Page 62 of Prey

We were both naked.

I noticed that when I woke, but the thought had been the furthest thing from my mind. Now that I was taking us in, I wondered how he had taken my clothes off without waking me up.

His cock jumped against my back, surprising me.

Was he ready to go again?

He grinned mischievously at me, and I shook my head and hopped off the bed.

“Where are you going?” he growled, attempting to get me back in his arms.

I shook my head. “You might be able to go again,” I said, eyeing his hard cock warily. “But I’m still sore.”

He looked at me regretfully, and I made myself stand still when he got off the bed and headed toward me. He cupped my cheeks in both hands, lifting my face so that I was looking him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

My mouth opened slightly in shock. His apologizing was the last thing I expected, not because I didn’t think he wasn’t capable of it, but because he had been so unapologetic in his words and actions.

“It’s okay,” I said softly. “I like it.”

I shivered when his eyes turned knowing, and he pulled me back into his arms, his hands coming down to knead my ass cheeks.

I pressed my breasts against his middle, holding still.

All too soon, he pulled away from me, grabbing my hand and taking me to the bathroom.

We got ready for the day slowly.

It wasn’t like we had places to be, or things to do.

It had only been a few days since he brought me here, but he didn’t tell me when we were going home, orifwe were, but we had to.

I had a job, which I should really be checking in on soon.

I might have had some time off after finishing a project, but my manager would expect me to start picking up a new project soon.

And I didn’t know the details of Roman’s job description, but I doubt being the VP to the notorious King’s Men MC offered a lot of time off.

He couldn’t possibly think we could hide out here indefinitely.

I moved in sort of a trance all morning, and Roman was distracted by his phone, making discreet phone calls for most of the day away from me, driving up my irritation.

I wanted to bring up the subject of going home so many times, but at the last minute, I always ended up chickening out.

Before I knew it, dusk was hitting the sky, and I couldn’t think of one remotely productive thing I had done all day.

I looked around the cabin, feeling the walls close down on me. I was so desperate for human interaction that I latched onto him when Roman walked back inside after taking another phone call outside on the porch.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” I asked, a tinge of desperation in my voice.

He pulled up short and looked at me.

I resisted the urge to squirm from my seat on the couch.

“Ah, I’m sorry for neglecting you most of the day, baby.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to say it was okay, but it wasn’t okay. It really wasn’t.

---