Page 64 of Resistant

And to my delight, she does. Fucking,yes. I feel her clamping down on my dick, her body locks up and her voice is echoing around my head as she screams. Tremors slide through her core and her eyes glaze over.

Watching her has me in a tailspin and with a roar, I let myself go too. Her thighs drop from my shoulders to either side of me. I lay on her chest, her body still quaking in the aftermath. My head rises and falls with her breasts as she pants beneath me.

I feel her fingers in my hair and close my eyes. These hard-won peaceful moments with her are priceless, and I don’t know how many of them I’ll get. This world is just too fucked up. So, I savor it and lock it in my memory.

I’m stuffing a leftover piece of ham in my mouth while Brynn pours herself a glass of milk. She did a fucking happy dance in the kitchen when she saw the milk.

A knock sounds at the door and I get up to answer it. Perfect, it’s Rick the Dick.

“Hey there Declan. stopped by to let you know Paxon got a hold of his friend, so we are meeting tonight at Riesa’s bungalow. About 7.”

“Thanks, Rick, we’ll be there.”

He waves at me awkwardly and I shut the door.

“Angel, change of plans. Get some clothes on, we are going out.” I call out to her as I head to the bedroom myself to put on some jeans and grab a jacket.

“Okay, but can I eat first?”

She’s in the doorway behind me and I’m surprised because I didn’t hear her approach. I lean into her and kiss her forehead.

“Sure, Angel. We’ll eat, and we can go.

She smiles around a piece of ham that she shoves into her mouth.

Brynn knocks on Riesa’s door which is answered by Rick the Dick. Ever the man in charge, our Rick.

We step inside and Brynn leads the way with a cake she baked earlier,my cake.

Fucking elite meeting, I don’t want to share my cake. She heads toward the kitchen while Rick the Dick stops me in my tracks with small talk. Fuck, I’m turning into a pussy.

I hear a muffled male voice from the kitchen, and a clatter. A clatter that sounds a lot like Brynn dropped my cake.

I push past Rick the Dick into the kitchen. Brynn is standing at the counter with a hand covering her mouth. The cake is laying haphazard on the counter, but it doesn’t look like the dish broke. Because you know, priorities.

When I study her face, I see her fingers are trembling, suddenly the cake is not so important. I look away to see what’s spooked her.

A man is standing at the open fridge with a beer bottle in his hand and he’s smiling at Brynn. It’s not a pleasant or friendly kind of smile.

“Well, looks like I’ve finally found you, Brynn. Imagine my surprise to find you at the Southern Camp.”

I feel the hair rise on the back of my neck and I move to stand in front of Brynn.

“Is this another client of yours Brynn? You seem to be collecting them.” He asks.

“No.” she whispers.

Her voice is ragged. Beyond us, I can hear Rick the Dick and Paxon talking loudly from the living room.

“You and I have unfinished business, but now is not the time. I’ll catch up with you soon. Paxon asked me here to help you get out. What I can’t figure out, is how you got in.”

Motherfucker sizes me up while speaking to my Angel. My senses are on high alert, and I’m about to throw the first punch when I feel Brynn’s fingers fist around the back of my shirt. My adrenaline spikes and I’m holding on by a thread, for her sake.

He reaches out to shake my hand, which I ignore because I’m an asshole.

“Knox, and you are?”

“Declan.”

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