Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“Where exactly am I supposed to change? I’m guessing you’re not about to pull over and let me out?”
“Not a chance.” I shake my head. “You can do it in your seat. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
Her cheeks heat, and she looks out the window. “That doesn’t mean I want you to see me.”
“Put on the clothes, Iris, or I will pull over and do it for you.”
I’m not a good man and have never been called a saint. So when she pulls the wet dress over her head, I absolutely look.
Her tits are spilling over the top of her strapless bra, and I feel myself get hard. Fuck, she’s too damn young for me to be looking at her like this, but I can’t stop. Holding her over my shoulder earlier gave me an up close view of her round ass, and just exactly how those curves would feel against me.
“Eyes on the road, big guy,” she scolds, and I look away.
She pulls on the faded black T-shirt I found at the thrift store. It’s got the name of a band I’ve never heard of on it, but the way it clings to her makes me a fan. I look down again when she tosses the soaking wet dress in the backseat and her thighs spread on top of the towel. She grabs the jeans and has to lift her hips to put them on, and I think about her lifting them as I fuck her pretty little cunt.
I clear my throat to get my mind off of just how good she’d feel wrapped around my dick. “We’re taking a train to New York,” I say, trying to distract my cock.
“I can’t leave the country.” She slips on the shoes and looks down at them like she’s surprised those fit too. I’m good at my job, and thorough enough to get her sizes right.
“What do you think will happen at the border if you make a scene?” I ask, letting her weigh the risk and rewards.
“The cops will come and save me.”
I look at her and shake my head. “No. They will ask questions, and they won’t be ones you’re prepared to answer. I’ll have all the information along with the paperwork that makes you my ward. It will show them you’re mentally incapable of being on your own, and I’m in charge of transporting you back to your family.” Tears begin to well in her eyes again, and I curse myself. “I’m sorry. I’m used to dealing with hardened criminals, not sheltered little girls.”
“I’m not a little girl,” she says angrily and balls up her fists on either side of her.
“It’s not a bad thing.” I reach out and take one of her fists in my hand. “It means you’re not cold inside like the men I deal with. I need to be more careful with you.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asks again, the plea in her voice almost painful.
“All will be explained,” I vow, and the fist I’m holding on to relaxes. “I need you to cooperate and get on the train with me. I won’t hurt you, but I will lie and manipulate the border guards into not believing you. Once you are on the train with me, we’ll talk.”
“And you’ll tell me everything?”
“I’ll tell you what I can,” I agree, and after a moment of hesitation, she nods.
“What’s your name?” She looks over at me like she’s trying to guess.
“Dutch.”
“Is that true?”
“Yes.” When our eyes meet, I feel something in my chest, so I look away quickly. I’m getting distracted, and I need to focus.
The train station is the next exit, and after I turn off, I pull into the parking lot. I grab my bag from the backseat and leave her wet dress on the floorboard. When I go around to the passenger side, I hold my hand out, but she hesitates.
“Come with me if you want answers,” I tell her, and she presses her lips together tightly before she takes my hand.
As we walk away, she turns back to look at the car. “Don’t you need to lock it or something?”
“No, it’s stolen,” I tell her, and she looks at me in surprise. “Don’t worry, you’re the only person I’ve taken without permission.” And after a long beat of silence, I shrug. “Well, today at least.”
Chapter Five
IRIS
Dutch keeps his hand tight around my wrist as he pulls me through the busy train station. My feet move on their own, letting him lead me through the throng of people. Everything he said bounces around inside of my head, and I don’t know why I’m even considering it. Which is insane, because I know who my parents are.
What if this is one of those crazy stories where the children were accidentally switched at birth? But then why would Dutch be kidnapping me if that’s what happened? Unless my parents didn’t want to switch back with the right kid. Okay, now I’m being ridiculous, but who can blame me at this point? I’ve been tossed into a reality TV situation, and my brain is dizzy.