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“Who the fuck are you working with?” I demand.
Samantha rights her clothes and steps from the wall. “I’ll give you today, but know your day of reckoning is coming,” she replies, ignoring my question. Then she steps around me and stops in front of Wes. “I’m looking forward to our reunion, Lover.” Samantha leans in, attempting to kiss him, but Wes averts her touch. She snorts at his snub. “Enjoy this while it lasts,” she singsongs, shoulder-checking Wes before storming down the hall.
I turn to security, “She doesn’t get within a thousand feet of this fucking room. Do you understand me?” I don’t wait for their agreement before stalking back into the room where my still-immobile brother lies.
Bending over, I murmur into his ear, “Fight, you stupid fucker. So I can kill you for being so fucking stupid.”
7
OWEN
“Please, Owen.” The need in her voice shoots straight to my dick.
“Anything for you, Angel,” I whisper as I sink into her slowly. Her body readily accepts me, her pussy stretching with each shallow thrust before I sink all the way in. Groaning, I pause, staring at the spot where we’re connected sans condom before trailing up the length of her tantalizing skin and meeting her fiery-gray eyes. My mouth drops open, and the words are on the tip of my tongue, but they just won’t come out. It’s as if something is stopping me from the confession I’ve longed to tell. Instead, I watch Ariah’s hands clasp my neck, pulling me until our lips connect. I hiss when she nips my lip before she pulls away.
“I need you.” Her plea urges my hips to move. Languid strokes, building the tension as her pussy clenches, attempting to hold me in. She’s so fucking wet. I can feel her juices coat my dick, and I have to fight not to come on the spot.
On the next thrust, her legs cross over my ass, and she lifts to meet me stroke for stroke. I brace my forearm on the bed and grip her chin as I increase my pace. “That’s it Ry, give me my fucking pussy,” I grunt between thrusts. The sound of my balls hitting her ass spurs me on. Pushing up from my elbow, I snatch my hand from her face and pull her leg over my shoulder, sliding out until only the head of my cock is seated. Then I meet her eyes and slam in so deep her breath stutters to a stop, but I don’t stop pounding in and out. My free hand moves— the tips of my middle and ring fingers rubbing circles on her clit. I feel the spasm—my momentum nearly stutters to a stop with each clench of her mounting orgasm. I roll my hips, pulling out slightly, then pinch her clit as I slam inside her, not slowing until she stops denying me the sound of her screams.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkk,” she shouts, finally giving me what I want like music to my ears as her body shakes through her release, triggering mine. My thrusts become jerky at the feel of my cum finally mixing with hers.
I pull out, quickly sliding down her body and hoisting her legs over my shoulders before feasting on her leaking pussy. I suck our combined juices onto my tongue, then rise and crash my mouth to hers. Our tongues jointly enjoy our taste.
Reaching up, I yank her hair back, separating our lips, our breaths heavy in the air, my nostrils flaring, inhaling the scent of our sex. I’d bottle it up and wear it as a cologne if it were possible, and I would kill anyone, except my brothers, who’d smell it. Ariah’s lustful droopy gaze meets mine. I open my mouth to speak, “I lo—.”
“Why the fuck isn’t he awake yet?”
Lev? What the fuck is he doing here? I look around the room I’m in, and I’m in darkness. Where the fuck did Ariah go? I attempt to stand, but my limbs don’t move.
“You said now that most of the drugs are out of his system, he’d be awake. Well, it’s been two goddamn weeks, and still nothing,” Lev snarls.
Two weeks?
My brain tries to process, and like a dam being blown open, everything that’s happened comes flooding in just as the bright lights of what I’m guessing is a hospital room come slowly into focus. My eyes flit around the room. My brothers are here. Our dads and Thomas too. But someone is missing.
I search and search. I don’t see her. I attempt to move, but I’m frozen. I attempt to speak, but I’m mute. Where is she? I can feel my pulse kicking up, and the monitors do too. An annoying ratcheted-up beeping noise stops all the bickering in the room as everyone’s focus shifts to me. I can feel myself slipping just as my eyes shut.
“There you are,” Ariah’s melodic voice calms me. Whatever discontented feelings I had a moment ago are forgotten.
Cupping her face in my hands, I press my forehead to hers. “I’m never too far behind you, Angel—remember that if you ever try to run from me.”
She snorts, placing her hand on the “A” carved in my chest. “What if I like it when you chase me?” Ariah questions before pushing away from me and darting into the woods. “Catch me if you can!”
I stand watching the way her delectable ass bounces as she runs before she disappears, and I finally spring into action. A lascivious smile donning my face. “I’m coming for you.”
“You better fix this, or I’ll take pleasure in slicing you from navel to throat and dancing on your intestines!”
Wy? My eyes dart, seeking the voice, but there’s no one there. Growling in frustration, I shake my head clear and head after my heart.
By the time I step into the forest, all traces of Ariah are gone. I can’t see or smell her. There are no footprints in the dirt— no cleared brush signaling which direction she’s gone. “Angel?” I shout. There’s no answer. I still, trying to hear a snapping twig or rustling leaves— nothing. I’m met with nothing. Until I hear a crack to my left and see a glimpse of midnight blue hair taking off in the distance, she’s a stealthy one.
Hopping over the red oak tree’s outstretched roots, I run toward Ariah’s pounding feet, racing to make up for lost time. I watch as she exits the forest, and as I step into the clearing, she turns, her bright smile mischievous as she taunts, “Come and get me.” Then she dashes for the hill. Before she makes it three steps, I scoop my arms around her waist and turn so my body takes the brunt of the fall as I take us to the ground. We roll until she’s on top of me, pinning my shoulders to the ground. “I like this game,” Ariah teases, lowering her mouth to mine. “The hunter ended up being the hunted.”
“I was always the one hunting you, Angel,” I confidently state, attempting to grip her waist, but she pulls back, and her knees swiftly press my arms into the grass.
Her silvery eyes are light as she bends, the ghost of her lips trailing along my skin up to my ear. “Were you chasing me, or was I luring you?” she asks before nipping the shell of my ear. Ariah lifts her head to meet my gaze. “Owen. I lo—.”
“He’s back.”
