Page 11 of The Biker's Captive
“I’ll change the dressings." Pans steps protectively to my side, practically nudging Gina out of the way.
She raises her eyebrows at him, as confused as I am.
“Fine, you do the top half, but this sprained ankle needs attention.”
Gina asks me a few questions about myself and the accident while Pans stays silent. I’m tired from my excursion and after a while I lie back and close my eyes, letting them fuss over me.
Pans is at the top end, undoing the bandage around my head. His fingertips brush my temples, and I feel the heat of his breath on my cheek as he leans over to inspect the wound. A delicious shiver goes down my spine, and my eyes flutter open.
He's leaning over me, so close I notice the amber flecks in his deep brown eyes that I missed the other night.
"How's it looking?” I ask.
His gaze flicks to mine, and a bolt of heat shoots straight between my legs. I clench my thighs, hoping that no one notices. It’s disconcerting that the man holding me captive also makes my body do things I can’t control.
"It's surface level."
He holds my gaze longer than feels necessary, and his lips are so close I wonder what they would taste like. My breathing gets shallow, and I start to squirm.
“Try to hold still, sweetheart,” Gina says gently.
Pans is still looking at me, and there’s a glint of triumph in his eyes. His lips curl up at the edges in a small smile as if he knows exactly what’s going on in my body and my mind.
“The cut’s okay, but the ankle’s swollen,” says Gina, completely oblivious to the weird tension that’s happening on this end. “You need to rest that."
"Good thing I'm not going anywhere."
Pans lips curl right up then, and his eyes crinkle. I like making him smile. He looks hot as a hard-ass but positively breathtaking wearing a grin.
"We've got bedrooms upstairs." Gina gives Pans a prod in the side to get his attention, and the weird moment between us is gone. “I’m sure Willow will be more comfortable in a proper bed."
"No." Pans’s look is back to hard-ass. “Willow stays down here.”
His eyes flick back to mine, and there's a fire in them. A bolt goes through me, and I suddenly realize there’s another reason Pans is keeping me locked up. He may say it’s for my protection, but the sadistic hottie likes me in a cage.
Gina sighs heavily. "At least keep the door unlocked," she says.
Pans looks away, but I notice he doesn't agree to anything.
“Can you get me some more ice?” she asks Pans.
She doesn't say anything as his heavy feet tread up the stairs, but once he's gone through the door, she takes my hand and her soft eyes focus on mine.
"I want you to know that you're safe here,” she says. "The Underground Crows have given you their protection, and they won't let anything bad happen to you. It's a good club, despite what you might think.” She gestures at my surroundings, “The men have heart and honor, and they would never ever hurt a woman."
I want to believe her; I really do. She seems so sincere.
"Then why am I in a cage?"
Gina gives a sympathetic snort. "Because you had the misfortune of it being Pans who rescued you and not one of the decent men."
I lie back and process what she said. There's a darkness in Pans, I feel it. And yet I feel completely safe with him.
He wants to protect me. I believe that, but locking me in a cage is completely excessive. Despite what Gina says, I don’t know him or the MC.
My fingers go to the nail scissors tucked into the side of my panties. I’m indignant that I’m locked up, but something else is bubbling inside of me.
There's a part of me that finds it thrilling to be locked up in a cage. A part of me that doesn't mind being Pans’s captive.
