Kota stared at him. “You were looking at me like you were considering addingmeto your freezer.”
Kota’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his pupils dilated. He really was the perfect prey. Pretty and twitchy, ready to run at a moment’s notice. His little squirrel. Walker rolled on top of him, pinning him beneath him. Kota didn’t fight back, just stared up at him with wide eyes, lips parted.
The look should have felt vulnerable. Instead it felt trusting, which somehow affected Walker even more.
Walker gathered his arms over his head, pinning his wrists in one large hand. “Trust me, the thoughts I was having had nothing to do with putting you in my freezer and everything to do with keeping you right here in my bed, by any means necessary.”
The words came out rougher than intended, honesty bleeding into them before Walker could stop it.
“Oh,” Kota gasped. “I mean, I-I don’t exactly have anywhere to go. I’m kind of your prisoner, right? You could technically do whatever you wanted to me. Right?”
Walker’s cock thickened at the words, but beneath the arousal was something sharper. Possession. Need.
“You gonna let me do whatever I want with you, squirrel?” Walker all but purred, taking Kota’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugging until he gave a wet little gasp. “That’s a very dangerous invitation for a man like me.”
“I’m not afraid of you…”
The breathless surrender in his voice made something primal unfurl inside Walker’s chest.
Walker captured his mouth in a filthy kiss, swallowing the high-pitched whine that escaped Kota. “That’s good,” he said against his lips. “You just keep being good for me and I’ll make sure you have whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” Kota whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Oh…” Kota looked down at Walker’s half-hard cock, then back at him. “Okay.”
“But for now, you need some sleep. We’ll pick this back up when we reach our destination.”
Kota’s face fell. “Oh. Yeah, right. I am kinda tired.”
Walker dropped down beside him, turning himself into the big spoon. Kota sighed. “Night.”
Walker pressed his face into his messy hair. “Sleep tight, squirrel.”
Kota woke up alone.
There was no purr of an engine, no motion from the rig itself, just the low hum of the AC. Kota flushed when he realized he was still naked, the blanket tangled around his legs, leaving much of him exposed. The shades were still pulled, so it was impossible to know if it was day or night.
For a second, panic flared in his chest. Then he caught the faint scent of Walker lingering on the pillow beside him and the feeling dissipated just as quickly.
It had to be daylight by now. He had a vague recollection of the rig in motion, but thought he’d dreamed it.
He detangled himself, then searched through drawers until he found shorts and a shirt that weren’t falling off him. He shoved his feet into flip-flops that felt like clown shoes on his smaller feet. The shirt smelled faintly like laundry detergent and truck cab, which shouldn’t have been comforting but was.
He patted Cake on his way out the door, earning a trill of acknowledgement before she returned to her nap. What a hard life she lived. Eat. Nap. Judge people. Repeat.
Kota was jealous. She was living his best life. What would life be like as Walker’s forever passenger princess?
He pushed the door open and winced as sunlight pierced his eye sockets like tiny knives. He blinked, trying to disperse the sparks blinding him, then jumped down to the ground, the rubber on his sandals making a thwacking sound in the eerie silence outside.
He studied his surroundings. They were in a clearing that looked like it would be swallowed by the surrounding woods at any moment. The truck was parked in front of a small cabin and an old barn that looked seconds away from collapse.
The cabin leaned slightly to one side, the porch sagging beneath the weight of time and neglect.
How had they even gotten there? His eyes landed on a narrow path that was essentially just two dirt tracks worn into the earth by tires over time.
Had Walker really managed to get his rig all the way down that path?
