Page 62 of Bound by Vengeance
“Oh, Ryker!” she calls out as our pace quickens.
I pop my feet flat on the bed, knees cocked up, and meet her each and every time. Her body falls to me, lips attaching to mine as she kisses and tries to breathe at the same time.
Wrapping my arms tightly around her back, I still her movements, taking her lips. I violently thrust my hips repeatedly, squeezing my ass muscles, trying to make my cock penetrate further.
Holding her immobile, her lips fall from mine as she moves her face to my neck. I continue to hammer into her.
Austyn’s wetness is heard throughout the room, along with her pants, mewls, and cries.
Her pussy walls contract around my cock, making the slide in and out more difficult but so much better.
“Ryker!” she screams loud enough to shake the walls of the room. Only then do I allow my cock to burst inside her. The muscles in my abs jump with each squirt of my release until everything is spent.
Austyn’s body relaxes into mine, her breathing matching my very own. Sweat coats both our skin. I reach up, cradling the back of her neck, and pull her lips to mine.
This is exactly what I want to wake up to every fucking morning of my life.
Yes, I’m ruined.
“YOU’RE GOING TO COOK?” Austyn asks with a genuine smile on her face. One I’ve been getting a lot of since our excursion the other day. Each time she gives me one is a gift. Ones I take greedily.
Pulling out a pot and setting it on the stove, I tell her, “Yep. The one thing I remember from my mother’s cooking is hamburger, peppers, and cheese. You can’t go wrong with it.”
She leans against the doorframe, happiness radiating from her. “Sounds good. Do you want help?”
“Sure. Chop up the peppers.”
She enters the kitchen, stopping next to me, and we spend the next few hours cooking, eating, and laughing.
There’s a fight in her eyes that she tries to hide. One that wants to let everything go, yet she still finds herself holding back.
Lately, though, she’s been able to let loose and be with me. That’s another one of her gifts, only making me love her more.
MY CELL RINGS, the screen reading, Mom calling.
I lean down to Austyn. “Gotta take this.”
She moves off my lap and sits up on the couch. Then I make my way to the balcony with the door open and light a smoke.
“Yeah?”
“Matthew?” The voice is hushed, so much so I can’t make out who it is.
“Who is this?”
There’s a hesitation, then, “It’s Breanna.”
I inhale deeply. This can’t be good.
“Samantha told me to call you,” she continues.
I’m hoping this is a call to get her out of that house. I was going to do it on my own. Just, with Austyn, I haven’t been focusing on it. I need to. This is my wakeup call. I need to pay more attention.
“Okay,” I lead, trying to get her to tell me what she wants. If she doesn’t want to leave, then it won’t matter because she’ll just go back. I’ve always assumed she didn’t want to be in that life, but I could be far off the mark.
“Samantha said you were going to get her out.”
“Yes.” I have to keep reminding myself she’s only fifteen, almost sixteen, but fuck, it’s like pulling teeth to get her to talk.
