Hunting Sawyer

Dangerous

TWO WEEKS LATER

I opened the fridge to grab one of the few remaining snacks, only to realize the damn thing had crapped out. I slammed the door on the hinting stench of rotting food and threw my back against it. Sliding down and landing firmly on my ass on the cracked linoleum. Resting my head in my hands, elbows propped on my knees.

The f**k.

I can’t do this.

Guess I’m going to work hungry. I grabbed my keys and locked the door behind me, letting that thunk of the deadbolt sliding into place give me some semblance of security. More and more people were disappearing in the middle of the night, so I kept my keys laced in between my fingers. Giving myself a false sense of hope that it would help protect me from whatever danger lurked in the shadows.

I took a breath as I walked into the bar. The smell of old beer stinging the nostrils. The heavy linger of smoke and a little weed hanging in the air. It was Friday, so several folks were already piling in. I could tell Joe was manning the bar and there was no sign of Sue, and he gave me the “let’s f*****g go” look so I threw my s**t down and got to work.

I was so busy keeping up with the intel that when the smell hit me, I took three steps back. A cologne so intoxicating it took me right back to that night.

FLASHBACK- TWO WEEKS PRIOR

Normally, when a patron’s eyes couldn’t break away from my every move, I used a snarky comment to shut them down. When it wasn’t enough, Joe would step in. Thankfully, Joe was respected enough in the town of Juniper that no one pushed it any further, so it wasn’t a common occurrence. Usually, the main offenders were i***t tourists passing through. But tonight…..tonight….this guy was different. I liked his stare and attention. I was drawn to him and intrigued with the mystery oozing from his presence. But I couldn’t get a read on him. The mystery was dangerous….but I couldn’t tell if it was in a good, exciting way….or a risky one.

The crowd thinned and he remained with two other men who were engaged in a very serious, and almost violent, round of darts. I was washing up the truckload of glassware the busy night had left behind and my stomach growled every time I dumped a half-eaten plate of fries or mozzarella sticks in the trash.

“Can I take you for a bite to eat?” He barely whispered over his glass of whiskey, but I heard every word. His eyes were almost glowing, and they were practically drilling holes into my very being.

“I uh…..no, thank you. I appreciate the offer, but I’ll eat once the work is done.” I was wrapping up the dishware except what currently remained on the tables, and I just needed to take out the garbage.

“Oy.” He barked and his two lackeys came over and stepped behind the bar, hauling trash and wiping down counters. “Please…. Don’t make me beg…” He almost purred with a wicked grin over his whiskey glass.

I shot a look at Joe who was currently counting the drawer. He didn’t give any indication on his thoughts. Just watched me with slow breaths before redirecting his focus to the massive two men hauling trash bags in one go that would have taken me four trips.

“Um. Alright. I guess I could eat.” The look of victory on his face almost made me hopeful. But the alarm bells should have been ringing.

We didn’t eat. By the time we made it to his car, he was kissing me, and I was lost in him. Something about him was intoxicating and I couldn’t make my brain work. I hadn’t been intimate with anyone since….. my first time… and I was so caught off guard. It was so easy with him. I just lost track of everything. Several moments I tried to kicksart my brain to recollect if I had been drugged.

But in the midst of my poor, pathetic life – this moment of weakness, and the ability to command this seemingly impenetrable man with a touch of my hand was empowering. I loved the way he responded to me, craved me, seemed to react to every move of my body. And f**k, how he made me feel. I didn’t know it was possible to c*m so hard. I had never felt this way before.

He gripped my throat in his massive hand and I dug my nails into his back. He pumped inside of me and my legs started to shake, wrapped around his waist in the back of his blacked-out SUV. How had I let him lure me into the back of this car? Didn’t matter. I had reached my orgasm at least three times and that was enough reason for me.

“You’re mine.” He practically growled into my ear. It caused a wave of desire to rush through me and a shiver ran up my spine. His possessive nature was so dominant and sexy, but a sense of dread pinged in the back of my mind. This guy was dangerous. What had I gotten myself into? But for now, I’ll play along.

“And do I even get to know the name of my captor?” I tried to keep the arousal dripping in my tone.

“Blake. That’s all you need to know.”

“Mmmm..” He was hitting particularly deep within me, and I was seeing stars.

“Say it.” He gritted through clenched teeth. My jaw was practically hanging open in lust as he pounded me harder that I’d ever experienced, but I was able to relay my sense of confusion through my eyes. “Say you’re mine.” He growled again. My body continued to betray me.

“I’m yours, Blake.” I gasped out and immediately regretted my decision. What had I just agreed to?

The night had ended abruptly. Him dropping me off at my s**t ass apartment and disappearing into the night. I was sure I’d never see him again, but a clamp around my gut told me that was highly unlikely. His possessive tone and the way he had shot his load right after I said I was his….. it was dangerous.