Page 54 of The Bones We Break
Dean’s hands roam over my naked form, the power play makes me curl my toes into the floor along the roughness of his cargo pants rub against the back of my thighs.
“You still with me baby?” He asks so gently and I flip my head to the side so my cheek is pressing against the unit. “Yes. I’m here.” I say as I struggle to catch my breath. “Good girl.” He coos. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to bend you over this island, to see your perfect ass bloom with redness from my hand.” My core tightens and I wiggle my hips to ease the building ache again. “You want that don’t you? You want me to spank this tight little ass until your pussy weeps for me.” He says, his words are filthy and I relish in them. My head slides against the counter top as I nod, desperately wanting what he’s giving. “Use your words baby. I wanna hear you.”
“Yes. I want that. Please, I need you.” I beg and plead without an ounce of shame and I hear him pull the zipper down on his pants then his rock hard cock is slipping between my lips as he smears my cum around my pussy. I moan out and push my hips back in hopes that he’ll let me slide onto his cock but he doesn’t grant me my wish and pulls away and I cry out in frustration. “Dean! Fuck.Please. Pleaseeee.”I can feel the tears welling in my eyes and my skin burns with lust. “You beg so prettily, baby.” He says, his voice degrading as he inches the tip of his cock inside my pussy but he doesn’t push any further, leaving me teetering on the edge, then the crack of his palm against my skin rings through the open space and I cry out at the sting as he slips his cock further inside me, the pain and pleasure sends meinto a frenzy as I push my hips back and he lets me.
“That’s it baby, use me, use my fucking cock to get yourself off.” I feel his hands lace into my hair as he winds it around his fist and tugs, causing me to arch my back and slide further onto his stiff cock until my ass is pressed against his hips. A deep groan leaves my throat as I work myself on him, slowly sliding up and down, the hard ridges and veins send a delicious sensation through my walls and I begin to pick up speed, forcing my hips back harder every time. Dean yanks at my hair causing me to lift up, my back against his front, his cock still buried inside of me. His rough palms grope and knead my breasts as his fingers tease and taunt my stiff nipples.
“Dean.. It’s too much.” Throwing my head back against his chest, he begins to pick up rhythm. His cock stuffing me to the brim whilst his hands pull and flick my tight nipples. “You’re doing so well baby. I want you to come again. Let me hear you.” His deep voice penetrates my ear then he drops his lips to my neck and begins to suck and bite at the sensitive skin and I cry out, moaning into the open air, not giving a single fuck who can hear me.
“Fuck. Baby. That’s it. Moan for me. I want every fucker who can hear us to know you belong to me, yeah?” Dean’s breathing is shaky and heavy as he pounds into me, his hand firmly wrapping around my jaw to turn my face towards him. My body jerks as he pummels me from behind but my eyes never stray from his. “I fucking love you pretty girl, so fucking much.” My eyes widen at his confession and my orgasm rips through me at the same time. “I.. I love you too.” I whimper out and grab a hold of his hand that’s cupping my face. His green eyes glow brightly at my words. “Say it again, please say it again.” He begs and stills inside of me and I feel his hot cum decorate my walls. “I love you, Dean.” I admit with my whole chest and his lipscome crashing down on mine in a blinding kiss, his cock still spasming inside of me. Tears brim in my eyes as our tongues swirl together and in this moment right here I’ve never felt more at home, more cherished, more.. Loved.
My heart ached as I left Ana in bed this morning, the features on her face were soft and still, she looked peaceful and I didn’t have the heart to wake her. I left her a note on the bedside unit to tell her that I’d gone to work, even when I didn’t want to and that I would see her later. I even signed the bottom, telling her that I loved her. I felt so much lighter after admitting my feelings to her and my once dark soul became a little lighter when she said those three simple words back to me. Keeping the memory in my mind, I bring my gaze back to theCorvettein front of me, covering my nose and mouth again with a mask as I finish the final touches on the respray the customer requested. He’d bought the car second hand from an older gent who hadn’t touched it in years, the paint was chipping and flaking away when he brought it in and now it’s a perfect, glossy black that beams under the fluorescent lights. Finishing up around the headlights my phone vibrates in my back pocket and I switch off the machine and lift my mask to rest on my head before pulling my phone out. The screen comes to life and two notifications, one from Eli and one from Ana cover Lyla’s face on my wallpaper. I press Ana’s first and read the message.
I feel my cheeks flush at her words and I have to re-read them a couple of times to make sure I’m not dreaming. That she really said that she loved me, and there they are, right in front of me. I waste no time in replying.
My mind flashes back to last night and everything we did together and I can’t stop the blood that’s rushing to my cock. Now would not be the ideal time to bust one out at work. I wait for Ana’s reply and open Eli’s that he sent pretty early this morning.
My gloved fingers hover over the screen as I read Eli’smessage and my brows furrow, an uneasy feeling washing over me. Eli’s right, it could be nothing, maybe just a couple passing through to get to another destination but I’m not fully convinced. I shoot Eli a quick reply when I notice Ana has texted me back.
Clicking off Eli’s message thread I open up Ana’s.
I smile at our easy banter as Ana’s reply comes instantly.
I feel a lead weight drop into my stomach at Ana’s requestand it’s not that I don’t want her to go, or have a life, in fact I’m desperate for her to break free from her shell but with Eli’s message bouncing around my head, I’m on the fence, but I know I can’t keep her locked up with me forever.
Ana quickly replies, confirming that she’ll let me know when she’s leaving the house and I inform her that there’s a spare key in the top kitchen drawer for the front door that she’s more than welcome to keep for herself. I pocket my phone and carry on finishing up theCorvettethat’s due for collection tomorrow before quickly changing a couple of tires then locking myself in my office to finally face the mountain of paperwork that I’ve been putting off.
My back aches from the awkward posture of the desk chair that I’ve been slumped in for what feels like hours but I’ve finally managed to clear the chaos on the desk and now the room resembles a somewhat organised office but we’ll see how long that lasts. Leaning over, I check the clock on the far wall and see that it’s nearly2pm, and I pull my phone from my pocket. Ana messaged me half an hour ago to let me know that she was leaving, then another one arrived to let me know that she’d made it to the coffee shop with a picture of her and Ellie sitting at a small table, the rail tracks in the background. My pounding heart rate slows to a steady beat at her confirmation that she’s arrived safely. Ana deserves to have this time with her friend, to be able to live her life without concern and the feeling of dread looming over her shoulder. My jaw clenches at the thought of her husband and the many ways I can make him suffer for everything that he’s put my woman through. I’ll end his life slowly until he’s begging me to put him out of his misery and even then I won’t relent on my torture. I’ll make sure that he can never hurt Ana, or anyone else, ever again.
The work day quickly flies by and I’m missing Ana more and more with every passing hour but I know she’s having a good time, and that makes me happy. I’ve had a couple of messages from her to let me know how she is and what they’re chatting about, and I sent her a quick text to let her know that I’m closing up the garage and that I’ll be home soon if she’s not home before me.
I exit the small office and flick off the light on my way out before closing the door behind me, then grab my bag from the leather couch and slip it onto my back. Grabbing my helmet and gloves that are stashed inside, I put them on and flick the visor up so that I’m able to see what I’m doing whilst I close up. After closing the shutters I slip my leg over my bike and push thesmall key into the ignition, but before starting the bike I check my phone one last time before heading home. A message from Ana illuminates the screen.
I feel my heart thrashing around in my chest cavity. I know I’m not a good man, especially with my previous job and I know that I’ll never deserve Ana’s love, but fuck, I’ll kill a man if someone ever tries to take it from me. Biting the tip of my glove I slide it off my hand and shoot off a quick reply to tell her that I love her before sliding my phone into the side pocket on my pants, and pushing my hand back into the glove before starting the bike. The engine rumbles to life in the empty car park of my garage and I flick the pedal with my foot into first gear, exiting the car park, and speeding down the empty main street of Rockford to get home to my woman.
White flashes beam into my wing mirrors from behind me and I have to dip my head to stop myself from being blinded by the car’s high beam. Guiding the bike, I move over to one side of the quiet street to see if the car will pass me but it stays in the exact same position which is right up my ass. Frustration courses through me and I pick up speed to put some distance between us before the fucker ends up running me off the road but the car easily gains speed and closes the gap again, and I quickly make the decision to turn down a side street to my left to see if it follows. Once in the street, I slow the bike down and notice the car is parked at the opening of the street and my eyes widen in shock. The fucking SUV that Eli mentioned is rightthere, the windows are tinted black so there’s no way for me to see the driver. Dread and anxiety pummels my chest and I quickly spin the bike around, the tires squealing on the smooth tarmac and race towards the parked car, but the moment I get close to it, it speeds away leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.
My adrenaline is on high alert as I pull my bike into the side of the pavement and immediately find my phone in my pocket to check on Ana, my gut telling me to be cautious. After pulling my gloves off again I fire her a message to check if she’s home. The thought of her driving back in the dark, even if it is only half an hour away has me grinding my teeth in worry and now with the SUV entering into the mix, I’m even more stressed. I wait a couple of minutes but it feels like a lifetime to see if she replies but nothing comes through and I can only assume that she’s driving. Pushing the dread to the side I pocket my phone and slip my gloves back on then hightail it home to wait for Ana.
Reaching the gravel driveway that leads to my house, my anxiety is through the roof at whether Ana’s car is parked at the side of the house or not and I pray to anyone that will listen that it is and the only reason she didn’t answer her phone is because she was driving home. I follow the path, the high beam from the bike’s headlights illuminate my way in the dark as I see the shape of the house come into view. My stomach bottoms out when I notice all the lights are off in the house and Ana’s car is nowhere to be seen. Quickly pulling up at the side of the house, I cut off the bike’s ignition and fish my phone out of my pocket to check if she has texted me back or maybe a missed call but my notifications are empty. Not even a voicemail. I’m sick with worry as I climb off the bike and sprint up the porch steps and scramble to unlock the door with my gloves on, dropping the key twice.
“Fuck!” I need to keep my shit together, I can’t afford to losemy head at this moment in time. After a couple of attempts I finally manage to unlock the door to see the house in complete darkness and Lyla bounding out of the spare bedroom, not even the small lamp next to the couch is on. Ana almost always leaves some sort of light on even if she’s gone to bed before me when I’ve arrived home late from work. Chucking my gloves onto the kitchen unit, I rip the helmet off my head in frustration and place it next to the gloves, then drop my bag onto the floor and begin to scour the house, it’s not massive so I don’t have much space to cover and it only takes me a couple of minutes to search the entire space from my bedroom, to both of the spare rooms, the bathroom and then lastly the living room. Lyla never leaves my side as I search the house and then she plants herself in front of the front door before lying down, laying her head onto her front paws before letting out a soft whine. My heart shatters seeing her like this and I know exactly how she’s feeling.
Where the fuck are you baby?Frantically I dip my hand into my pocket to retrieve my phone and call Ana but the line just rings out and then cuts off. I try a couple more times until the automated voicemail crackles through the speaker and I leave her a message. “Ana, baby, where are you? Please,please,call me back. I need to know that you’re okay. I love you.” I croak out. My throat feels like I’ve swallowed a handful of cotton balls. I pace the kitchen so much that it wouldn’t surprise me if I wore a hole in the floor, waiting for Ana to call back. Raking my hand through my hair I tug at the roots and bring the phone to my ear again.
“Eli. I need your help man. Ana’s gone!” I put the call on speaker phone and drop the phone down onto the kitchen island, bracing my arms on either side of it, my head dipped low between my shoulders.
“What do you mean she’s gone? Gone where?” He saysthrough the phone and I blow out a strained breath. “She’s gone, Eli. She’s not fucking here. She went to meet her friend this afternoon but that was hours ago and now she’s not.. She’s not here and I don’t know where the fuck she is. I saw the SUV you told me about, the fucker got right up my ass on the way home then when I tried to confront them, it sped off.” My words fly out of my mouth at lightning speed, panic lacing my tone.
“Alright. Let’s calm down a bit alright. She’s only been gone for a couple of hours so she can’t have gotten far. Do you know where she last was? I can hack into the CCTV cameras and traffic cams to see if I can spot her car.” I inhale through my nose for three counts then breathe out for three until I’m feeling somewhat level headed again. “Yeah. Yeah, there’s a coffee shop just outside of town near the old railway. She sent me a picture before and I saw the tracks in the background, so I definitely know for sure that she was there.”
I hear the rapid clicking of the keyboard in the background and I already know Eli is cracking into the cameras near the coffee shop. A sharp pang stabs through my chest at the thought of Ana being hurt, or something even fucking worse that I can’t even bring myself to speak it out loud. I know, without a shadow of a doubt if something has happened to her or she’s missing, her husband is to blame and I will burn the entire fucking world down to find her. White hot rage begins to cloud my vision and I send the empty mug that I left on the counter top this morning flying across the kitchen, the porcelain shattering into a thousand pieces.
“Dean? Are you alright?” Eli’s voice cuts through my maddening haze. “Yeah. Fuck. Sorry. Did you find anything?” I ask as I drop my head to the countertop as Eli speaks again. “Yeah. I got something. I’ll be round yours as soon as I can.” I hear the phone line go dead as he cuts the call and I beginto pace the kitchen again. This waiting is fucking pure torture and the longer I’m standing here, the further away Ana may be if she’s missing. I feel sick to my stomach and I try to call her again but the phone just rings and rings and my worry begins to build higher and higher to the point I’m ready to scream, to fucking tear my hair out at the roots. I feel like the other half of my soul is missing and I don’t know what to do with myself.
The front door swings open and I immediately turn to face it, my eyes widening, hoping that it’s Ana but my soul falls to the floor again when Eli walks in and my anxiety hits me tenfold again at his expression. I can’t get a read on him. His eyes that are usually so full of expression are blank and void. “Eli.. what is it?” He simply tips his head and places his laptop on the countertop and I follow to stand at his side as he fires up the computer, the traffic cam from the railroad comes to life on the screen. He presses a couple of buttons and the time at the bottom of the screen speeds through the numbers until he hits the spacebar, the numbers beginning to count up at normal speed. My eyes roam over the screen as a couple of cars pass down the quiet road and crossing the rail tracks. A couple of seconds later Ana’s car comes into view and my heart jumps into my mouth as I see her park up across the street from the coffee shop and get out of the car. Her soft black waves blow in the breeze as she crosses the street and I can practically smell her shampoo in my nose as if she was in front of me. “So, as you can see she parks up and I managed to find CCTV of her walking into the coffee shop from a camera that’s attached to a bakery across the road.” He flicks the screen to another camera view and you can see Ana, clear as day walking into the coffee shop, and a young woman with bright orange hair stands from her seat at the window and wraps her arms around Ana. That must be Ellie, I recognize her hair from the picture Ana sent to meearlier.
“Where does she go from there?” I ask, my anxiety burning a hole in my head as I watch the interaction between Ana and Ellie. Eli speeds the camera up again at full speed then pauses the video before pressing play again. The image of Ana and Ellie stepping out of the coffee shops plays before me, they pull each other into a heart-warming hug then go their separate ways. Ellie walks in the opposite direction and Ana retraces her steps back to her parked car and gets in. The headlights flicker on and I can just about make out the glow of her phone on her face in the car. That must have been when she texted me to let me know she was making her way home. What happened between then and now?
