Page 38 of Law

“It isn’t me you need to apologize to.” Law pulled her to his side, keeping his arm around her waist. “She’s waiting.”

Eyes wide, Lovie stared up at Law. He was angry at Hutch… for her?

Here she’d been silently calling him thin-skinned for calling out a man he considered his brother, only to find out he’d done it to protect her. No one had ever done anything like that for her. Not once.

Hutch gave her a look that was both sweet but very serious. She could see the twinkle in his eyes. His voice sounded full when he spoke. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Lovelyn—” another growl from Law had Hutch correcting his words, “my bad brother, I meant Lovie. I was just giving Law a hard time, but it won’t happen again.”

She wanted to say it didn’t matter, but Law had stood up for her. That made it important. What her Viking did meant everything to her.

Forcing down the smile that her face always tried to make when she was nervous, she nodded. “Thank you.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Law was on the move. “Taking Lovelyn to the Little girl’s room before we debrief.”

Lovie closed her eyes in utter mortification. Maybe a meteor would crash through the ceiling and smush her. And maybe it would smush her Viking, too.

Law announced he was taking her to the bathroom. Just like that. To everyone. Ev-er-y-one!

She was never going to be able to show her face at Sabre again. Her face burned all the way down to the soles of her feet.

Because even though everyone was acting like that wasn’t the most embarrassing, humiliating, shoot-me-now thing Law could possibly have said, it was.

And she would have told him that if he hadn’t grabbed her arm and frog-marched her out of the room. He led her down a hall, stopping before a door with a massive lollipop on it labeled Little Girl’s Room. Without pausing, Law opened the door and ushered her inside.

The sounds of laughter echoed around them until the Little Girls' Room door snapped shut behind them. She stumbled to a halt as she took in the cotton candy pink room around her. The bathroom had eight stalls, each with a different-colored door and decorated after a Disney princess. The sinks were shaped like crowns. Armless thrones acted as chairs. But her favorite thing had to be the tile floor. A bright yellow brick road led from the entrance to the stalls, then to the sink, the hand sanitizer station, and finally the exit. Huge mirrors hung on three of the walls.

She would have kept inspecting the room if not for the snick of the door behind her locking. A squeak escaped her when herViking put a hand to the back of her neck as he forced her to one of the mirrors.

Her heart thundered as the cool, smooth surface of the mirror pressed against her face. Something akin to fear flooded her veins. Was that excitement? She should be screaming for help, but she didn’t want to.

It was like riding a new triple-loop roller coaster. There was always a small amount of fear, but mostly, excitement blasted through her. A heady thrill accompanied not knowing what was coming next, but knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it. Having him take total control like this did the same wicked things to her, only in her pussy instead of her stomach.

She could always press the emergency bar to alert an attendant, she needed the ride to stop and let her off if it was really too much. The same was true here as well. She could always say her safeword.

She stood with her cheek pressed to the mirror for a long time. Confusion pricked at her confidence. “Um, what are we doing?”

He didn’t answer her question. He slid his hand to the front of her throat. Not squeezing or pressing, just resting in a position. The anticipation was knowing he could do either of those things and wondering if he would.

His other hand snaked to her waist and rested right below her belly button. Once again, not touching or doing anything, but leaving the possibility for more.

Then his mouth was back on her neck. “You liked it when I put my lips to your neck and tickled you, didn’t you, naughty girl?”

Even though she’d loved it, something inside her wouldn’t let her make it easy on him. She shook her head. “No.” The mirror pressing her cheek slurred her answer.

Law’s sinister chuckle brought her goosebumps back to life. “Ah-ah-ah. Naughty girls who tell fibs get punished. Tell me, littlefairy cat, if I touch your nipples, will I find them already hard? Is your pussy already wet, babygirl?”

Denial would be pointless. If he touched either of those places, he’d find her nipples as hard as bullets and her pussy soaked. Even though wanton humiliation still tinted her cheeks, she answered him honestly. “I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.”

Something between a groan and a growl rumbled up his throat. Whatever it was, it was hot. He pressed his hard cock against her backside and rocked his hips.

Could you pass out from arousal? She wasn’t sure, but she was afraid she might do just that.

“We don’t have time for me to care for you like I want, babygirl. But we have time for something. First, I need to know something.”

He spun her around to face him, which meant he was now pressing his cock against her pussy. Feelings she’d never had before filled her. There was something out there, just beyond her reach, that would be exquisite. Something that would release the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her. She rocked her hips forward, matching his rhythm.

He grasped her chin and forced her gaze upward to meet his. “Do you like this, little fairy cat? Do the things I’m doing leave you aching for more?”

“Yes.” The word came out raspy and rough.

---