They all pretend to be bowing down to me and Raye grows red in the face, looking at me with regret, making protectiveness flare in me and I snarl,
“Shut it! The fuck is the matter with you? We’re still on schedule.”
They stop, clearing their throats and Raye shoots me a grateful glance. And when she straightens, flicking her hair back with a quick move of her wrist, my heart doubles in size.
She might not know me but...
I think I know her.
2
Raye
I shouldn’t have come out. I should’ve done a better job, hiding in the bushes and then ran off but then I wouldn’t have met the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
There aren’t enough words to describe him. He has hair the color of honeycombs with natural highlights, his skin a deep bronze and his eyes are a mix of amber and a deep green. His nose is a little bit protruding but it belongs on a masculine man and not a pretty boy.
He makes me feel sticky between my thighs, stings my pussy with heat and I blow away a hair strand from my face, trying not to stare at him. He looks at me like he knows me which I’m not sure I like, but he also looks at me the way people in the past would look at the sun.
With devotion.
“The name’s Trent,” he says and to my surprise he reaches out his hand and I shake it, his palm swallowing mine and a current zaps through my body, making me squirm. With a grin that makes lines spread around his eyes, he adds, “Not Apollo.”
My cheeks heat and a few choked chuckles spread.
“Good to know,” I say, rolling my eyes at their laughter. “Can I go now, please?”
His hand that’s still wrapped around mine, clasps harder but still gentle. It’s a touch that I like, one that I want to lean into but the overgrown man in front of me also represents a problem.
“Not just yet,” he says in a tense voice and I shiver because I don’t want to get into any trouble.
A man who looks to be older than Trent, stands in front of him with a serious expression on his face that makes me nervous.
“Care to tell us what exactly you were doing at the fire scene?” he asks and for some reason I glance at Trent. Like I want him to save me. Like I want him to protect me.
Because I already know that he will. Those eyes of his tell me so. The soft, gentle grip of his hand, that firm mouth that looks like it can switch between placing tender kisses and bark orders the next.
Licking my lips, I murmur, “I saw that there was a fire from afar and wanted to take a closer look.”
“That’s dangerous. Don’t you ever do that again,” Trent warns authoritatively, making my nipples tighten in my soft bra. It’s a strange feeling, I normally don’t feel like this. Especially not in front of strangers.
“What were you doing in the forest?” the older guy continues and I let out a sigh.
“Jogging.”
“You’re not wearing running shoes.”
I look down at my Converse, then look at Trent and I must have silently been pleading him with my eyes because he grabs the older guy by his shoulder and drags him back.
“Did you see any kids running around here?” Trent asks, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, maybe roughly around your age,” another guy says and Trent shoots him a fuming glare and I flick my hair behind my shoulder. The movement makes Trent graze his lips.
“Actually I recently turned nineteen,” I say and relief floods Jessup face and I almost expect him to brush some droplets of sweat off his forehead. I bite my lip. “But...I didn’t see any kids.”
“Then it’s settled,” the old guy says, “you need to give us your address and phone number. The cops will probably want to speak to you.”
Panic flares in me and I shake my head, stuttering, “No...”