by Ryan Michele
“What, me kissin’ you? ’Cause, baby, that’s gonna happen a lot.”
She slaps her hand over my chest playfully. “No. My parents. My father doesn’t hold back when he kisses my mother. He doesn’t care who’s around or what they think. He does what he wants.”
“Beautiful, I’m not sure where you’re going with this, but talkin’ about your parents while my dick is hard as a rock isn’t top on my list.”
“Oh, zip it and listen.”
I close my mouth with a grin.
“I always told myself that I would be with a guy like that. One who didn’t care who was around. One who loved me enough to show the world that I was his and he was mine. A man who took as much as he gave. A man who treated me the same way I’ve seen my dad treat my mom over the years.” Her eyes beam. “And you’ve given me that. Thank you.”
Fuck. My chest tightens to the point of pain, but it’s a gorgeous pain, one I never want to stop. It’s like an unbreakable bond is connecting right before my eyes. One that won’t waver and won’t be broken. I hope to Christ she feels the same way.
“Beautiful, I’ll give you anything and everything I got.”
“Alright. As happy as I am for you two,” Cruz says, slapping me on the shoulder, “you even attempt to take this further in my presence, I’ll beat the fuck out of you.”
Austyn lets out a laugh, tightly holding me.
Finally, she’s let me in fully. Time to get the fuck out of here and show her how much I love her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
My body is sweaty and well-used. Work was slow, so I went home early and decided the gym was in order. It was pretty busy today. It took me a bit to get through my routine, Ryker helping me along the way. With each punch and kick, I imagined it was JK’s body I was attacking. If nothing else, it made me feel better. That’s what matters. Not that I was feeling horrible, but I’ve been feeling off lately.
The last week and a half has been fantastic with Ryker. I’ve allowed myself to open up more and show him exactly what he gets with me. So far, he’s loved it all. At least, that’s what he says.
I found out that trying to push him away took way too much energy—his pull is very strong. It’s so much easier to let things happen, and so far, it’s been spectacular. He’s my man, and I’m his woman; I’ve learned to accept that. Furthermore, he knows all about my past. It’s like a dream come true.
The only downfall to us being so tight is I’ve had to sneak into the bathroom to check my computer for information. That means my bathroom time has been a bit long, and considering Emery asked me is everything coming out okay, I knew I had to chill with it.
This doesn’t make me happy. JK is a sneaky fuck. I want to watch the feeds and see if the emails have come or gone, and if they have, I want to see if the worm is doing its job.
Losing my focus on JK is not what I want. I’ve come too far to lose it now, but it’s hard when the man you’ve craved lies next to you every night.
Not only do I want vengeance, he needs to be silenced forever. Just thinking about JK opening his mouth sends me into a downward spiral that I can’t afford. No, he’s not worth that. I’ll find him, and it’ll go away. It must, because it will ruin everything Ryker and I have built.
“What are ya thinkin’ so hard about, beautiful?”
I shrug, pulling my legs up onto the couch. “My mind just wanders sometimes.”
Ryker hauls me over to his side, putting his arm around me. “You need to talk, I’m here. I don’t give a fuck what it’s about. No more of this shit eatin’ at you. It’s done, and now we deal with it together.”
As the guilt hits me hard, I lean over and kiss him roughly, telling him everything in my kiss while wiping my mind free of the “what-ifs.”
He pulls me onto his lap, tightly gripping my ass before ripping his lips away. “Clothes. Off. Now.” His words are choppy as desire swarms in his eyes.
Getting up, I remove everything as Ryker pulls out his cock from his jeans and begins to stroke it while watching me. That is so damn hot.
Ryker then drops his ass to the floor, his back to the couch. “Come sit on my face.”
Puzzlement fills me on how to complete this task, but Ryker doesn’t give me a chance to think. He tugs me forward then lifts my ass so my knees go on either side of his head. My hands reflexively fall to the back of the couch. Then his lips are on me—hot, wet, and so damn good.
He grips my thighs, but I still manage to move my hips, matching his rhythm and feeling the slow burn creep inside me. He kisses my core like he does when he kisses my lips, like he can’t get enough of me.
“Oh, God! Ryker!” I scream out as he hits a very sensitive spot, almost putting me over the edge. He devours me, tasting, sucking, and nipping.
“Ride it,” he growls, and just like riding a motorcycle, I do, swirling my hips and grinding myself down on his face.
His tongue spears inside me, sending pleasure spiking. Ryker continues his assault on my pussy.
“Right there. Right there!” I yell out as he touches that spot once more, causing pleasure to streak through me.
I clutch the couch, holding on for dear life, as my head shakes back and forth, my hair going everywhere.
He rides me out until my body goes limp. Then, without warning, he’s up and pushing me down so I’m on my hands and knees. Ryker is behind me, his hard length rubbing up and down my already sensitive core. There’s movement for a moment, then tearing noise, and then he’s inside me.
I fall to my elbows as his thrusts become so powerful I can’t hold myself up. With my back arched, the penetration is deep. And with him behind me, holding my hips, it’s rough.
I move backward as he moves forward, my body flushed and more aroused by the moment. In this moment, I realize how strong Ryker is and how much power he controls around me. This isn’t the sweet love we made the first time. No, this is raw, carnal fucking. Two bodies searching for a release that will block out time.
With the history bestowed upon me, I never thought this could be a part of my life—this desperate need for someone—but here it is, in all its bold colors, ready to paint my world into a beautiful mural.
In and out, over and over, his hands digging so deeply into my hips I know I’ll have bruises, and I don’t care one bit.
The pressure inside me builds, my eyes rolling back into my head. The burst of fireworks through my body set off a storm of electric hot spasms. So much so I fall to the couch, my knees giving out.
Ryker doesn’t let that stop him. He places his knees on either side of my legs and thrusts again. On the end of the orgasm, I feel another one starting. In this position, he hits my clit just perfectly with his balls. It feels tighter, like I’m clamping his cock in a new way.
“Fuck, you are so damn sexy and beautiful.” I feel his hand on my ass, rubbing the little hole that has never had anything inside of it. My body jerks. “Trust me, beautiful.”
At his words, I relax.
When he slowly presses his thumb inside, pain mixed with something else swirls together with the arousal between my legs. There are so many sensations all at once, mingling and ready to blow us both into oblivion.
Gripping the couch with both hands, I bury my face into it, muffling my cries, groans, and gasps. Hell, the noises coming out of me are so foreign I’m not sure they are from me.
As he presses his thumb further into my ass then wiggles it around, that movement does it. I’m slammed with the mother of all orgasms. My stomach coils, abs tighten, core clenches, and lights begin to dance behind my eyes. The pleasure races through me like water getting let out by a dam. Each sensation rushing to see who can get where the fastest.
“Fuck!” Ryker yells, then groans, “Austyn.”
I feel him moving inside me, his chest hitting my back as he heaves in breaths. Wetness coats us both.
I’m pretty sure I can’t move. Even with his full weight on top of me, I’m not crushed in the slightest. If anything, I fe
el very well-loved.
His cock still inside me twitches and jumps.
Damn, I love him so much, and it scares the ever-loving shit out of me.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Matthew, please tell me where they are!” my mother cries from the other end of the phone line. Personally, it’s surprising it took her this long to call me. The only thing I can think is James has been up her ass and she couldn’t call me. That’s on her, not me.
This could also be a trap instigated by James. I wasn’t born yesterday. He’s deceiving on every level.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Austyn looks across the table at me, scooping a spoonful of Apple Jacks into her mouth, her brow raised.
I smile in return and lift my chin, telling her everything is fine.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about! You took my girls!” my mother screeches so loudly I have to pull the phone away from my ear then rub the sting out of it.
“You must have your wires crossed, Mom. I don’t know anything about this.”
Austyn smiles with the spoon between her lips. It shouldn’t be sexy, but it is. She breathes and it’s pretty much sexy.
“Mathew! They are minors! You cannot just come to my house and leave with them. You have no right to do that!”
There is so much I want to say to this. So much I want to yell at her. This is all her fault for keeping my siblings in this life. A life that is mapped out for them, where they have no choices. I get she’s brainwashed, but there isn’t a damn thing I can do for her unless she wants it. And that’s not in the cards for her. It pisses me off.
“Like I said, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Will you stop saying that? Yes, you do!”
Fed up, I tell her, “I have to go.”
“Matth—”
I disconnect the line, not needing to hear any more of her shit. Truth is, I don’t know where they are. I haven’t asked Princess because it’s too soon and she won’t give me the information. Mostly to protect me so when questions like this come up about do I know their whereabouts, I can answer honestly because I don’t.
Austyn reaches out and takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. It’s a comfort I find I like a fuck of a lot. “I’m sorry.”
“Beautiful, there is not one damn thing for you to be sorry about. My mother made her choice in how to live her life. She may have had help along the way, but it’s her choice. My sisters wanted out. If they’re old enough to be given a list of potential spouses, then they can make that decision.”
“Ashley didn’t,” she throws out there.
“That was a curveball, I admit. But if she chooses to go back, if there is something to go back to, then that’s on her. The way she clung to Breanna, though, I’m sure she’s on board with going away. Does it suck that I finally have them yet can’t see them? Yeah, it does. But it is what it is. It’s for their protection, and I’ll do whatever the hell I have to, to keep them safe.”
Her face warms. “That’s what I love about you.”
Getting up from the chair, I make my way over to Austyn, who stands. “What you love, huh?”
As a rosy pink comes to her cheeks, she tries to look away, but I grasp her chin lightly.
“Yeah,” she finally says.
I slam my lips to hers and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist.
Emery is in her room, so I take Austyn to hers and press her back against the door, our lips never disconnecting.
“I’m fuckin’ you against the door, so you’d better be quiet or Emery will hear.”
Her eyes flare, liking this as much as I do. It’s always fun to have different kinks. It keeps the sex life fun.
I drop her legs. “Strip, fast.”
Her smile is sexy as hell as she tears her clothes from her body. Once we have our own place, I’m going to make her walk around naked all the time so I have easy access.
I rip my shirt over my head and pull my cock out, wrapping him in latex.
She eyes me coyly as I lift her with ease, our mouths connecting. Lowering her onto my cock, she cries out, and I chuckle.
“You want Emery to hear?”
Her eyes grow wide.
“It’s alright, beautiful, not like she hasn’t heard before.” Crashing my lips down on hers as I press her against the door, I pound into her like a jackhammer. She clenches around me, feeling the burn.
Her hips begin to swivel. Add that in with my thrusts and her angle, it only takes moments before I feel her grasp me so tightly I can barely pull out and push back in.
She cries into my mouth, and I suck it down greedily. Only then do I allow my release.
Our foreheads pressed together, we try to regain our breathing. When I think I can move, I make my way over to the bed, pulling out of her and laying her down. I remove the damn thing, strip off my jeans and boots, and climb into bed with her, holding her in my arms.
“I love you, too, beautiful. So damn much.”
She wraps her arms around me, holding me.
Little do I know this could be the last time we ever hold each other like this.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Emery has been gone a lot lately, and I’m starting to think she’s doing it on purpose so Ryker and I can have the place to ourselves. I don’t like that one bit. As soon as her ass gets home, we’re having words.
“I’ll be out in a few,” Ryker says, heading to the shower.
I immediately pull my laptop out. Sifting through the tapes, I see nothing new. Along with the money, no movement. He hasn’t tried to pull anything out. At least, it’s not documented that he has.
The Skype app dings. It’s from Emery. I accept, and when I do, my blood runs cold as JK’s face appears on the screen.
“Hello there, bitch,” he spits out. I can’t speak. “Meet me at my house in the basement, now! And come alone.”
“I’m not stupid,” I retort, finally finding my voice that is much steadier than I feel. The power this man once held over me … well, it’s still there, but I’ll be damned if I let him see it.
Emery’s wide, panicked eyes come on the screen briefly, and my heart lurches.
“Your little bitch of a roommate is as stupid as they come. You don’t meet me, she gets exactly what was done to you.”
The screen goes black as my body takes on a life of its own. I grab my gun and knife then toss on my pants. Ryker will be pissed I’m leaving without telling him, but I can’t let Emery get hurt the way he did to me or at all.
I can still feel him ripping through me sometimes at night. No one deserves to have that happen to them. The fear so stark in her eyes … I need to get there now.
Grabbing my keys, I drive to the one place I never wanted to return to, but low and behold, life is throwing me one of its famous curveballs once again.
The house is the same stucco it was before, except now there are no people running around the place. No, it’s eerily quiet.
Gun in hand, I make my way to the front steps. I have to steel myself when I open the door.
A man, one of the ones who hurt me, pops out. A smug grin comes across his face just before he lunges for me. The gun goes off, but I miss. He hits me hard across the face, sending me spinning and the gun flying out of my hand. Shit!
His bulky body falls on top of mine, already reaching above me for the gun. Snapping my leg up, I kick him in the shin just as I let my elbow fly, crashing into his nose.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” he screams.
Lunging for the gun, he’s there, both our hands on the gun. He’s much stronger than me physically and there’s no way I can outmaneuver him.
“What are ya gonna do now, bitch?” he bites out.
Lifting my foot, I connect it with his dick. His eyes widen, his grip loosens, and I shoot, hitting him in the chest several times. He lies there in a pool of blood. One down, and I have no clue how many more there are.
My breaths
come rapidly as I press my back to the building, looking in every direction. Only then do I try to catch my breath. Everything races in my head.
My heart is having palpitations, and sweat breaks out over my skin. Holy shit, I just killed a man. Yes, a very bad man, but still.
Resting my head back against the wall, I expel a deep breath. There’s more to do here. Emery, I’m coming.
Entering the room, the smell of dirt assaults me as I look around the space, one that haunts my memories. The large table is in the middle of the room with cuffs on the sides and bottom to strap a person down. A place where JK decided to filet me like a fucking fish.
“Aust …” Emery says, and my focus goes to her in the corner of the room.
JK stands behind her with a knife placed at her throat and hand over her mouth.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” he yells, taking the knife and carving it down her arm, deep enough for blood to pour out.
Emery screams.
“Stop it!” I yell at him, my gun still out.
JK’s laugh is sinister. “You stupid little cunt.” He drags the blade up, putting it at her throat again. “Would you rather me cut here?”
“No!”
That damn smile haunts my dreams.
The walls seem to close in on me. It takes effort to breathe in and out steadily.
I left the comfort of home with Ryker and didn’t tell him where I was going. Emery is my best friend, though. I’d do anything for her in the blink of an eye. The thought of JK having her made me physically sick. No one deserves what he can dish out.
Shit. I need to get us out of here.
“I told you I’d get to you. And your little bitch of roommate is helping with that. Now I’m going to destroy you.”
“Boss.” I jump at a second man’s voice coming through a door off to the left. “We got company.” He then takes back off through the door, not even looking my way.
My heart hammers as I hold the gun steady in front of me. There is no way JK’s going to get away with this. I want him dead. Not just for me, but for the fear in Emery’s eyes and what he did to Deke. I thought about eliciting my revenge by cutting parts of his body off—mainly his dick—and feeding them to him, but now I don’t want any of it. I just want him dead. Gone. Finished. Out of all our lives forever.