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“Bren,” I shout. Her head swings up at my call, and she drops her knife, stumble-running towards me and throwing herself into my arms, sobbing.

“Thank fuck,” I whisper, swinging her up in my arms, knowing that Beau has Ellie. We only stop long enough for Reaper to check on her and then Ellie.

I ignore the carnage around me as I get in the car, never once letting go of the woman that’s come to mean the world to me. My heart, which felt like it had stopped beating from the moment we realised they were missing, was back to beating evenly now that she was in my arms.

Beau drives us from the scene at a much calmer pace than how we arrived. I’ve never seen him like he’d been tonight, it seems all it took was a Crow woman to make us pull our heads out of our arses.

Chapter 20

BREN

It’s been nearly a week since we’d been kidnapped, and we’ve been coddled, smothered, and loved by everyone. I loved my family, and I knew they were worried about Ellie and me. That first week, they watched us like hawks, jumping up and getting whatever we wanted. I was ready to explode from all the hovering, added in that Alec hasn’t touched me once since that night, other than to hold me every night.

So not only was I a moody bitch, I was a grumpy, horny, moody bitch and liable to snap someone’s head off if they looked at me wrong, which is why I was taking all my feelings out on a punching bag in the gym.

“Wow, you must be feeling bad if you’re here in my gym voluntarily,” Carly teases, walking up to me and standing, watching me beat the hell out of the bag. Lexi was in her car seat on the floor a little way from me, cooing away, not bothered at all by all the noise around her.

Glaring at Carly, I punch out again just like she’d shown me all those years ago. I wasn’t a fitness fanatic like she was but that didn’t mean that I slacked off. I liked my food too much to not exercise.

“What’s got you all bent out of shape then?” Carly wants to know, grabbing hold of the bag and stopping me.

Lifting a hand to my mouth, I rip the Velcro on the gloves to loosen them so that I can remove them. I’m covered in sweat, and my arms feel like noodles. Maybe I’ve overdone it a little bit.

Dropping my gloves at my feet, I glare at my friend for no other reason than she was brave enough to ask me.

“I’m horny, okay,” I all but growl at her. “Alec’s treating me like spun glass, and all I want is to remember I’m alive. I think a good hard dicking is the way to make me feel that way.”

I’m louder than I intend to be by the deafening silence in the gym. Looking away from Carly, I see that it’s mostly my family; the men are looking a little green, but the women are smiling. The O’Sheas that are in the gym are outright laughing, and standing front and centre to it all is Alec, who’s looking a little stunned.

Carly’s bent over, laughing hard at me. Picking up my towel, I slap it at her. A growl has me looking over my shoulder, and my eyes widen as Alec prowls towards me. I’m not kidding; he’s literally prowling, his eyes heated as they zoom in on me, not letting my gaze go until he’s right in front of me.

“You only had to ask, baby,” he informs me as he bends and lifts me over his shoulder, saying to Carly as we leave, “Look after your niece for a bit; I’m going to make sure her mother gets what she needs.”

I’m laughing and laugh harder when both my brothers and Dad make sounds of disgust as we leave the main gym.

Alec slaps open the stockroom door and sets me on my feet. “A good dicking, huh?” he growls, turning me around and placing my hands on the door. “Don’t move them,” he instructs.

My lower belly clenches at his command, and I shiver slightly. Alec pushes up against my back, his grip tight around my waist.I shiver again when he nips at my earlobe. “Feeling a little frustrated, Bren? Your man not taking care of you?” His hand disappears down the front of my workout shorts, and he hisses when he finds me wet and needy.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked; let’s see how quick you can come for me,” he rasps out, then sucks on my neck not seeming to care that I am still sweating. As he adds pressure to my clit, running his finger around it in small circles, I find that I don’t care either, especially when he alternates pushing them deep in me and then back up to work my clit. I can feel my orgasm barrelling towards me at speed. I come as he makes one last sweep across my clit and back into my pussy. I cry out as I clench tight around his fingers, so tight I’m sure it’s hurting him. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes,” I hiss out, slamming a hand against the door as I ride his hand.

“That’s it, baby, come for me just like that,” Alec croons in my ear. He continues to work me until I’m a panting mess, leaning weakly against him.

“Feel better?” he croons, nuzzling my neck as he pulls his hands from my shorts.

I nod, “Much better, but having your cock in me would be better.”

Alec spins me around so fast my head spins. I lean back against the door.

“You want my cock, huh?” he rumbles, rocking his hips against me. His cock is hard; slipping my hand into the front of his gym shorts, I grip him in my hand, and he hisses as he bucks up against me.

“Alec, I’d like you to put your cock in me and fuck me so hard that I forget everything except me and you.”

“Holy fuck, Bren,” he groans hoarsely, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, he strips them down my legs. I help by pushing his shorts down, leaving him bare except for my fist still gripping his hard cock.

Hooking an arm around my knee, he lifts my leg, bends his knees, and drives up into me, making me gasp and throw my head back at how good it feels.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I moan, “missed this.”

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