Page 43 of Swallow Your Fear
He popped his finger out of my mouth, then brought it back to my pussy. He slid two into my entrance, and I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips.
His lips clamped down on my nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a hard suck. His tongue darted along the bud, his teeth grazing it, sending electricity sparking through my very veins. He lit me like a goddamn light bulb, and I never wanted to be turned off. This feeling was all I ever wanted, and I could die happy at his hands in this moment.
His fingers thrust in and out fast, the tips of them hooked just enough to hit that perfect spot deep inside me.My head tossed back, exposing my neck. His mouth released my breast, and I instantly missed him as he removed the digits as well.
Right as I opened my eyes to look up at him, he was placing my vibrator against my clit and clicking it on. Stars burst in my vision as he wrapped a large hand around my throat, pressing me into the bed. He added pressure, cutting off my air as my lower back arched the slightest bit. He watched my reaction as he clicked up the speed, the toy bringing me close to the edge I so desperately wanted to fall off of.
His hand lifted slightly, staying on my throat but giving me enough reprieve to allow me to breathe. I sucked in air, but all too quickly, he was cutting it off again, and my belly twitched as my orgasm rushed through me without warning.
My thighs clenched together as butterflies swarmed my insides, lighting every nerve on fire and cooling it with ice all at the same time. Booker let me breathe again as I released, and my scream rent through the air as he kept the toy on my clit.
My body shook, my thighs tense, as wave after wave rippled through me in every which way. Then, he removed his hand, setting it on the bed beside my head, and kept the vibrator on my clit as he slid his cock inside me. My orgasm peaked again with the feeling of him filling me.
“You’re so fucking tight after you come,” Booker hissed, moving his hips.
I moaned, the sound filling the room as he quickened his thrusts. He brought his hand around my neck again, cutting off my windpipe as hefucked me.
There was no holding back, no dodging our feelings. We were one and the same in this moment, and I wanted nothing else more than this.
He groaned before seating himself to the hilt, spilling inside me as my release kept coming. He slid the vibrator out from between us, clicking it off and tossing it to the comforter as he lightened his hold on my neck. I sucked in air as we stayed together, and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at me.
He removed his hand altogether, setting both on either side of my head. Booker dipped down, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. Then, he rolled off the side of me, wrapping his arms around my body to pull me closer to him. I rested my head on his tattooed chest, laying a leg over his muscular thigh. My fingers coasted over the swirls of ink, lingering on the puckered skin where various slices had healed over the years.
We fell asleep like that, with our feelings shouted into the universe and our bodies weaving them into permanent existence.
I wouldn’t be leaving, and he wouldn’t send me away.
The thought both terrified and excited me all the same, but I swallowed my fear and let Booker hold me until morning.
Chapter 18
Booker
Austin picked the lock with quick efficiency, getting us into the dark house in minutes. Cigarette smoke and a metallic tang stuck to the stuffy air, and with a glance at the kitchen counter, a long-forgotten cigarette butt had small tendrils of smoke rising from an ash-ridden dish.
Each window had black-out curtains covering them, making it hard to see much of anything, but we didn’t turn on any lights as we dispersed. The meet-up spot wasn’t too far from here, and once he found out Chase wasn’t there, he’d turn straight around. I didn’t take him to be a dumb man, so I was sure he’d catch on the moment he arrived.
Austin took the small office in the front entry while Henley checked all the other drawers in the house. That left me to the two bedrooms down the hall. One was completely empty save for a black tarp on the ground, and the other held a bed, dresser, and a nightstand. I would’ve thought that a person such as him would have more to his name, but this could very well be a temporaryhome, one he stayed in when he came into town to collect, or by the looks of the other room, to take care of business.
I rifled through the nightstand drawer, finding nothing but a box of condoms, then moved to lift the mattress. I was careful to put everything back how I found it, and the others were doing the same. We wanted to leave no trace we were here, and in case he had cameras, we wore all black aside from our skeleton masks, even our cowboy hats matching the attire.
Brynne hadn’t put up a fight when I asked her to stay at the ranch, and I was thankful for it. I didn’t need her getting caught in the crossfire if things went haywire here. I’d already almost lost her more times than I liked, and I wouldn’t risk it again.
There was only so many times I was willing to fuck with fate, and I’d reached my limit when it came to Brynne’s life. Anyone else, and I wouldn’t give a shit. But Brynne had ingrained herself into my mind, wrapping herself around my heart like a cocoon, and never would I have thought butterflies would flutter through my stomach at the mere thought of a woman.
Yet here I was.
Moving to the closet, I dug through a few shoeboxes from the top shelf, my gloved fingers making it difficult to look through each paper as I flipped them under the flashlight. None were the deed.
With a muffled curse, I set them back where they’d been on the shelf, careful to realign them with the lines in the dust where they’d been sitting for who knew how long.
After finishing in the closet, I surveyed the room,trying to think where I would hide an important paper if I was the controlling man.
Right as I was about to flip up the rug, Henley announced, “Got it!”
I did a quick glance to make sure everything was in place, then headed back down the hall to find him standing in the kitchen, holding up the paper.
“Where’d you find it?” Austin asked, walking through the threshold to the office.
