“Oh my God, you want to go again?” I asked, the heat already building. He wouldn’t have to persuade me.
“Shh!” Reed shushed. “Stay here.”
He withdrew so quickly, I cried out in near pain feeling him pull out. It felt like he was being ripped away from me.
“What the hell, Reed?”
He let go of me and stepped away. I pushed myself up off the table, my body already feeling stiff from being bent over while he fucked me senseless.
“Stay here, Lina,” he repeated, this time more harshly as he took off his condom and tossed it in the trash under the sink before pulling up his briefs and jeans.
“What? What is it?” I started to panic. My brows pinched together as I watched him pick up his discarded hat off the counter and place it on his head. I didn’t remember him taking it off.
“Shh,” he snapped, going to his bag beside the bench seat and pulling out a revolver.
My mouth fell open. “Reed?” I could feel my heart plummet as I began pulling up my own pants. “Why do you need that?”
He held out a hand to stop me. “Stay here. Lock the door behind me. Don’t open it until I say.”
“What’s going on?”
“Someone was watching us,” he said shortly.
My heart never settled from the intense orgasm, and now it kicked up again, my eyes going wide to scan the windows, but all I saw was darkness. Reed buttoned his pants, shoved his gun in his waistband, and headed out into the night.
18
reed
Iquickly covered the perimeter of the camp. The .38 was heavy at my waistband. I wish I had my Glock from the truck for this situation, but my revolver was what was within reach. My fingers twitched at the ready.
I hadn’t gotten a good look, but I saw enough to assume it was Lina’s stalker.The piece of shit.The figure wore black clothing, the whites of his eyes flashing in the dark above a thick beard. I hadn’t known how long he was standing there, but he’d seen enough to make me want to gouge his fucking eyeballs out of his skull. My body was wound up tight, the hair on the back of my neck raised, and I felt this overwhelming protective need to wipe out every memory and vision that man now possessed of Lina.
She wasn’t his to look at.
I wanted to end him for what he saw, for any familiarity he thought he had in the feel of her body now that I knew exactly how it felt to lose myself in hers.
With no sign of him, I returned to the trailer, desperate to get back to her. God, that woman had me by the throat. The sounds she made when I spanked her with my belt, the feel of her walls constricting around my cock, the rock of her hips respondingto my thrusts, greedily chasing her release. I didn’t want her to hold back. I wanted her to take everything she needed.
And I wanted to give it all to her. Not just the pleasure, but my heart, too. She said she was in love with me the moment she saw me in the Saddle Room all those months ago. That was well before she knew I had a daughter. She still didn’t really know about my past, other than the baggage with my ex-wife. For better or for worse, it was all a part of me. Penn and I were a package deal. Would she want to be a part of our lives? Would she wantmeafter she knew what I was?
I wouldn’t be satisfied just fucking her. Not anymore.
I wanted more from her. Did she want that, too?
I tried the handle to the trailer door. She locked it just as I told her to. Good. At least for once, she decided to listen.
“Lina, it’s me,” I said softly, trying not to freak her out more than she probably already was. I lightly rapped on the door with my knuckles.
The lock clicked before Lina opened it wide enough to let me through. The trailer was brightly lit. She’d closed the blinds and turned on every light, as if she hoped it would scare away the shadows. My heart clenched, knowing I’d left her alone while I went after him. Her beautiful face was pale, her eyes wide with fear. Fuck, I wanted to go back out there and hunt the bastard down just for making my fearless girl scared.
She wasmine. I was hell-bent on making her mine as soon as my mouth marked her beneath the temporary tattoo that first night in Joseph, 414 days ago.
“Was he out there?” She looked worried, wringing her hands while she stood in the light now in her panties and sleep shirt.
I closed the door behind me and stepped into her, wrapping my fingers around hers, steadying them. As soon as I touched her, desire and need for her surged back with the pulse of my blood. She stilled, her big, honey-brown eyes, turning up to me.Her lips pursed as she was considering saying something more. Her throat bobbed on a swallow, and I couldn’t resist putting both my hands on her, tracing the column of her neck.
“He’s gone,” I told her, attempting to reassure her while I let my hands roam so that my thumb could brush along her pulse. It kicked up a notch. My eyes traveled up her throat to her lips, still swollen from our kisses.
