Page 31 of Bound by Vengeance
With no effort at all, he leans down and picks me up from the floor, carrying me to my room. He sets me gently down on the bed then removes my shoes, tossing them to the floor. When he grabs my oversized T-shirt, my brows pinch together. He’s not going to change me, is he?
“Up,” he demands, and my arms go.
Ryker doesn’t remove my bra, just pulls the large shirt over my head then unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down my legs.
I instantly dampen from this act, having wanted this exact thing so many times before, and here it is, happening while I’m piss-ass drunk.
Ryker grabs the garbage can, putting it next to my bed, which is a very thoughtful and smart thing to do. He then pulls the covers over top of me, brushes his lips over my forehead, and then leaves the room. I instantly pass out.
It’s the only peace I can seem to find in my head.
C H A P T E R E L E V E N
I’d lost count of the days I’ve spent with Austyn. We’ve come up with a routine. Not one that I’d like to do forever, in that she can keep her hair shit to herself, but one I can tolerate for now.
It’s been five days since Austyn’s drunken fest at the clubhouse. She needed to unwind, that’s why I let it go on for as long as I did, but when I started seeing some of the guys from another charter giving her the eye, I moved in.
Fuck that. No one touches Austyn.
“Can you bring me the plates please?” Austyn asks with her hands in a tub of sudsy water. I do as she asks and hand them to her. “Thanks.”
She looks hot as hell, and my hands itch to touch her.
After dishes, we move to the couch, where we lie down, watching some stupid as hell reality show where these assholes go into the woods naked and expect to survive. Fucking morons.
The show doesn’t matter, though. Austyn is curled up beside me with my arm wrapped around her. Her eyes are almost fully closed and her breathing even. Every night she falls asleep like this. Every night. It’s a step.
She thought I was with that brunette, and my dumb ass hasn’t told her any differently. I should have right away. It’s the second time she assumed I was with someone else.
That chick was nothing. She wanted more, but no way, not when I have Austyn. Truth, I haven’t been with anyone since Austyn was attacked. It’s also why my cock is so fucking hard all the time. Jacking off in the shower isn’t enough.
We lay for a long time, but I change the channel because that shit isn’t for me and find a chopper show.
My cell rings. It’s a number I don’t recognize. I take it, anyway.
“Yeah?”
“Matthew?”
Only my family calls me Matthew. I got rid of that name when they banished me from home. Matthew doesn’t exist anymore, only with them.
“Who is this?”
There’s a hesitation on the other end. “It’s Samantha.”
My body locks for a moment, then I move out from under Austyn and rise from the couch. I haven’t talked to my sister Samantha since I left my mother’s home when she was only eight.
“What’s wrong?”
More hesitation, and then her voice is quiet. “I need to leave. Me and my two babies. We have to get out of here.”
I rip my hand through my hair as I pace the living room. “Are you hurt?”
“No.” The answer comes immediately. “I just can’t live like this anymore. Can you come and get me?”
This is strange on so many levels, especially since I haven’t talked to her in so long. Part of me wants to rip out of there and go get her, but the logical side of me needs to know this isn’t a setup of some kind. Some may say the world has made me cynical. I say it’s made me smart.
“How’d you get my number?”
