Their Virgin Captive(14)

Hannah frowned. What did he mean by that?

She pressed on. “Then Mr. Snuggles went missing, and I called the police again, but they said they couldn’t do anything since cats run off all the time.” Dex pinned her with his steely gaze, making her feel like a bug he was about to dissect. “Yes, the cops can do very little in a situation like this, which begs one question: Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It wasn’t your problem. Y’all are very kind to me. It seemed like a crappy thing to pay back your kindness by pulling you into this mess.” Hannah didn’t mention that she desperately wanted them to see her as a capable woman, not a burden. “Besides, I didn’t just call the police. I hired a private investigator.”

She waited for praise. They would see that she had this handled and they would lighten up.

Instead, they just stared at her. She tried not to but she squirmed in her seat.

“His name is Vinny. He came with great references.” The psychic whose shop he worked out of had thrown in a free tarot reading.

“I think I’ll stick with mine,” Gavin drawled. “But Hannah, a private investigator isn’t protection. You could be assaulted while your private investigator is digging into this.” Hannah reached for her purse, because she had an answer for that, too. Her hand met with cold metal, and she pulled out her brand new pistol. “That’s why I bought this. See? I’m prepared.”

Gavin turned a shade of white Hannah was certain no living human should ever be. Slade gasped, but Dex was on his feet in an instant, prying the gun away from her.

“Goddamn it, Hannah, the safety isn’t even on. You could kill yourself with this fucking gun.

What were you thinking?” Dex’s voice resounded through the plane.

“Well, I was surprised that I managed to get through security.” Thank goodness security in a private airfield was very different than a commercial airport. They had just driven up to the plane. “And I didn’t know about the safety. Maybe I should have read the manual.” She noticed that Slade’s eyebrow was twitching slightly. “Are you okay, Slade? See. This is why I didn’t want to bring you all into this. It’s very stressful. But I have it handled. You don’t have to worry.”

Slade closed his eyes. “Right now, I’m not worried that the stalker is going to get you, honey.

I’m worried about what I’m going to do.”

“What do you mean?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he reached across the aisle and pulled her over his knee. She gasped as her stomach hit his lap. “Slade, what are you doing?”

“I’m regaining my sanity.”

“It’s about damn time, brother,” Dex said.

She forced her head up to look at Dex and Gavin. Both men stared at her, but neither moved a muscle to help.



“Do something!” she demanded of Gavin. She knew Dex would be no help.

“Oh, I’m going to,” he assured, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees. “I’m going to watch.”

Hannah took a deep breath. Nothing would ever be the same again.





Chapter Four



Slade’s big hand slid up Hannah’s calf. Shock ricocheted through her body. Tingles skittered across her skin. She fought not to shiver as his palm worked up, up, up her leg in a slow slide.

“Slade.” Her voice shook. “What are you doing? We should talk about this.”

“Time for talking is past, baby.” Slade’s voice sounded hoarse, utterly unlike the sunny man she knew. This man had purpose, and it wasn’t to make her laugh.

Dex was on his knees before her. He gently threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled, lifting her head until she caught his eyes. “You gave up the right to talk, darlin’, when you didn’t tell us that someone is trying to hurt you. So now we’re going to go over the rules. Rule number one, you never hide anything from us.”

Rules? Hannah might have thought they meant rules of employment…but with Slade’s hand making its way up her thigh, she didn’t think that was the case. What was he planning to do?

She was so damned confused. Tears welled in her eyes. One minute they were her friends.

The next, they thrust her over their lap, touched her in the most deliciously inappropriate way, and started talking about rules. If this was a joke, she wasn’t laughing. She certainly didn’t want to be the butt of it.

“Slade, let me up.”

Gavin’s voice broke through her panic. “Slade, release her. She asked.”

“That is not the way this works. You don’t understand, Gavin. Unless you’re willing to rethink your position, stay out of this.” Slade’s hand was right under the cheek of her ass now, caressing her, lighting up her skin. “I can’t let you go, Hannah. We meant to do this slowly, but that’s no longer an option.”