To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence 7)

What did that mean?

“They’re nosy. And they act protective, but you got hurt today.”

“That wasn’t anyone else’s fault except for that purse snatcher’s,” she told him. She rubbed her forehead. “I’m tired of arguing. I’m not ready to go to Dallas yet. If the two of you want to stick around, that’s up to you. I’ll see you both in the morning.”

“Good night then.”

Curt gave her a nod and Travis winked at her.

Dear Lord, help me. Maybe everyone was right. Trouble really did like to follow her around.

Curt frowned as he watched her walking away. He hadn’t thought about the fact she might refuse to return to Dallas. Although it was typical of Jenna to worry about inconveniencing people, he’d figured she’d want to get to Dallas quickly to support her parents.

“Surprised you, didn’t she? I didn’t realize she was such a stubborn thing. She seemed so sweet and docile before. This is a pleasant surprise.”

Curt turned to him. “What’s that mean?”

“Well, you might like the obedient type, but I like a little bit of brat in my subs.”

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Curt gaped at him then stepped forward and pointed at Travis. “Jenna is off-limits.”

“Says who?”

“Me.” Just the thought of Travis setting his sights on Jenna made his blood boil. Jesus, did every man who met her want her? He guessed he couldn’t blame them. Hell, yes, he could blame them. She was his.

“So, you do want her? Strange way to go about it. All you’ve done since you’ve gotten here is argue with her and upset her.”

Curt ground his teeth together, although he couldn’t really argue. There was something about Jenna that sent his emotions into overdrive. She brought out the caveman in him, which he acknowledged had always lurked beneath the surface, it was just that he usually had better control over himself.

“And Jenna isn’t a sub.”

“No? You sure about that?”

“Yes, I am.” Why the hell did he get the feeling that smug bastard knew something he didn’t?

“You don’t have to stick around. I’m perfectly capable of looking after her myself.”

Travis leaned back against the couch. “Oh, I think I’ll stay for a bit. This town is kind of growing on me.”

It was? Curt thought he was mad. This place would drive him crazy in a week.

“Want to toss for the couch?”

“Sure,” Curt said pulling out a coin. “What’ll it be?”

“Heads,” Travis replied.

He flipped it. Heads. Wonderful.

Travis rose from the couch. “Great. Wasn’t looking forward to trying to sleep on this tiny thing. Good night.” He slapped Curt’s shoulder as he went by. “Oh, Curt?”

“Yeah?” Curt snapped without turning, his gaze on the short, lumpy couch.

“Claim her soon. I don’t think I’m the only one who’s interested.”

Fuck.