Yeah, his cock was hard again. She settled her ass against it, and Dominic thought he might come in his slacks. Damn it. "In your own seat, Kinley."
"Kay." But she just snuggled closer and sighed as though she'd found right where she wanted to be.
"She seems very affectionate when she's incapacitated." Riley had the faintest smile on his face. "You probably shouldn't move her. She might sleep better like that."
"Then get Law out here to hold her." He couldn't just sit here with her all pressed up against him for hours. Even as he thought it, the plane hit an air pocket. With the momentary turbulence, his arm wound around her waist, tugging her more firmly into his lap. She would fall if he didn't, and he couldn't have her injured at this junction. That was the only reason he did it.
"Unfortunately, Law is flying the plane," Riley pointed out, then turned quiet for a moment. "She seems sweet actually. She's not totally what I thought she was."
Fuck. Riley drank her in with that same glazed, lustful expression Law did. This could spell trouble.
Kinley's breathing evened out as she went utterly limp. Knowing he was stuck with her indefinitely, Dominic held in a curse. "Pull your head out of your pants. She's exactly what we thought. She's just better at manipulating men than I gave her credit for. She even does it in her damn sleep."
Riley snorted. "We gave her the equivalent of a horse tranquilizer, and she's managed to worry more about that little hairy thing than herself."
It was time to remind his partner of some hard truths. "She's marrying for money."
Riley sat back, sighing a little. "Is that really the worst crime you can think of?"
He could think of worse. Murder, for instance. But once Jansen had the money his sister had earned modeling and entrée into her glitzy New York social world, Jansen hadn't needed her anymore. So he'd killed her. Carrie had married the bastard because she thought she loved him.
"She's going to spread her legs for money," Dominic reminded. "You know what we called that back home?"
Riley's face flushed angrily. "Yeah, I'm sure you called those women whores. Of course I called her mom. I think I'll go sit with Law for a while."
Dominic's stomach dropped.
"I wasn't talking about your mother," he said, trying to come back from the precipice of a really nasty fight. God, he wasn't thinking these days.
Riley didn't bother to turn around. "Yeah, you were. I just think you should stop for five minutes and consider that the world isn't always fair. Some people get dealt a shitty hand."
"You think I don't know that?"
"Do you? The world isn't black and white." Riley gritted his teeth. "Good people can sometimes do bad things for the right reasons. The fact that I have to say that to you is ridiculous. We just kidnapped a woman, and you're planning on making her life a living hell until she gives you the information you need. In light of that, ask yourself if whoring really seems that bad. I'll see you when we touch down."
"Riley," he called out, but the other man ignored him and disappeared behind the cockpit door.
Kinley didn't move, just laid there trustingly in his arms.
He heard a little whimper and looked down at the floor. Somehow Gigi had managed to work free of the endless yards of freaking fabric that made up Kinley's skirt. And now the little thing was looking up longingly at its mistress. It whined and turned those bug eyes on him.
God, he was the wicked witch in this scenario. He was taking out Dorothy and her little dog, too.
"All right, then. Come on."
Dominic reached down and scooped up the little dog with one hand. As soon as he set it in Kinley's lap, it curled against its mistress and immediately went to sleep.
Which left him holding his beautiful hostage, who would likely hate him come morning, and her dog thing. It really couldn't get worse.
He would make it up to Riley and Law. He had zero intentions of really hurting the girl in a long-term way. But in the short term, she would likely be … uncomfortable. At least she would be alive.
He wasn't the fucking bad guy here.
"So warm." She rubbed her head against his neck and her hand petted the dog.
He had a sudden vision of that soft hand stroking his cock. That quickly, he was the uncomfortable one.
Dominic closed his eyes and tried to not think about how close his rigid dick was to her silken pussy and her lush ass. He could withhold her orgasm until she told him exactly what he needed to know. God, that would be a sweet bit of torture.