Page 37 of Swallow Your Fear
Her pussy began to clench, her thighs shaking as I fucked her with no restraint, and then she was screaming, her sounds filling the room. Her hand went to fall to the bed, but I grabbed her wrist, keeping the vibrator pressed firm to her clit. Her orgasm wracked through her body in waves, her pussy so tight around my cock that it ripped my own release out of me. I spilled into her, filling her tight entrance full of me.
I finally released her wrist, the toy falling to the mattress. She lay limp, so I picked it up to turn it off. Setting the vibrator to the side, I pulled out of her, watching as our release dripped from her center. Like before, I trailed my fingers through it, shoving it back deep inside her. Her belly jumped as I did, then I pulled them out and straightened her legs so she was lying on her belly on the bed.
I tugged her shorts and underwear the rest of the way down, then got off her to go into the bathroom across the hall. Letting the water warm up, I grabbed a washcloth from under the sink and soaked it, wringing out the excess water. I turned off the faucet, going back to her room to find her in the same position I’d left her in. Her breathing was deep, and I assumed she’d most likely fall asleep soon.
I kneeled behind her, wiping between her legs with the damp cloth. I cleaned her skin, then stood, pressing a kiss to her temple. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, so I left her there to nap, closing her door with a softsnick.
I tossed the washcloth in my hamper, then headed downstairs to take care of a few ranch chores before we turned in for the day. All the while, I forced any lingering anxiety about tomorrow away.
I never worried about myself—not in any situation, really—but tomorrow, my senses would be on high alert.
Brynne’s safety in this was my top priority, and it was the only thought that raced through my mind as the day passed by, turning to night when the sun sank below the horizon.
Tomorrow would go as planned.
I wouldn’t allow it to be any other way.
Chapter 16
Booker
To my surprise, Chase had agreed to meet Brynne at the gas station. He hadn’t questioned it or seemed skeptical in the least in his text response, but I tried not to look into it as we couldn’t tell the tone of his voice through a screen. For all we knew, he was that bent out of shape about Brynne leaving him that he’d do anything she asked, meet her anywhere she wanted, just for a chance to beg for her back.
“You’re staying in the truck,” I grumbled as I pulled into the parking lot of the gas station.
“No.” Her finger was tapping an unsteady rhythm on her thigh. If she wasn’t wearing jeans, she’d have poked a hole clean through her flesh by now.
“It’s not up for debate.” We’d already had this argument at the ranch, and of course, she’d been adamant then as well.
“He’s my ex.”
My grip tightened on the steering wheel at the reminder. “An ex who might want you dead.”
“He’s not like you,” she said, silently referencing the man I’d killed in the gym.
Brynne didn’t know Chase might end up like him tonight if things went south. I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t just shoot the man in cold blood for simply having touched her in the past.
I pulled into one of the parking spots away from the pumps and shifted into park. I left the truck running, but I didn’t unlock the doors.
“Henley and Austin will take care of it.” They were pulling in on the other side of the lot so it didn’t look suspicious that we were together. That, and I wanted eyes on all angles in case Chase tried anything. Brynne was here to point out when Chase arrived, and I was here to keep Brynne under control. We each had a job today, and Brynne getting out of this damn truck?—
The passenger door opened, and my gaze darted to the sound right as Brynne slid out. I reached for her, but the woman slipped just past my grip.
Sneaky fucking girl. She unlocked the damn door herself. I shouldn’t have expected anything less.
Yanking my seat belt off, I situated my mask over my face to keep myself hidden and pulled the handle so hard I thought it might snap. I rushed over to her where she was walking toward a gray sedan.
“Brynne,” I hissed, quickening my pace.
The driver’s side door to the car opened, and the barrel of a gun glistened in the sunlight. I darted for her just in time for the shot to ring out, tackling her to the ground and covering her with my body.
Footsteps sounded on the pavement as Austin andHenley rushed over. Another shot rang out as I looked up, finding Austin ripping open the passenger door on the sedan. Gun in hand, Henley came around the trunk. They were both wearing their skeleton masks to hide their identities as well. While Chase was distracted with Austin invading the vehicle, Henley aimed and took the shot. Instantly, blood stained Chase’s khakis, and he dropped his pistol to the asphalt with a shout. He tried to cover the wound, but it was pointless as blood flowed freely. His wrist was in a cast, presumably from when I shattered the bone.
With the weapon out of his hand, my attention snapped back to Brynne. Her hands were pressed to the ground, her cheek squished against the pavement with my body over hers. My hands frantically coasted down her body, feeling for any blood.
“Brynne, Darlin’, talk to me. Tell me you’re okay.”
She coughed, presumably from the air being knocked out of her not moments ago. I shoved up off the ground, my eyes searching her body. Grabbing her shoulder, I flipped her onto her back, checking her torso.
