She bit her lip. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? This isn’t your fault. None of it is. Just do as they say and they won’t have a reason to try to harm you. I won’t fight them. Your safety comes first.”
“What are you saying to her?” Randy sounded pissed. “Come on and stop stalling.”
Brawn’s head whipped around and he growled low. “She’s frightened.” He stared at Becca again. “Hold on to me. I wasn’t angry with you. It was directed at me. Now is not the time to discuss it.”
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He hooked one arm around her waist, lifted and his other arm caught her behind her knees, trapping the nightshirt to maintain her modesty as he hoisted her up. He slowly turned to study the men with narrowed eyes.
“I will move slowly. May I walk out now?”
Randy jerked his head at one of the guys and a very nervous Ray approached to unlock the chains and open the cage door. It did Becca’s heart good to see the sheer terror on those jerk’s faces over what Brawn could do to them. He was intimidating and a big, powerful guy. Without her, he probably could kick their asses.
“Come out,” Randy urged. “Nice and slow, kitty cat.” He raised his weapon, pointed it at Becca and frowned. “She will get hit first.”
“I won’t risk her life.” Brawn moved cautiously out of the cage, his steps slow and nonthreatening.
Fear and uncertainty battled inside Becca as they were led to a different room than the one where 919 had been chained. This one had a metal bunk and a camera mounted in the corner. A table had been set up in another corner. The door closed behind them and the goons kept their weapons pointed at them.
“Put her down and walk over to the cot,” Randy directed.
Brawn hesitated. “You don’t need to chain me. I said I wouldn’t fight.”
“Do as I say. That’s not up for debate. Strip off the clothes, lie down on your back and don’t fight when you are restrained. Got it?”
Brawn lowered her to her feet, released her and strode to the long, metal bed with bars for a headboard and a small bar for a footboard. A grimace flashed over his handsome features as he approached it and Becca purposely turned her back to spare him her stare as well. Ray rushed for Becca, aimed his gun at her face, while Randy tracked Brawn’s movements with his weapon. The other two men set theirs by the door and moved out of her line of sight to go after Brawn.
She heard the rustle of sweatpants being removed, the cot squeaked from his weight and chains rattled. Randy lowered his gun and stepped closer to her, gaining her full attention.
“Here’s what you’re going to do. You listening?”
“Yes.” She glared at him.
He spun, walked to the table where a tray of items had been laid out and held up a tube of something and a specimen cup. “Lube and a cup with a lid that you seal. Need I spell it out?” He glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “As soon as he gets off, you rush to that door and it will open. Ray will take the sample from you and Dean will shoot you if you try any shit.” His gaze lifted to the camera before giving her a warning glare. “I’m going to be viewing every damn thing you do. Don’t fuck with his chains or drag your feet from the time he gives it up until you take it to the door.” He turned fully to face her and walked closer with both items. “The doc wants at least eight samples this time.”
Becca’s eyebrows lifted. “Eight?”
Randy cocked his head and frowned. “Eight. You got a problem with that?”
“He might.” Heat warmed her cheeks. “That’s a lot.”
“Not for them.” Randy studied Brawn. “Been holding back from your girlfriend, huh? She a rotten lay or what?”
“She’s human,” Brawn answered with a deep, angry voice. “Not a Species female.”
A laugh escaped Randy and his frown disappeared. “Awe, isn’t that cute, guys?” He stepped closer to Becca. “Your boyfriend might be a kitty cat but they fuck like dogs in heat. The scent of a willing woman or one touching them will keep them hard and going for hours. He only needs about a twenty second recovery time and he’ll be good to stroke or suck off again.” He held out the tube and cup. “Don’t let him shoot in your mouth. Saliva mixed with sperm fucks up the sample. No spitting it into the cup.”
Becca woodenly accepted the items, hated Randy and hoped when her father arrived he’d lend her a gun. She’d like to shoot at Randy again and wouldn’t miss if given a second chance.
“Anything else?”
His gaze drifted down her. “Yeah. Maybe when you’re done with him, you could give me a hand.” He laughed as he turned away and strode to the door. “Hurry up if you want to eat or don’t want him hooked up to that machine. You’ve got two hours.”
The men left the room and Becca stood there with her back to the cot. Brawn was chained down naked. She stared at the tube and the sample cup, glanced at the table to see more cups set up and closed her eyes. This was going to be rough.
“Becca?” Brawn spoke softly. “It’s okay. I’m restrained and can’t hurt you.”
“I’m not worried about that.” Her eyes remained closed. “I’m so damn sorry about this.”
“It’s no hardship.” He softly growled. “I am the one who feels guilty.”
That made her almost turn to him. “Why? You didn’t kidnap us.”
He hesitated. “This is going to be much easier on me than it will be on you. I will somehow make this right between us.”
She took a deep breath. “Why were you mad?” It bothered her how violently he’d reacted inside the cage after he’d made out with her…and so much more. “Did I do something? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to bite you.”
“I wanted you and was too out of control to risk it.” Honesty sounded in his voice.
She turned, kept her eyes closed and knew she’d have to open them. “I feel like I’m about to rape you or something.”
“Becca? Look at me.”
She did and it was a sight she’d never forget. His long frame was stretched out over the cot, every inch of him bare. He lay on his back and his cock jutted upward, thick and hard. Her gaze lingered there for seconds before jerking her focus to his face. He watched her calmly.
“I want you to touch me. I can’t lose control now. I feel guilty for that but it’s the truth. Am I sick for this?”
She took a step closer to him without thinking about it. “No.”
“I’m turned-on and you’re not. This is traumatic for you, I’m aware of that, yet I still ache to feel your hands on me.”
He glanced away, stared at the ceiling and his mouth tensed into a tight, firm line. Becca suddenly didn’t feel as uncomfortable as before. He’d gotten her off, it had been amazing and she wanted to do the same for him. She couldn’t help but wince over the presence of the camera but as she darted a look at it and realized she could block most everything with her body if she sat on the edge of the cot by his hip.
She squared her shoulders. “We’re a team. We’re going to get through this together.”
Her words seemed to surprise him and he met her steady gaze as she sat on the space between his hip and the edge of the cot. It wasn’t very wide. She placed the cup down next to her thigh to keep it pinned between them after twisting the lid off, opened the cap to the lube and spread some on her fingers. She couldn’t meet his gaze though.
“You ready?”
“Yes.” His stomach muscles tensed. “I’m sorry, Becca,” he whispered.
She finally looked up. “Don’t be. Just tell me before, um, you know.”
He nodded.
“What do you prefer?” She felt feverish from her flushed cheeks as she whispered, remembering to keep her voice down to give them some privacy. This probably was the most awkward sexual encounter she’d ever had. They weren’t kissing or lost in the moment. The room was cold, sterile and the guy was chained down while a sick bastard watched from another room. “Fast? Slow? I should know this since we’re a couple.” Her hand reached for his cock but hesitated an inch away.