I reached for her across the bed, ready to pull her to its edge before pinning her beneath me and showing her exactly who owned her. But she pushed herself off the edge of the bed, tumbling to the floor before scrambling across the food.
“You’ll never catch me, you son of a bitch!” she exclaimed as she bolted for the door.
And as she left a trail of tomato soup in her wake, Dutch appeared out of the darkness.
Stopping her dead in her tracks as she ran straight into his chest.
“Now,” Dutch said as he gazed down at her body sprawled out at his feet, “where are you going at this time of the day?”
She launched herself back to her feet, and I had to admit, she was agile for a woman of her girth.
“None of you are touching me,” she said as she pivoted her pointed finger between the two of us. “Do you hear me? None of you!”
Dutch took a step into the basement. Then, another, and another still. Backing her up with every movement of his impossibly long stride.
“Pretty sure you already broke that promise to yourself the moment you let Trooper touch you,” he said as he sniffed the air around her. “And I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous.”
The pain finally subsided between my legs enough for me to move, and I made way for her movements. With every step Dutch took forward, she had to take two backward, and before we knew it, she fell to the edge of the bed, her curves bouncing with the shivering of her body.
I smelled the fear dripping from her skin.
Along with the scent of her womanhood wafting from that pussy of hers.
“So,” Dutch said as he gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him, “what are we going to do about your punishment?”
Tears crested her eyes as her lower lip started quivering. “Pu-pun-punishment?”
He snickered as he knelt one knee on the bed between her glorious thighs. “Don’t act like you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about. Trying to escape? Fighting us every step of the way? You’re a regular--.”
“It’s no fun when they don’t want it,” I said curtly.
Dutch paused before his gaze dropped to her trembling lip. “She smells divine, though.”
I reached out my hand and gripped the collar of his leather jacket before yanking him away. “Your last warning.”
Dutch shrugged off my touch before turning to face me with that deathly cold stare of his. “You have a soft spot for her, too. Don’t you?”
I wrapped my hands in his shirt and pulled him so close that I felt his uneven breath on my face. He should have been worried, too.
We didn’t hurt what was in our possession.
“It’s no fun. When they don’t. Want it.”
He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Whatever you say, Range.”
He shoved me away from him before sliding his hands down his shirt. I kept my attention clung to him as he tossed Naomi a playful wink. I knew he’d be back. I knew he’d have her before we figured out what in the hell to do with her. But, betraying the ideals of our crew was never an option.
And we never hurt what we owned.
“Thank you.”
Naomi’s soft voice barely met my ears as Dutch disappeared into the darkness of the staircase. I walked toward it, stopping midway between her perched position on the bed and the door I needed to lock her behind. She didn’t deserve the freedom we had given her. And yet, as I raked my gaze up and down her body, something about her told me she wouldn’t run.
Which struck me as odd.
“Cause anymore fuss, and we’ll throw you to the dogs,” I spat.
She nodded quickly. “Understood.”
