Page 57 of Saddles

“Well, I mean, if you’re not interested, there’s no sense in being shy. I need to take a bath.” She slowly saunters to me, stopping only when the taut buds of her chest are pressing against my belly.

Blood rushes to my groin.

Thank God, my jeans are snug enough to keep my cock in check.

“I figured I’d give you a happy memory before I go.” The corner of her full lips turn up, then she slips past me to the edge of the tub.

A long, slow moan escapes her as she sinks into the sultry basin.

She’s giving me a slow death, one gasping sound at a time.

“That is cruel and unusual punishment, frosty,” I groan, moving to the stool near the door.

I have to readjust myself before I sit so my dick doesn’t pinch in my zipper.

But she’s right.

The image of her, the long swell of her hips, the full globes of her luscious breasts brazenly flaunting the dark areolas…it’s seared in my brain.

I don’t think it’d be possible to ever forget it.

Chapter 18

April

I’m in my “I don’t give a fuck” era.

If he thinks I don’t notice the way he looks at me, but then lies to my face about it, he can kiss my ass.

Maybe I’ll just walk around this tiny cabin for the next twenty four hours completely naked.

I’ll sit on his face while he sleeps.

That’ll teach him.

Damn... What am I doing?

Torturing Ford won’t change anything. Forcing him into something he isn’t comfortable with…that makes me no better than those assholes who took me.

“Ford? I’m sorry. That wasn’t right for me to do that.” I’m such an idiot. “Can you just pretend you didn’t see me?”

He chuckles from behind the wall. “I highly doubt that will ever happen. I’m taking that memory to the grave with me.”

Well, that makes my cheeks twitch with a grin.

I guess he isn’t as upset as I thought.

Doesn’t stop me from feeling a little shitty though.

As tempting as it is to ask him to help me rinse again, I decide against it. My short hair is easy to dab off, then I wrap myself with a towel.

I love it, soft, fluffy, and huge enough to cover me like a toga.

If the circumstances hadn’t been so fucked up for me to be here, it’d almost be a bit of a vacation.

Except I’m not.

Outside of this snug little cabin, my life is in shambles.

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