops in beside me, starts the engine, and peels off.
His hand instantly finds my thigh and squeezes, as if to affirm that I’m safe. Protected.
“Slowly,” he says. I realize I’m gasping for air. “Breathe slowly, baby. You’re hyperventilating.”
His words take over, causing my body to obey. In less than a minute, my heartrate has slowed and my head is no longer spinning.
The truck slows, and he pulls over and parks somewhere in the darkness. It’s just the two of us now. Just as it should be.
I collapse into his lap, inhaling his musk and pawing all over his legs like a cat.
“You’re okay,” he says again, setting a heavy arm on me. “I’ve got you.”
His voice is soothing. The heat from his body and the strength I feel in him has my body tingling. I’m still riding high on adrenaline, but something else starts to happen as his hands find the hem of my coat.
I nuzzle harder into him as he lifts it and traces my ass with his rough fingers. Slow, deliberate, possessive movements that cause heat to pool between my thighs.
I was just attacked, and now I’m being turned on…
Shame begins to invade me, but then I remember my aunt’s advice, and I lean in to my urges.
My desire for Rick takes over.
This is it. This is the night I give myself to him.
His fingers move up my thighs, but slowly, cautiously.
“It’s okay, Daddy,” I whisper, gazing up at his fierce eyes and strong jaw. “You don’t have to be delicate with me. Not this time.”
5
RICK
Christ,she’s actually asking for it now…
The feel of her soft thighs against my palm is the ultimate stimulant. When I saw those bastards trying to get their hands on her, I went into primal mode.
I was a man possessed by the instinct to protect what’s his.
My knuckles still ache from the beating I gave those pricks, and I smile to myself as I flex my fingers, remembering how it felt as I drove my fist into their flesh.
