Page 79 of Riot's Thorn
The next thing I remember is standing in my living room, every single piece of furniture in pieces, the kitchen appliances dented in, counters knocked to the ground, and holes in nearly every single wall. The only two things spared were the rats’ pantry and my corner. I made use of the corner once I realized what I’d done and had to sit there for a good hour before I felt calm enough to think rationally.
I might’ve made a mistake by not allowing her to get her dad’s affairs in order and take care of the things she had going on in her life before me. There’s really no point, since she doesn’t belong in that world anymore, but she obviously sees it differently. I had two choices: I could either bring her back kicking and screaming, or I could let her do what she needs to do and, while she’s doing that, clean up the mess I made.
Since I don’t know shit about home renovation, I shot Lucky a text before leaving to find my girl. He did a lot of the work when he renovated his place, so I figured he could do the same for me. Judging by that phone call, I need more work done than he did at his place.
I shoot him a text asking if he’ll find me a contractor and architect. The first text I get back is a middle finger emoji. Tenminutes later, he sends the date and time to meet the two he picked out at my place.
Good man.
Inside Parker’s cabin, things have been pretty boring. Three of the security team left while two remained. Parker got them settled and had groceries delivered. Now, the three of them are eating some kind of sandwiches and oven fries. It looks good, making my stomach growl, but sustenance will have to wait. I’m not ready to leave her. She needs my protection. I can’t trustthem.
She shouldn’t be in there with two men I don’t know. Parker is the most incredible woman in the world, so it goes without saying they’ll be attracted to her. Did she tell them she’s taken?
One of them says something funny, making Parker laugh and give themmysmile. Mine. The same one she gives me when she thinks I’m being sarcastic. I’m not, but she doesn’t need to know that. I keep a tally of how many times she gives away what’s mine so once she’s back where she belongs, I can take each one out on her ass.
Every once in a while, her lips flatten, and she stares out the window. Is she thinking of me? Does she miss me? Does she regret leaving me without a word or even a letter?
I watch for hours as the two security guys go through the entire house, taking notes on entrances, windows, and locks. They’re thorough, which I appreciate, considering it’s the life of my future wife on the line. Good thing there’s no security system out there I can’t get past. The goal is to keep her safe, not keep me out.
Once that’s done, they move on to walking the property. Just because they don’t realize I’m here doesn’t mean they’re bad at their jobs. I’ve been hunting people for most of my life.
The sun begins to set, and I switch spots so I can see into the room Parker has taken over. Pulling a peanut butter sandwichout of my backpack, I sit on the forest ground and eat my dinner while I watch Parker shower. Her bedroom door is shut, and there are no other homes or trails close by, so she doesn’t even worry about drawing the blinds, giving me full viewing pleasure.
She pulls her hair up and secures it with a clip before placing a towel in what I assume is a towel warmer and turning the shower on. Almost immediately, steam rises from the spray—not like at our house, where you have to give it ten minutes to warm up. Walking back to the sink, she washes her face in a gleaming white vanity with a lighted mirror, and I can’t help but notice all the other differences between my bathroom and what Parker’s apparently used to.
The shower looks like something out of a magazine. It’s in the corner of the bathroom, with floor-to-ceiling windows for you to enjoy the view of being in nature, or so I can enjoy the view of her. The tiles have a pearlescent finish, making them shift from pink to purple depending on the lighting, and the hardware is brushed gold. There’s even a freestanding tub that looks deep and big enough, even I could enjoy it.
An ugly emotion builds in my gut. I’m not sure what it is, but it has me looking away. If Parker thought she was better than me, she didn’t show it. Not that I would have picked up on it anyway. Sometimes, I can miss cues, but she never outright complained about my place. But now I see what she’s used to, I wonder if our house was one of the reasons she left.
I rip a piece of the sandwich off with my teeth, not tasting anything, until I realize this isn’t a problem. My bank account can handle some nicer finishes and maybe even an addition. I can make the cabin fit for her. What do I need the money for anyway? My woman is rich. We don’t need my savings or even my income. Hell, I’d stop working altogether and be her man-servant if she wanted, maybe be a stay-at-home dad once we have kids.
I run a hand through my hair.Kids? I never thought I’d want any, but I’ll bet Parker wants a few. And since my life is but to serve her, I’ll gladly pump her full of cum and knock her up as many times as she’d like. My cock twitches, which reminds me Parker is showering, and I’m missing the show.
My sandwich falls from my hands when I take in my woman standing underneath the spray of a hot shower. Her soft skin is glistening, and her head is tilted back as she rinses shampoo from her long hair. The position thrusts her big tits out, as if she’s offering them up to me. My mouth waters at her pebbled nipples I love sucking on. Her legs are together with one knee bent, making a perfect V between her thighs. The feminine curves and lines of her body are such a fucking turn-on.
I pop the button of my jeans and unzip, giving my growing cock some breathing room. He’ll need it, especially when she turns around and shows me her peach of an ass. This experience is blowing my mind. I’ve seen thousands of people naked at the club, and my dick doesn’t even twitch. It’s not about looks or body parts to me; it’s about feeling the buzz of taking someone under my command. It’s about seeing the anticipation in someone’s eyes and smelling their fear. That’s the turn-on. That’s where my arousal comes from.
Except with my future wife. Everything about her gets me hard.
Fuck, she’s just washing her body, and I’m going to come in my pants. Her hands roam up and down each of her arms before lowering to her breasts. Her palms round the underside before moving up and over her nipples. Then, she moves lower, over her abdomen and, hell yeah, right between her legs, where her hand stays. Wait, is she—? Yes, she is. She’s getting herself off.
Something in my periphery draws my attention, pissing me the hell off because I want to watch Parker masturbate more than I want my next breath. Looking to the right, I see one ofher security team, and of course, it’s one of the men. If he keeps going the way he is, he’ll be walking right past my woman and see her in a private moment. That’s unacceptable.
The ants and beetles have already claimed the rest of my sandwich, so I leave it there, but I tuck my backpack behind the tree. If I hurry, I can go left and round the whole house in time to sneak up behind him without him seeing a sliver of my woman’s flesh.
For a big guy, I can move quietly, and I’m stealthy. My feet barely make a sound as I move through the forest. With seconds to spare, I spot the asshole, and before he knows I’m there, I get him in a chokehold. He flails and goes for his belt, where his radio, knife, and gun are, but he’s bent backward enough, the pressure I put on his carotid preventing him from reaching them.
It doesn’t take long for him to start to go down, and I go down with him until I’m certain he’s out. He doesn’t deserve to die, but a little nap never hurt anyone. By the time he wakes up, she’ll be presentable. Really, I did him a kindness because if he had seen her in the shower, hereallywould deserve to die, and he doesn’t strike me as someone who’s ready to go out.
Knowing this’ll cause an inflated response and soon there will be cops and more security roaming the forest looking for me, I decide it’s a good time to grab my own little nap. After a few hours, everyone will go home, and I’ll only have the security guys to contend with again.
I sure hope Lucky has cleaned the place up a bit; otherwise, I won’t have anywhere to nap. I might not have thought this renovation plan all the way through.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
PARKER
Iwake up groggy and out of it. After reporting Bodhi getting choked out to the cops and them doing a sweep of the area, it was well into the morning hours. If it were Bart’s people, why didn’t they break in and finish the job? It doesn’t make sense. Unless he wants to scare me. In that case, he succeeded because I’m officially freaked out.
