Page 22 of Love Fire

I shake her. “Erin? What? What? Talk to me!”

She takes my wrists and pulls them away from her shoulders. She looks down at her feet. Scrapes and dirt cover them. I just realize she’s wearing one of my shirts.

Finally, she speaks. “Brent, I can’t put you in danger.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?”

She places her hands over my chest. I don’t know if she’s begging or pushing me away. I can only stare at her with a pleading, and shameful, look.

“Please, you’ll be in danger because of me. I can’t do that to you.”

I shout in desperation. “Why? What’s going on that you’re not telling me?”

My voice almost breaks. What’s wrong with me? Why does she get me to react this way? If there’s something hurting her, I can take care of it no problem.

Yet she doesn’t tell me anything! Just as she’s doing right now. Her eyes wander off. As if she’s trying to detach herself from reality.

“Erin, I know I haven’t been the best listener or the best anything. I need you to tell me what’s going on right now.”

I keep going even though I feel like my feelings will get hurt. “Did I hurt you in some way when we…?”

She shakes her head. I feel a little better. Sort of.

“Did you not like it?”

She chuckles, but it sounded more of a choked sob. “That’s not it. At all. It’s just that…”

Her voice trails off. She looks over my shoulder again. I quickly turn around, expecting an ambush. Nothing. More trees and mud.

“What are you looking at?”

She shakes her. “I thought I saw something,” she says.

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ERIN

Brent is pissed. In my short time knowing him, I’ve seen Brent get angry a lot. But I’ve never seen him this angry. I can practically see steam rising from where the rain hits his body.

He holds my arms tightly behind my back as he pushes me ahead. I look back to sneak a peek at him and get a scowl in return. That lights a fire in me. It's good that my hands are being restrained. Who knows what I’d be doing if I had free range to touch him, or myself.

The rain continues to pour as he leads me through the woods, the lights of the estate getting closer. I look back to sneak another peak at him, his wet clothes cling to his fit body. I can see the curve of each pec and every one of his abs.

I wonder if he’s checking me out as well. I can feel how tightly the wet shirt I stole is clinging to me. All my curves are on display. It’s a shame he’s behind me, the cold of the night rain has hardened my nipples. Honestly, my nipples are sticking out so far, he might be able to see them from behind.

I don’t look back. I don’t want to know. But his grip tightens on my arms. I want him now, before he has the time to calm down. I want all his fury.

We finally make it back to his estate and Brent shoves me inside. The both of us stand in the entryway, dripping water everywhere. Before I can do anything, Brent slams me against the wall.

Yes, I can’t help but think, me and Brent are on the same page. My underwear is soaked, and not just from the rain. His anger is still very visible as the two of us just stare face to face in silence as he holds me against the wall.

“I can’t have you running off,” he says with a growl. “This can’t go unpunished.”

Oh god, yes. I can’t even speak at first my head is swimming. I need him so badly. “Okay,” I say, finally gaining enough focus. “Punish me.”

Brent seems taken aback. He was not expecting that type of response. But luckily his anger does not subside.

“I need you,” I continue. With one hand, I slip my hand into his pants. I use the other hand to pinch my breasts through my shirt. “Fuck me, please. Right here. Right now.”

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