Page 103 of Ice Wolf
Maybe the jerk wouldn’t upload a picture. I was about to switch to TikTok when a ping indicated a new comment arrival. As soon as I clicked on the photo, I sank lower in the seat.
“You trying to crawl into the floorboard?” Saint asked.
“That’s what we both need to do.” I held up the phone so he could see what they’d captured. “The jerk was outside for a long time. I don’t think there’s any doubt what you’re doing to me while I’m lying buck naked across the island or what is being smeared over my body.”
The only good news was that either the panes of glass in the French doors were dirty or his lens was. I doubted he was decent enough to use a filter, but maybe I could have hope. Then again, if he had filtered what he’d popped onto the platform, what would he do on the porn sites?
My skin wasn’t just crawling. It was itching as if I was getting hives. A perfect end to the night.
And we weren’t done yet. I still had no idea where the hell he was taking us. Maybe I hadn’t pressed because I just didn’t want to know. The ache in my tummy was bad enough as it was.
“Sexy, baby. Now, all the world will know what a lucky man I am. My fiancée is dazzling.”
“You do realize we’re not even engaged. Right?”
“Oh, that. You take the fun out of everything.”
“That’s what I was hired to do. Plus, I don’t even have a ring.” I was trying to be funny, but when a passing light showed a gleam in his eye, I groaned. “Don’t even think it. I don’t want a fake bauble under any circumstances.”
“I need to get you a ring. If I don’t, that will seem weird.”
I crouched even lower in the seat. This night just couldn’t get any worse. Not by a long shot.
I was wrong. Oh, so very wrong.
I’d remained in my hidey-hole for as long as feasibly possible. By the time I eased back into a normal sitting position, the city lights of Chicago were nowhere to be seen. In fact, we were on a single lane road somewhere far removed from any buildings, commercial or residential.
I looked all around me, cognizant the road was in terrible condition with potholes and bumps. When he went over one at a higher rate of speed, my head slammed into the roof.
“Ouch. Where are we? Did I fall asleep?”
“I think you did,” he answered. “We’re someplace safe.”
Now I sat forward, glaring out the windshield. “I’m not fooling around here. Where are you taking me?”
“Are you scared? Are you afraid I’ve kidnapped you?”
There were times I absolutely hated his grins. This was one of them. “Should I be?”
“For Christ’s sake, Lily. I’m not some monster.”
Why did he cock his head at a strange angle after he made that claim?
When I remained silent, he tossed me a frown and twisted his hand around the steering wheel. We were in such a rural area, he had the brights on. “My… family owns several acres outside the city. It’s been in our family for generations. We refuse to sell it even though some developers would love to get their hands on the acreage. There are a few houses built, all on large plots of land. My brother and I own a house out here.”
“Your brother? You mean Steven, the hottest AHL player and considered to be your replacement?”
“Ouch. You know how to gut a man. Yes, that one.”
“We’re going to stay with your brother.”
“Yep.”
Why did I have the distinct feeling he wasn’t sharing everything with me? “Will he be pissed?”
“Better not be or I’ll beat his ass.” He glanced in my direction for a little too long.
Something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. “Stop!”
