Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) by Dakota Trace Page B

she didn’t want to chance him slipping away again – even if he was being a total dick. She’d – no, they would get through the protective shell he’d surrounded himself with – no matter what it took.
     
    “Did you know he thinks we don’t love him?”
     
    Jude’s statement nearly had her sending the rental into the ditch. “What the fuck?”
     
    Jude nodded. “Yep, he thinks we only care about him as an occasional third and nothing else.” He ran a hand through his hair. He looked like he wanted to hit something.
     
    “That tupoy. I’m going to warm his ass. Why the hell would he think that? Since I met you, it’s only been him and you. I didn’t even play with any other sub than him before you finally gave me your submission.”
     
    He leaned his head back as he stared at her in shock. “Really? You didn’t play with anyone – what about Bryan Sterling?” he asked, referring to the sub whose scene he interrupted when he’d first starting courting his Mistress.
     
    “That wasn’t play – it was punishment. Even my love for you and Micah won’t keep me from performing my duties as the owner and Head Domme at Olivia’s . It’s my responsibility. Now answer my question. Did he tell you why he thinks he’s so worthless?”
     
    Jude sighed. “Yeah, he gave me some cockamamie story about how we let him go so easily it was obvious he didn’t matter.”
     
    Fury washed over Olivia. The emotional highs and lows she’d experienced since finding out about Micah’s attack were consumed by the all-burning need to prove once and for all to her runaway sub that he was destined to be hers – and Jude’s. She was going to disabuse him of that notion immediately.
     
    “We’ll see about that.” She gripped the steering wheel tightly- staring at the darkened highway – willing the miles separating them from Micah to disappear faster.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jude glanced over at Olivia after they pulled into the darkened driveway beside the safe house Ethan had found for them. He took a deep breath. This was is it. Either all hell was going to break loose, or Micah was going to be a good sub and soothe their Mistress’s ruffled feathers. Personally he hoped it was the later. Perhaps if they cleared the air, they could get around whatever wedge Micah was using to keep them at arm’s length.
     
    Leaning over, he shut off the ignition before glancing around at their surroundings. Sitting back at least a half mile from the entrance access, the home looked like several of the others they’d passed. Two stories high, with an inordinate amount of tangle-vine creeping up its sides, it was perfect. It didn’t look as if it had been lived in for years. If it hadn’t been for the shiny black SUV and the tendril of smoke coming out of the chimney, he’d have assumed it was abandoned. He couldn’t tell much about the land in the dark, but he’d definitely explore tomorrow to make sure his loves were safe.
     
    He turned in his seat to face the quiet woman. She hadn’t even unbuckled her seatbelt yet. He wanted to touch her but like C-4, she had to be handled carefully. The last thing he wanted was a pissed off Domme going off on his ass – especially when it wasn’t something he done. Especially considering my ass is sore enough, thank you very much.
     
    “Mistress?” He spoke softly. She’d been silent since he’d told her of Micah’s reasoning. The only thing he was grateful for is that she’d pulled over at his request and allowed him to drive. He knew she’d needed to think – to hopefully calm herself before they got there, but he didn’t want to risk her life or his behind the wheel because she was distracted.
     
    “I’m fine, pet.” She sighed and he could feel the weariness radiating off her. “My first instinct is to go in there, kick his ass and then collar him.” She looked over at him. “But then I remember how special your collaring was and I won’t deprive him. We can do