Page 19 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
I held back my whimper at his admission. We used to flirt before I decided I hated him for not letting me get revenge on Henley. And now, here I was, fingering myself in front of him.
Almost like he read my thoughts, he asked, “Your fingers not enough for you, McKenna?”
I shook my head, but kept my fingers deep inside me, curling the ends.
He hummed. “Take those out.”
I obeyed, running my wetness along my inner thigh.
But then he grabbed my panties and ripped them right in the center. The tear of the fabric pulled a gasp from my lips, but it was quickly replaced with a shriek as he slid the barrel of the gun inside me.
“Austin,” I whimpered, the cold metal a shock to my heated center.
“Relax your legs so I can fuck you how you want to be fucked.”
I hadn’t even realized they’d tensed, and I had to force myself to let them fall apart once more. Then he moved the gun inside me, and my head fell back. “Oh, god.”
He slid the barrel in and out, my body loosening withevery movement. His hand wrapped around my still-wet fingers, bringing them to my clit. “Show me how you play with yourself while I fuck you with my gun.”
He released my hand, upping his pace with the pistol as I started circling my clit. The fear of such a deadly weapon inside me, and the knowledge of how vulnerable I was for the man wielding it right now, sent my stomach fluttering. I could hear how wet I was as he fucked me with the weapon, and when he shoved it deeper on the next pass, a moan slipped past my lips.
“You like being scared, don’t you, McKenna?”
“Yes.” The admission was more breath than anything.
He went faster, harder, which only urged my fingers to match his pace. “That why you like ignoring all these threats on your life? Why you keep trying to piss me off?”
I nodded, because I didn’t think I could get any more words out at this point. My core was tightening, my pussy clenching around the gun. My climax was close, and I almost didn’t want it to come because I knew once it did, he’d likely stop.
Austin sat up on his knees, yanking my shirt to the side so he could get to my breast through the hole. Lucky for him—and me—I wasn’t wearing a bra. His mouth closed around my nipple, teeth instantly digging into my flesh, and I nearly screamed.
His mouth popped off my breast. “Next time I scare you, I expect you to come for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed out. Fuck, I’d do anything he asked of me right now.
Then he closed his mouth around my nipple once again, sucking the bud into his mouth and biting down onit harder this time. I started to scream as my climax ripped through me, but he slammed a hand down on my mouth as he fucked me harder.
I hadn’t even realized he’d moved his mouth from my breast as he murmured by my ear, “That’s it. Come on my gun like a bad little slut.”
My nostrils flared as I sucked in air through my nose, my stomach twitching as I let go again and again. I couldn’t tell if I came once or multiple times as he started to slow his pace inside me. My hand fell away from my clit, falling to the couch beside my leg. He slowly removed his hand from my mouth before lowering it back between my legs.
We both watched as he slowly pulled the gun out of me. It was soaked to the trigger, my wetness having dripped down the barrel as he thrust it in and out of me. He watched as my release leaked out of me and used the muzzle of the gun to collect it and shove it back inside me.
Then he brought the gun up, his eyes glued to mine as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the entirety of the barrel.
I could come again at the sight of him doing that.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled up his shirt, tucked the gun back into the waistband of his jeans, and stood.
He looked down at me with that hunger still beating in his eyes. My cheeks were likely red and my breathing was still uneven. “And I meant it when I said I prefer you with no panties. Don’t let me see you in them again.”
And then he left me on the couch, soaked and sated, wishing like hell he’d come back for more.
Chapter 9
McKenna
The announcer’s voice blared through the loudspeaker, the sound barely audible over the wound-up crowd and the bulls waiting their turn in the pens. The metal stands were uncomfortable at best, and I’d discreetly shifted probably a hundred times in the last twenty minutes trying to find some semblance of reprieve.
