Warriors' Providence (Cadi Warriors Book 2)(36)

"No sir." Providence answered formally.

"We are going home." Kagan said as he picked Giselle up and stalked off towards his rota.

Madhava could see the Daimio giving Giselle the business, and she seemed to be giving Kagan just as much in return. Madhava shook his head.



Providence

Dagaa and Madhava led Providence back to their home. The trip was made in silence. She couldn't believe the men were so frustrated that she and Giselle had gone to help the Toufik. Then again the men might have had cause, since racist, pissed off Cadi had surrounded them. But Providence was so used to taking care of herself, it hadn't occurred to her that she should be worried. Of course she was new to this planet and didn't really know all the dangers yet. Just the thought of being penned in and restricted because of racist assholes chaffed.

"What were you doing all day, your back is a mess again?" Dagaa asked with a rough voice, his hand running from her shoulder down her spine as they entered the small house.

Part of her tension came from the fact she was frustrated with what had transpired, but she'd also been hefting rocks for several hours.

"I was helping rebuild a wall before those guys showed up."

"Go upstairs and take off your clothes." Dagaa said.

"What?" Providence said as she looked from Dagaa to Madhava, eyes wide and her mouth hanging open.

She couldn't have possibly heard Dagaa right.

"You ruined all the work we did on your muscles last night." Madhava said. "How do you expect us to care for you when you over extend yourself and take off places with no clue of the threat it poses?"

He was no help.

The men were insistent as they stared at her sternly. Providence didn't move a muscle as she looked from one serious face to the other. She couldn't believe this.

Dagaa reached out and hefted her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing at all, as he marched up the stairs and into his bedroom, then deposited her on the floor.

Providence bit her lip as she stared at his giant bed. She didn't know what was going through their heads as they flanked her. They were so damn tall and imposing she felt instantly overwhelmed.

"Look guys I'm fine." Providence insisted.

"Don't make me strip you." Dagaa said as he stood at her back.

His tone brooked no argument as he looked down at her with a stern expression, his brow furrowed. She looked up at Madhava and saw he too had this look that said she'd committed the ultimate sin overtaxing herself. Providence debated refusing their crazy demand.

A smack landed on her ass with a stinging crack. Providence's eyes flew to Dagaa. Her mouth opened to object, but he growled at her.

"Now Providence!" Dagaa repeated looking feral.

"Yes sir." Providence said out of habit in response to his commanding voice. Too many years in the military had brainwashed her.

Hesitantly Providence reached down and pulled the hem of her tank top over her head. She was nothing like the svelte Cadi females she'd seen. Providence felt short and pudgy by comparison. She didn't have tiny pert A cups. Her solid C's had suffered from the effects of gravity in the last few years. She was rather muscular, but her ass still jiggled when she ran. Not to say Providence didn't appreciate her body, she just doubted Madhava and Dagaa were going to be impressed with her alien figure, when they were used to tall slender model types.

Providence shivered as the air hit her nipples, making them stiffen up. Her cheeks burned from embarrassment as she slid her skirt slowly down her thighs. She didn't even have the luxury of underwear to hide behind.

"Oh god I need to shave." Providence thought as she looked down at her legs.

As Providence stood awkwardly staring at her feet with her arms crossed over her breasts, she wondered what Madhava and Dagaa were thinking. They were silent, just the sound of breathing could be heard in the room. The two men hovered so damn close their body heat radiated off of them, ramping up her unease.

Providence didn't know what to do. This was far beyond any situation she'd ever encountered. A corner of her mind screamed she should be indignant that they made her strip and smacked her butt like a petulant child. Except the sting in her ass, the flutter in her stomach and the way her nipples tightened up in their presence, betrayed her. Last night Providence's mind had been filled with illicit images, however the present reality of standing naked between two alpha males was unnerving. It was all she could do to keep her heart from beating out of her chest.

"Lay down on your stomach." Madhava insisted as he grabbed a bottle of something that looked like oil.

Madhava reminded her of Jason Momoa, the actor. She looked from his rugged handsome face to Dagaa's Hollywood good looks, as she knelt on the bed and slowly lay on her stomach.