“I thought I told you to behave while I was gone.”
My lips tilt up at the sound of Rook’s voice, but I sweep it away again before turning around to face him.
“Oh. Hey, Rookie,” I say coolly. I’m not gonna let him think I’ve forgotten about the last time we talked. I’m still mad at him for calling me a coward.
He gives me a look. “I’ve been reverted back to Rookie again, huh?” he asks, put out.
“Mm-hmm. It’s deserved.”
He moves to get closer to me, then pauses. In the middle of the rec yard, we don’t have any amount of privacy, and he seems to come to that same realization the moment I do. “Come on,” he says before turning to walk away.
I debate about not following him for a moment, but I missed him, dammit. I haven’t seen him for a couple of days, and despite the fact that I’m still pissy over what he said, I find myself trailing after him.
Rook goes to the end of the yard to the locked gate, where another guard stands watch on the other side. “I’m taking her in early. She was caught selling in the rec yard.”
The PG snorts. “I heard,” he says, casting eerily yellow eyes at me. “Where’d you get all that extra underwear?”
“No comment,” I say, because it’s probably not a good idea to tell a prison guard that I stole it off the laundry cart.
Following behind Rook, he leads me back inside the building. I’m intensely aware of his body as we walk, my eyes tracking every movement.
Neither of us say a word, but if anything, it just adds to the sexual tension between us. As I watch, his strong arms swing at his sides, and I’m reminded of how they held me pinned against the wall. His steps remind me of the way he prowled closer to me. His bright hair keeps me riveted, like I’m expecting it to glow any second, and his tail swishes behind him, curling toward me like it wants to reach out and wrap around my leg. I’d like it to reach out and wrap around my ass again instead.
“Need a bathroom break before I take you to your cell?” he asks, pulling me from my dirty thoughts.
“What? Oh. No, thanks. I’m good.”
Rook tosses a pointed look at me. I blink at him and shrug, like,what?
He sighs. “Okay. I’ll take you back to your cell. To yourmonitoredcell.”
“Oh.Oh!” I say, realization dawning. He totally wantsunmonitoreddirty time with me. “Right. Uh. Bathroom break. Definitely need a bathroom break first.”
“Good choice,” he murmurs before turning down a different hallway and leading me to the bathrooms.
My tail flicks impatiently, ready to capitalize on the hungry rumble of his voice.
“Go ahead,” he says, opening the door for me. He leads me to the bathroom that’s blessedly empty, since the rest of the block is either in the cells, in the rec yard, or in the cafeteria.
“Hmm, I think someone clogged the toilet, Mr. Prison Guard, sir,” I lie. “Can you check it out?”
With a smirk, he comes in, and as soon as the door swings shut, he’s on me. Mouth on mine, he swallows up the surprised sound and grinds his hips into me.
“I fucking missed you,” he breathes before running his mouth against my sensitive neck. “And you’re also due for a punishment.”
I yelp when his hand smacks against my ass. “Ouch!” I snap.
“That’s what you get for changing my name tag again.I love cock?Really? I don’t know how you made so many damn bejeweled penises, but it’s good to know that you didn’t run out of those the first time you framed my name tag with them.”
I snort out a laugh. “I thought it was a good touch. And you can’t be mad. I was simply declaring your love for your own people, you are a cock...atrice,” I say with a wry smile.
Fast as a snake strike, I reach down and lightly backhand Rook’s balls. Heoomphsand slightly folds over, bringing a hand up to plug his nostrils, like that’s gonna block out his pain. He looks like a kid who’s about to cannon ball and doesn’t want to get water up his nose.
I start to laugh, which earns me a plugged nose glare. I tilt my head and adopt anawww poor babymien.
“What the hell?” Rook grinds out.
I shrug. “Punishment.”
