Page 49 of Straight, No Chaser
Eli cries out for her, but I’ve got to fucking protect him too. I roll his fingers around the landscape railing. “Stay right here. Do not move.”
He cringes from the gruff tone of the mean voice he hates but always obeys. I race to her, my body pulsing hotter than the black pavement, as the rest of the world fades away. Even disregarding Boz dragging the bastard away on the other side. I just have to get to her.
As gentle as I can, I cup her face, lifting up her gaze to meet mine. “Are you okay?”
“It’s Hunter. He’s here.”
Rage screams in my ears like a tornado. What the ever living fuck? Motherfucker’s supposed to be in jail. Somebody on my team fucked up and just sealed their death sentence for not letting me know he’s out of prison. And that he touched her.
She tucks her shivering body into my chest, weeping with fear. “Did he hurt you?”
Her head shaking scrapes across my polo. “No, he just scared me. I thought he was going to hit me.”
More than enough reason for him to die. I guide her back to the front, sitting her on the curb next to Eli. Who instantly cuddles against her. Their arms sliding around each other for comfort and reassurance.
With them soothing each other, I scan the circle that’s congregated. Boz gets in one more huge punch to the bastard’s gut before men start to intervene. Takes six fucking guys to pull the bodyguard off of the son of a bitch before he stumbles a few steps and then races off like the pussy he is.
That’s fine motherfucker. You run now while you can. I will fucking make you pay very soon. The anticipation of exacting sweet revenge on him fuels the monster within, already straining to be let loose after being silenced for so long. I dial down my fury, and squat down in front of them. Swiping the tears from her warm skin while she gives me a broken smile for Eli’s sake. “Let’s take her home, okay buddy?”
His tiny shoulders square, his own little storm of outrage from someone scaring the woman he loves like a mother. “Yeah, I’m going to take care of her.”
“I know you will.” Waiting for her to kiss his head, I take her other hand and help her up. “We both will.”
15
Chapter Fifteen
Istare at the ceiling. My gaze following the endless swirls in the plaster around and around. My body and mind too wired to sleep. Waiting for the message from my guys that they’ve found Hunter. Planning the punishments I’m beyond eager to inflict on him. Craving his blood and tears to avenge my girl.
Who I miss like a fucking pussy without her curled next to me where she belongs. I should be fucking grateful she’s safe in her childhood bed, sharing a room again with her little sister, while Eli’s tucked into the hide-a-bed sofa downstairs. Shaken up by Molly’s attack, he finally calmed down enough to play in the little cubbyhole created between the top of the mattress and couch frame. Genuine laughter filling the living room from Caroline playing with him, pretending like they were bears hibernating in a cave.
Contrasting with the heartbreak in the kitchen, where Molly cried with her mother and tried to reassure her father. Too upset to talk, Junior retreated to the barn. Taking his anger out on mucking stalls and fixing the wobbly ladder to the hay loft.
While I messaged Franklin, the sickest bastard I know, offering him the opportunity to come here and torture a motherfucker who enjoys mistreating women. Nothing he loves more than giving an asshole a taste of his own medicine. Although his cruelty is always much worse than the perpetrator's.
My body tenses when the wooden floor creaks from the hallway. Someone else is awake. Fuck me when the door slowly opens, and Molly steps inside. Her pensive gaze zeros in on mine. No words between us as she strides to the bed, lifting the covers and curling in around me. As desperate for me as I am for her.
I don’t ask her if she’s all right because I damn well know she isn’t. Neither of us are. Both of our bodies coiled tight with stress and indignation. Instead, I stroke her forehead, brushing the long hair away from her beautiful face so I can see her as she rests her head on my chest.
She looks up at me, so despondent and forlorn. All of her earlier contentment stolen by that motherfucking bastard. That I’ve got to find a way to give back to her. “What can I do to make it better?”
“Make love to me.”
Gladly. She crawls up my body, placing soft kisses on my mouth. Intoxicating me with the taste of her sweet strawberry lips. I let her take the lead, showing me what she needs. Soft hands push down my boxer briefs, my ready cock springing up as soon as the elastic slides past the head. Over and over, she strokes the taut skin, running her fingernails along the bulging vein. Feels so fucking amazing I swear to god I shiver under her touch. Fuck if my eyes don’t roll up in my head from her version of heaven she takes me to. Which I sure as hell must create in return for her.
I glide down her arm and inch up her over-sized t-shirt. God fucking damn. Baby's girl's commando under her improvised nightgown. Knowing full well what that temptation does to me.
Brushing over her silky folds, I dip just deep enough to make sure she’s ready to accept me. But I don’t linger. Not tonight. I don’t want any thoughts of that motherfucker in her mind while I’m fucking her. A breathless gasp accompanies her hips lifting. Seeking my comfort. Welcoming my love.
Unable to wait any longer, I roll on top of her. Eliciting a small giggle from the bed groaning under my shifting weight. With her parents’ bedroom immediately below us, I refuse to take her where her they can hear us.
I climb off the mattress, holding out my hand to help her up. She flips off the lamp switch, while I drop down onto the window seat. Salivating with absolute lust as she pulls her top over her head. Bathing her gorgeous body in nothing but the abundant moonlight. Making her glow even more beautiful if that’s fucking possible. I twirl my finger. Needing to see every inch of her naked splendor.
Her head shakes, defying my command. Fucking sexy as hell to see her confidence. Instead, she steps forward and straddles me, sliding her knees across the smooth wood while her sweet pussy hovers over my cock. Watching while I guide her hips lower and my dick slowly disappears inside her. So fucking tight and perfect.
She looks up, a vulnerability I fucking hate, clouding her gaze. "Sometimes it scares me how bad I need you."
Fuck me. So fragile and raw. Defenseless from the control that she entrusts me with. Unaware of her power over me. That I can never let her regret. The admission reaches to the deepest layers of my soul. That I thought for so long was too mangled, too wounded for any hope to flourish. To believe goodness still exists. Except the proof sits right here in front of me. "I'm always yours, angel."
