anything that might have snuck into your system,” he explains as he reaches over to a first aid kit.
I don’t say anything as he gently spreads ointment on my thigh and carefully wraps a clean white bandage around it. He hands me two oval pills and a bottle of water, and like a good girl, I swallow them down. I wipe water from my mouth, and we both stand up.
“You do pretty good on your knees, Glow Worm,” I declare, and we both smile.
“Good, you’re calling me Glow Worm again. That means I’m out of the doghouse.”
“Barely,” I warn him before I move away from him and start dressing into the clean uniform he left for me on the bench. When I’m clothed, I turn around, finding him stripping down and tossing his wet clothing onto the floor with a slap.
“You gonna escort me back to solitary naked?” I ask. “I gotta admit, the view would be good, but things might shrink up from the cold.”
He snaps a towel at me, making me squeal and laugh as I jump out of reach. “Your solitary sentence is over, so you’re going back to your regular cell now,” he tells me. “And you don’t have to worry about anything shrinking while you’re around,” he tells me before moving over to the bench and grabbing a new uniform that he left out for himself.
“Good to know,” I tell him, as I brush my fingers through my hair and start braiding it.
I’m doing everything I can to avoid looking at the very hard, very large dick standing up between his legs. I may have let what happened go for now, but I’m not rewarding his behavior. He’s going to have to make it up to me with a few more orgasms and pampering before his cock gets any attention.
When we’re both fully clothed, Rook escorts me out of the showers, and we take a long, winding walk from one building to another, until we’re back in the building for minor offenders.
Back at my cell, Rook opens the door for me, and I find myself sighing happily at my familiar four walls. “It’s good to be home,” I joke, falling onto the bed with a bounce. This place is so much better than solitary. I don’t even mind the sound of someone urinating down the hallway.
Rook closes the cell door, watching me through the bars. “This isn't your home, Sinclair,” he says quietly, and my smile drains away at the seriousness of his tone.
“It is for now.”
But he shakes his head, not accepting my answer. “This is a hideout. Not a home.”
I narrow my eyes. Dude goes down on me once and gets forgiven, and now he’s ready to double down on pissing me off again?
“If you have something to say, say it,” I grind out, sitting up straight to look at him.
“Ooh, Sinclair and the PG are fighting!” someone shouts from one of the other cells.
“Shut up!” I call back before getting up and walking over to him. “Say it,” I repeat to Rook.
He lets out a breath. “Fine. It was cowardly of you to run instead of facing Alpha Bowen or your matriarch and patriarch. You should’ve just confronted them and told them your thoughts. Not run away to hide in this shithole.”
My back prickles with offense. “Just because you fucked me once and gave me”—I start to count how many orgasms but give up when I pause for too long—“a bunch of orgasms, doesn’t mean you know shit about my life. You have no idea what you’re talking about, so you can shove that judgmental tone and your unsolicited advice up your tight ass,” I snap. “I’m a problem solver, not a fucking coward.”
“No?” he tosses back. “Then prove it. Stop hiding. Don’t try to up your sentence. Don’t try to stay here. Find another way to solve the problem. Find a way you can face them and take control of your life.”
“Easy for you to say,” I snap. “You didn’t grow up the way I did. You have no clue what I’m up against.”
Rook inhales audibly, and I can tell he’s about to retort with more shit, but I cut him off. “Just go away before you really piss me off, Rookie,” I say, suddenly exhausted. “I don’t want to fight again, and you’re totally ruining my post-orgasm bliss.”
He huffs and runs his fingers through his hair. He watches me for a beat and then breathes a soft laugh out through