Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) Becca Jameson (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📖

Finally, I break our stare and look down at our combined hands. I grip his, grateful for the connection. I know I need to give him more and I find the will because he hasn’t tried to tell me I must be mistaken.

“My stage name is Cotton Candy. He gave it to me the first night I was there. That was the first thing I heard when I reached the doorway. So, I froze. He proceeded to tell the other man that his buyer was looking for a younger girl, but he knew I would fit the requirements because I’m small and look younger.”

Davis gives my hand a squeeze, silently encouraging me to continue.

I’m talking to my lap, unable to meet his gaze. I feel dirty and humiliated. “I didn’t recognize the other man’s voice, so I assume he isn’t a regular client. I didn’t see him either. My boss described me perfectly. Long hair. Petite. Youthful. Pure. Small tits.” I let that last crude word fade away and I shudder, everything suddenly too overwhelming. I still haven’t let myself fully process this shit.

Suddenly, Davis is beside me. He wraps his large arm around me and pulls me into his side. His hand comes to the back of my head and presses my cheek against his chest. He rocks me. “I’m so sorry. That must have scared the hell out of you.”

I nod, holding my breath so that I don’t cry. I don’t want to cry on this stranger’s chest.

He’s so solid and comforting. I can’t help but wrap my arm around him and fist his shirt in my hand, holding on tight to the first man who’s ever made me feel even half of what I feel right now.

Chapter 4

Master Davis

We sit like that for a long time, me holding this sweet girl in my arms, gently rocking her while she pulls in shallow breaths. She’s being so brave, probably because she doesn’t want to get emotional in front of me.

My heart aches for her. I’m also shocked. What she described is human trafficking. From the Sky Lounge. I need to call my boss. I need to call the fucking police. But I won’t do that last part. Not yet anyway. Somehow I doubt Britney would agree to it, and I seriously doubt it will be my boss’s first suggestion either.

I work for Black Blade Protection. We specialize in mostly high-end private clients with specific needs that they would prefer to keep quiet about. My boss, Andres Phillips, started the agency after he got out of the Army five years ago. He has unique skills from years of working special ops, and he has gradually added to his team with other former military personnel who have the skills he needs.

I’m the latest to join the team. There are six of us. None of my co-workers are going to like this story, and I suspect Blade—we never call my boss Andres—is going to want to get involved. I also suspect Britney would not like to hear this, so I say nothing.

When Britney finally relaxes against me, her fingers no longer gripping my shirt like it’s a lifeline, I lift her chin and meet her gaze again. Her damn eyes are going to be the death of me. They suck me in deep every time I look directly at her. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, sweetie.” Why the hell have I started calling her by an endearment? Jesus.

She nods, her eyes wide and trusting. Thank God.

“Thank you for telling me the entire story. I don’t want to do anything rash, so why don’t we eat some dinner, and then you give me the keys to your apartment and a list, and I’ll go over and get some of your things.”

Her lips part, and I know she’s going to argue.

I narrow my gaze and tap her mouth like I did earlier. “No arguments. You can’t go to your apartment for any reason for a while. You were right not to go back there last night. Good instincts. I hate that you slept in your car, but at least you were safe. But under no circumstances will it happen again.”

She nods. “Thank you. For…everything. I promise I won’t get in your way here and I won’t stay long. Just a few days until I can figure something else out.”

I shake my head. “You’re not in my way. It’s been too quiet here. It’ll be nice having someone else around. I don’t want you to leave this house without me. Don’t even open the door. I have an alarm system that no one can penetrate, so you’re safe here. Got it?”

She nods again.

It feels so good holding her against me. It’s been a long time since I held a woman like this. I also know I’m looking at her through my Daddy eyes, and I need to stop that. She’s not a little. She’s not even in the fetish community. But it’s damn hard not to think of her that way. Especially since she’s so small and lost and trusting.

It’s also hard to imagine her stripping. I can’t reconcile that with the woman in my arms. She’s not wearing makeup. She’s dressed conservatively. And although I can tell she has a body that would make me salivate if I ever saw her naked, it’s not the usual kind of body men ogle at strip clubs.

I smile at her and lighten the mood. “I don’t have a lot of food in the house right now, but I think I have a pizza in the freezer. Will that work until I can order groceries?”

“Of course. I don’t want you to have to worry about me,” she repeats. “I can pay for food and stuff. I just appreciate you letting me stay a few days. And the sheets and towels too. That was very kind.”

As she sits up straighter, I take her shoulders and meet her gaze. “First of