Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy (Accidentally Kidnapping)

6. Zane

CHAPTER 6

ZANE

My wife-to-be doesn’t know what to make of me.

I like that a lot.

She’s asleep now, her breathing slow and quiet in the dark motel room, and I should be, too. It’s late, and we have a big day tomorrow. But I can’t stop thinking about how she shyly asked if we could have spaghetti for dinner, like that was a special treat. Jackpot might not have a big population, but it does have a bunch of restaurant options to serve the traffic the casinos bring in, so I was able to get pasta and garlic bread delivered no problem. I ordered double portions of everything that sounded good, and we both ate until our bellies were full.

Then she had a long shower and changed into clean sweatpants and a t-shirt from the lawyer. Generic clothes meant to fit a broad range of people, they still manage to cling to her curves in a deeply distracting way.

I think she knew how her hips and belly and breasts looked stretching the cotton because she raced for the other bed and dove under the covers without another chance for toe-curling kisses.

When we’re married, I’ll make her feel so good about herself that she’ll let me look my fill before she comes to bed.

And when we’re married, it’ll be my bed she crawls into, not the one on the other side of the room. We’ll have toe-curling goodnight kisses every damn night, followed by slow, hot breeding sex.

I stare up at the motel room ceiling that I can barely see through the darkness and try to process just how fucking empty my arms feel.

She kidnapped me. I was knocked out in one state and woke up in another, wallet missing, because an absolute stranger decided she needed to marry me.

But all I can think about is how she felt like an absolute angel as I slept off my drinking and fighting.

It’s not fair that I was unconscious when she hovered over me, making sure I was okay. Conscious me would really like to feel her soft tits and warm breath worry over me, too.

“No….” she moans, suddenly distressed.

I jackknife off my bed, all my nerve endings on high alert.

It’s just a bad dream, I tell myself, but the way she’s panicking in her sleep, it doesn’t feel like there’s anything just about it.

“Hey Daisy,” I whisper. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she sobs. “I’m sorry I was bad.”

“You aren’t bad.” Jesus Christ. I crouch beside her bed and catch her hand in mine. “We’re going to get this all straightened up in the morning.”

She rolls over and presses her face against my forearm. Her breath is hot, panting in fast bursts. “I didn’t do it. I’m pure, I promise.”

“Hey…” I roll her back, but she whimpers.

Heart in my chest, I follow her onto her bed and draw her into my arms. I shouldn’t do this . But even as that guilty thought rolls through my mind, she’s snuggling into my chest, gasping for air.

I smooth my hand down her spine. “I know you’re a good girl, Daisy,” I murmur. “You’re as pure as they come. I don’t know what happened to you, but I know you’re thoughtful and kind and if you had any other choice, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Whatever you did, you did it to survive, didn’t you?”

She shakes in my arms. At first, her hands clutch at my t-shirt, but as her breathing slows again, she smoothes her palms across my chest.

And then she glides her hand lower.

“Whoa there,” I say, catching her wrist just before she crosses my waistband.

My cock is already hard, rising toward her touch.

“Back to sleep, little girl.” I laugh under my breath. Tomorrow, she’s my wife and she can touch me anywhere she wants. But tonight? Unconscious? I can’t let her do that, as much as my erection is now throbbing to know what her fingers feel like.

She whines and resists my efforts to detangle our bodies.

“Daddy,” she protests.

Well, fuck.

My cock likes that , too. “Maybe if you call me that when you wake up, hmm?”

“I was so good,” she mumbles.

“I know.” I kiss her forehead and turn her around, putting her back to my front. Her ass settles right against my cock, but that’s better than her hands, which I catch and loosely hold together in front of her soft tits.

Fucking hell, I think I can feel her nipple against my forearm.

I shift my grip, and she arches her back, pressing her ass down on my cock and lifting her tits to follow my arm.

I don’t bother evading her again.

She settles down, softening in my tight embrace, and when her breathing evens out again, I accept that a hard-on is my burden for the night, the price I need to pay to keep her sleeping.

She needs her rest before tomorrow. After her nightmare, I think I understand a slice of why it’s so distressing to see her mother and step-father—and maybe I’ve gleaned a bit more insight into why she ran away from them.

Never again.

She’s mine now, to protect and soothe and love.

When she whines a little, I hug her tight and press my face into her hair.

“Shhh, angel. You can sleep now.” I swallow hard. “Daddy’s here.”