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CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
“I’m going to run Sam home and make sure he’s okay. I want you to take your Jeep and drive straight to my house. I’ll be behind you with Sam the whole way. Once you’re there, I want you to lock the doors and go straight into the closet in my bedroom. In there, you’ll find all that you need to protect yourself. I don’t think we were followed, but I want you to be safe until I get Sam home. It will only take me a few minutes to drop him off and get back here,” Rev said as they approached their abandoned vehicles.
“Okay,” Hallie nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you and give you a ride back?” she asked.
“Trust me, love. I can get back to the house faster on my own. Besides, I don’t want you exposed to these assholes again. I will feel much better with you at the house. Once that door is locked, no one … man or beast … is getting in. And if they somehow do, trust me, there’s plenty of firepower for you to take out half of Bayou Rouge easily. It’s the safest place for you, even if you are there by yourself for a few minutes.”
“Okay,” Hallie quickly agreed, knowing she had no choice but to place her trust in Rev. After all, he was the one who had saved her from those jaguars, to begin with, and he was clearly more than capable of taking care of himself.
Rev helped Sam into the passenger side of his truck and escorted Hallie to her Jeep. “Leave your bags in the Jeep until I get back. We will get them out later once we know it’s safe. Now, get in and go. Don’t stop until you pull into my driveway.”
Hallie nodded and hopped into her Jeep. She pressed the start button and shifted into drive. She checked her rearview mirror to make sure Rev was ready to follow behind. He gave her a quick thumbs-up, and she pulled out onto the narrow dirt road.
Her heart raced. She felt so damn exposed bumping along the bayou to get back to Rev’s house before they ran into those damn jags again. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her eyes scanned the sides of the road for any sign of those puke bags. She chewed on her bottom lip, wondering if another ambush was just around the corner. Holding her breath, she rounded the last bend. Rev’s cabin came into view. When nothing or no one jumped out at her, she breathed a sigh of relief, but she wouldn’t feel completely safe until she was locked in the house.
Rev slowed to a stop as she pulled into his driveway. She could feel his eyes on her back as she ran to the house and bolted inside. Doing as she was told, she locked the door behind her. Remembering their conversation, she headed straight for the closet in his bedroom and found two shotguns, along with several handguns, lined up on a shelf.
Instead of toting the guns out into the living room or kitchen, Hallie decided to stay put in Rev's bedroom. She wasn't sure where Sam lived, but Rev had assured her that he would only be gone a few minutes. Pacing the length of the bedroom, she listened to the sound of the grandfather clock in the hallway ticking as the minutes passed.
When the clock chimed at the quarter-hour mark, Hallie started to worry that something had happened to Rev. Every worst-case scenario possible flew into her brain, sending gruesome images through her mind that she tried to ignore, but they just didn't go away no matter what she did.
A shuffle of noise on the front porch startled Hallie from her thoughts. The sound of the front door opening and closing had her close to a state of panic until she heard Rev's voice calling her name.
“Hallie! Where are you, love?”
“Rev! I'm back here in your bedroom.” The panic that had filled her so suddenly quickly vanished when she realized that Rev was okay and he was home. For the first time in what seemed like hours, she was able to breathe freely. She dashed down the hallway to greet him. The second she saw his smiling face, she jumped into his arms and kissed the hell out of him before quickly stepping back, realizing they were no longer a couple.
Rev pulled her right back into his arms. His lips crashed over hers, kissing her so passionately that she thought her panties would melt off her body right there on the spot. For that instant, Hallie didn’t care about their fight earlier or the fact that they were no longer together.
The only thing she cared about was getting naked and getting Rev’s cock inside her, and since he was already without clothes, why not join him? Apparently, he had the same thought as his hands flew under her shirt, ripping it from her body. He palmed her breasts, squeezing and massaging them.
“Rev,” she moaned, and she wrapped her palm around his cock and began stroking him up and down, loving how thick and hard he was.
His hands roamed farther south, down to her pants. His fingers dipped into her wetness, sending her hormones into high gear.
“I need to be in you,” he growled.
“Uh-huh. I need you in me,” she said, nipping at his lips.
“Bend over, love,” he demanded, yanking her leggings from her body.
Rev spun her around to face the bed. She bent over as he had asked and spread her legs. Apparently, she didn’t spread her legs as far as he had wanted. He kicked her feet farther apart.
Running his hand over her soaked pussy, he slipped two fingers into her heat and pumped them in and out at a rapid pace.
“Oh, God!” Hallie groaned. If he kept it up, she was going to come all over his damn fingers.
Just when she thought he was going to push her over the edge, he pulled his fingers out of her channel and slammed his cock balls deep in one swift roll of his hips.
“Yes!” she moaned, loving the sweet stretch of her inner walls around his cock.
“You feel so fucking good, love. I’ve missed this pussy. So damn much,” he groaned, slowly circling his hips, driving as deep as he could into her.
Rev latched onto her hair and pulled her chest off the bed, her back pressing against his chest. He kissed and licked her shoulder, her neck.
She squeezed and massaged her heavy breasts, wanting to feel everything she possibly could.
He slipped his hand between the juncture of her thighs and quickly found her clit. He began a slow, methodical pace. He circled her clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure she needed to chase her first climax.
