Page 35 of Finding Home with You

“Used to what?” I ask, squeezing her hand in mine.

Erin looks up at me, her eyes filled with sadness. “He used to…” she whispers and I can tell she’s struggling with how much she doesn’t want to tell me this. It breaks my heart seeing her like this, knowing that this is a part of her life that neither of us will ever be able to escape from. Taking a deep breath, she tries again. “My dad and my family weren’t the only thing I ran away from, Ryan. They weren’t the only ones who destroyed me.”

“Fuck,” I murmur as I pull her against me, wrapping my arms around her and holding her in a tight embrace. Even though they are words I was expecting to hear, it still feels like my heart is being ripped from my chest and it’s in this second that I know I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep Erin safe.

Even if it means I have to kill this motherfucker with my bare hands.

It’s still dark when the alarm rings out, cutting through the quiet of the room. Erin stirs in my arms as I reach out to silence it. I’m already awake, have been for hours as I’ve mentally run through all the things I need to do today.

We didn’t talk much more last night. Not after she’d confessed to having been in a relationship with this fucking Macklin character. A man I now know is not only running Fitzgerald’s crew but is also involved in some seriously dangerous shit. I really need to pass this info onto the boss, but before that happens there is someone I need to talk to first.

Scrubbing my hand down my face in frustration, I know it’s gonna be a long fucking day today. And it’s one that’s now been made a million times worse on account of the fact I’m going to have to make a detour on the way back to Boston.

“Are you leaving?” Erin murmurs, as she wraps her arm around me.

I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, I have to, babe. I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” she mumbles. “I figured you would.”

“I’m gonna talk to Finn before I go though,” I continue, sliding my hand down her back. “Get him up to date with what’s happening in Boston. Make sure he keeps an eye on things here, keeps me in the loop with anything that happens.”

“He already does,” she says against my shoulder. “He’s okay with everything, says I can call him whenever I need to, Ryan. You don’t need to worry.”

A knot of tension starts to form in my stomach at her words and I don’t know if it’s because Finn is here for Erin when I’m not or because he’s known about all of this for far longer than I have. Maybe it’s both, but either way, it pisses me off.

“I do worry, Erin,” I say, rolling us over so I’m lying on top of her, my body completely covering hers. “I don’t want it to be Finn taking care of you,” I continue, pinning her hands above her head. “That’s my job and it pisses me off that he’s the one doing it. That he’s been fucking doing it for all these years.”

“Ryan,” Erin whispers as she squirms beneath me, still half asleep.

I tighten my grip on her wrists, holding them in one hand as I move the other between us, grabbing my cock and positioning it against her. Erin widens her legs in response and I immediately push into her in one hard thrust that makes her gasp.

“You don’t need to worry,” she moans, arching beneath me.

“I do fucking worry, Erin,” I say, my jaw tight as I force the words out between thrusts. With one hand holding her arms above her, I hook my other arm under her thigh, hitching it higher as I continue to push inside her. “Things are going to change now,” I continue, my grip tight as I pull all the way out before slamming my dick back into her pussy, our hips crashing together. Erin widens her legs even more, hooking the other around my hips, and I prop my body up on my elbow to get more leverage. “No more key under the mat,” I say, never stopping my movements. “No more going out without telling someone where you’ll be,” I continue. “No more…”

“Shut the fuck up and just fuck me, Ryan,” she says, yanking an arm from my grip. She slides her hands into my hair, her fingers gripping it tightly as she pulls me closer, slamming her mouth against mine.

I practically growl, our teeth clashing together as we kiss each other hard. I let go of her other arm, hooking both of mine around her back now as I pull her up and sit back on my heels. Erin straddles my lap and with my arms tight around her, I work her against me, lifting her up and down on my dick over and over again.

As I watch her ride me, her whole body covered in sweat as her tits bounce in rhythm with our movements, Erin moves a hand to her clit, her fingers rubbing furiously as she works her own body in sync with mine.

“You’re going to do what I tell you to do,” I say, my fingers digging into her skin.

“I don’t do what anyone tells me to do, Ryan,” Erin moans, her eyes closed as she continues to rub at her clit.

My fingers tighten; stilling her as I hold her body above me so just the tip of my dick is inside her. Gritting my teeth, I wait until she opens her eyes and meets my stare. “You don’t have an option here, Red,” I growl, before slamming her pussy down on my cock, thrusting my hips up into her at the same time.

Erin says nothing, just moans loudly. I lift her off me now, flipping her over so she’s on her knees. Grabbing my cock, now glistening with her juices, I position it against her swollen pussy. Reaching forward, I grip her shoulder and say, “This is not up for discussion,” before thrusting into her again.

“Fuck,” she screams, throwing her head back as I start to pound furiously into her. My whole body feels wired and ready to explode, my skin on fire with both anger and lust.

I don’t stop, slamming my hips against her ass as I ram my dick into her pussy over and over again. Erin moves her hand between her legs and continues her relentless assault of her clit, eventually letting out a long moan as she starts to come.

I can feel her pussy clenching around my now throbbing cock and that’s all it takes. I slam into her one last time as I feel my balls tighten and I explode inside her, coming harder than I ever have before.

I collapse against her, my chest pressed to her back, as we both fall to the bed, my dick still buried deep inside her. I know I’m probably smothering her, but I don’t move. Unable to as my chest heaves and my heart pounds against my ribcage.

“So that’s what angry fucking feels like,” Erin eventually says, her words jumbled against the pillow.

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