Page 12 of Protect Me

He’ll wash himself, only this time, maybe he’ll be thinking of me in the next room.And if his thoughts are going the way of mine, he’ll be hard and in need of relief.He’ll grip his cock in one hand and pump himself with a meaningful stroke.

I moan out loud at the sensual notion.I shake my head and grab a hairbrush from the bag, pulling the bristles through my thick hair, the pain from the tugging helping me to forget the arousal ever present around Shane.

Without warning, a loud bang sounds, and the entry door comes crashing open.I scream and dive to the far side of the bed as a big intruder looms large, scanning the room.A glance and he finds me, crouching low beside the furniture.

I don’t recognize the man who stalks toward me.

“Just give me what I want,” he says in a too-reasonable tone.

He wants the formula I put my sweat and tears into.“No way.”

He reaches for me at the same time I lurch backward to get away from him, my back hitting the nightstand hard.

I am trapped with nowhere to escape.

“Formula, bitch.Where is it?”

I shake my head in refusal.

He puts his hands around my throat and squeezes, cutting off my airflow.Pain shoots through me, and spots appear in front of my eyes.

“Feeling more cooperative now?”He eases the pressure off, hoping for an answer.

I cough and remain silent, glaring at him defiantly.I’m not about to give up my life’s work.He squeezes his big hands tighter.My head spins until I begin to crumple against the dresser.

Suddenly he releases me, and I gasp for air, drawing a big, gulping breath, as I realize Shane threw the man off me, slamming him into the wall across from me.

Unfortunately he comes up swinging.

The room still spins, but I push myself to my feet, catching sight of the Taser.I grab the gun.Shane swings at the man, the blow hitting his jaw, and he goes down.Before he can shake it off and rise again, I aim at the intruder and fire.

He jerks hard, his body in spasms, giving Shane time to rise over him and place a foot on his chest, ignoring his twitching form.

He glances at me.“Grab my bag.There are zip ties at the bottom.”

I pull out the restraints, and in no time Shane has tied up the man, leaving him in flex-cuffs, writhing on the floor.

“Are you okay?”I ask Shane at the same time he asks me the same.

He comes up beside me, fixing my glasses, putting them more securely in place before running his big hands gently along my sore neck.He rubs his thumbs over my skin, causing me to shiver.His eyes are glazed with a combination of concern and anger, but his touch is so very gentle.

“I’m fine,” I assure him.I am trembling, but since this ordeal started, I’ve learned quickly to adapt.

He showed up in time, I think, and I exhale a long, relieved breath.

He glances at me, scowling as if he doesn’t quite believe me.My scratchy voice might not sound great, but I’ll live.And that’s what matters.

“How the hell did he find us?”he mutters, running a hand through his hair.“We must have had a tail I missed.Grab your things…” He hesitates.“No.Get dressed, but leave everything you can behind.We can stop for new clothes and shit when we put miles behind us.Let’s get out of here before someone comes looking for him.”

“What about the bag with the formula?”I ask quietly.

“We’ll put the items in my duffel.Leave the satchel itself here.”

In no time, we are back on the road, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Shane doesn’t show what he is feeling.He has nerves of steel as he focuses on the road ahead… and behind us.

“Where are we going?”I ask.