Willing Captive by Belle Aurora

the
newlyweds?”
    What the-
    Obviously having
seen the uncertain look on my face, she laughs sweetly, “Oh,
darlin’, this is a small town. Everyone knows everything about
everyone.”
    Nox pastes on a
brilliant smile and holds his hand out, “We sure are. I’m Hank.” He
points a thumb over at me. “And this is Maude.”
    Hank… and Maude?
    Still shaking Nox’s
hand, she looks over at me, smiling in acknowledgement.
    But I’m still stuck on Hank. And Maude .
    Nox finally lets her
hand go and she flushes while giggling to me, “Oh, darlin’, if I
had me a man as strong and big as he is, I’d never let him go.”
    And I just can’t help myself. Wearing a look of utter
disappointment, I say dejectedly, “Yeah, you’d think he’d be big
all over, but…” I fade out while my eyes drift down to his
crotch
, leaving her to finish that sentence in
her mind. When her smile fades a little, I fight the urge to stick
my tongue out at Nox.
    My body jerks and my
knees bang on the table hard, forcing the cutlery to bounce all
over. Suddenly, my butt is throbbing.
    The jackass pinched
my ass!
    Nox forces out a
laugh, “Oh, don’t worry about Maude. She’s a joker. It’s what I
love about her.”
    Looking a little
uncomfortable, the waitress hands us our menus and we order. Our
meals come in record time and I have to admit, I didn’t realize I
was hungry until the smell of bacon wafted up into my nose. The
first bite confirms it. I’m starved.
    Nox watches me eat
and a look of disbelief crosses his features when I finish my plate
of eggs, bacon, toast, and pan-fried tomatoes. When I see he’s
stopped eating and watching me, I ask, “You gonna eat your
pancakes?”
    His brows rise, his
lip twitches, and without a word, he moves his plate forward.
    I douse the pancakes
in butter and syrup, licking my lips all the while, then wolf them
down. Nox asks in wonderment, “Where the hell does it all go?”
    Still chewing, I speak around my food so my reply comes out
garbled, “Dad says we have hollow legs.”
    Shaking his head, he
pushes my orange juice forward and I down it in one hit.
    That was a great
brunch. I know I look pregnant now, but…so worth it.
    Nox flags down our
sweet waitress and asks slyly, “Do you think you could organize for
a platter of sandwiches to be made up?” He smiles a dirty smile.
“We may not want to leave our room later on.” Then the ass
winks.
    Our waitress, clearly smitten with Hank , giggles all the way back to the kitchen after
confirming this was more than okay.
    On her return, Nox
pays for our brunch, our sandwich platter, and leaves a very nice
tip; then he takes my hand, links our fingers, and we walk back to
the motel room. Well, Nox drags me along. I’m having difficulty
walking (and breathing) because I was such a fatty-fat-fat at the
diner. Nox lifts me bridal-style and carries me. Normally, this
would bother me.
    Today? Not so
much.
    I’m so tired that
I’m tempted to cross my arms behind my head, kick back, and relax.
Fumbling with me and the key, Nox manages to open the door, no
thanks to me, and just as I sigh peacefully from the enjoyment of
my ride, he throws me onto the bed.
    I jerk and bounce so
ungracefully that my hair thrashes about, then falls over my eyes.
Currently blinded by my thick locks, I throw both my hands up in
the air, flipping him the bird. He laughs to himself as I hear the
bathroom door close.
    I yell out, “Can I
grab some clothes out of the bag?”
    Nox replies, “Yeah.”
A second passes before he adds, “Don’t touch anything else.”
    Which makes me
wonder what else is in there to touch.
    Sliding my body off
the bed like an overweight slug, I crawl to the bag in the corner
of the room. I try lifting it but it’s heavy, so I do what any
other lazy person would do. I tip it upside-down and the contents
spill out all over the place.
    The sound of the
shower starting alerts me to the fact that I only have a few
minutes to snoop through