So despite my effort to keep the status quo, we were going to need to fight our way out of here and that meant me waking up the sleeping beauty in my lap. I ran my fingers through her hair, just like I did every hour that I woke her to make sure she wasn't suffering from a concussion.
"Sarah." I kept my voice soft as to not scare her. I made that mistake in hour one and got a head butt to the chin for my efforts. "Sarah, it's time to wake up."
"Nooo," she groaned in response and it was such a sexy little sound that I once again found myself thinking repulsive thoughts just to keep my erection at bay.
It didn't help that she rolled her body, and head, further into my lap in an attempt to get more comfortable. One would think I would be used to this by now. It was a similar move she did every hour.
THIRTY. SIX. FUCKING. TIMES. I was forced to tamper down the effect she had on me. If I didn't die of starvation, I would certainly die of blue balls.
"We need to figure out a way to get out of here."
That did the trick.
"What's the plan?" She pushed off my lap so fast that if it weren't for me spinning my head at the last second, I would've gotten whacked for a second time.
"How's your head?"
"The same as when you asked me the last time you woke me up. I'm fine. Now what's the plan to get out of here?"
I tried to read her expression in the dark, but I was coming up short. She sounded fine. No slurred words and the bump on the back of her head was very small. Maybe a mild concussion, but from everything I could tell, she was speaking the truth.
"We need to get their attention," I finally relented.
"How do we do that? They didn't come back for you last night." I could hear the pride in her tone at getting what she wanted. But what she didn't realize was I would've gladly taken more beatings over her getting hurt.
"By making as much noise as possible. Up until now we've been quiet but that's about to change. If they aren't going to come to us willingly, then I'm going to bring them to us."
"We."
"Huh?" I couldn't understand what she meant by that.
"Weare going to bring them to us. You're not alone in this. I've already proven I'm willing to help."
A picture of her falling back into the hole and smacking her head against the floor echoed through my mind.
"You can't afford to get hurt again," I reminded her. I watched in frustration as the outline of her arms crossed over her body. If there were enough light, I was sure I would see her perfect breasts pushed up by that little defiance.
Since when did I start thinking about her breasts?
Probably around hour three when they rubbed against my leg a few too many times. Now more than ever I was determined to get out of here, if for no other reason than I could put distance between us.
"Pot, meet kettle. You've been beaten multiple times. I only fell once."
"Yeah, on your head. All of my wounds are superficial. The same can't be said for a concussion."
"I don't have a concussion. I barely even have a headache and that's likely from lack of food and water."
Barely? I wanted to scream that she should've told me sooner about her headache, but it was no use. Sarah was proving she had a thick damn skull. There was probably a good chance she cracked the floor rather than her head at this point.
"Another reason we need to get out of here. I have no intention of starving to death."
"Then let's stop the arguing and get back to planning. You said make as much noise as possible. What else?"
"We wait until night. That's when they took me and it was only ever three men at most. I figure more might be sleeping but I can fight off three men so we can get off the ship."
"How are we getting off the ship?"
"By finding a boat."
