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7
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This girl has my dick in a knot. I can’t think about anything but the other night and having my mouth on her. I want to do it again and again, listening to her scream my name. But even more? I want to know what that uncle of hers did to her. I want to know why I sense evil in that motherfucker every time I looked at him or he spoke. I see the way she averted her eyes, trying not to look at him, and it pissed me off. This is her house. Her home that those motherfuckers were invading. It didn’t feel like family. It didn’t feel like love in the room. It was tense as hell, and everyone just sort of spoke around the elephant in the room.
Now, she’s in bed asleep as I pace the hallway. People won’t be staying here until closer to Christmas. Sleeping in the room with her; isn’t a problem. However, I can’t stop thinking about sinking my cock in her.
I drop onto the bed and lie on my back with my arm thrown over my face as I try to sleep. That’s not something I do a lot of anyway when I hear her scream. I leap off the bed and haul ass down the hall after grabbing my gun off my dresser and enterher room. She sits against the headboard, the sheet pulled up to her chest.
“What happened?”
“Someone was by the window!” she screams. I rush over and throw open the curtain, but I don’t see shit. We’re on the second floor. How could someone be at the window anyway?
“I don’t see anyone. Stay here and lock the door until I get back,” I tell her. I run out of her room and down the stairs. It’s cold as hell outside, and I don’t give a shit that the snow has started to fall as I race around the yard barefoot in nothing but my jeans. When I don’t find anyone, I look up at her window and see they could have climbed up there, but who the hell in their right mind would do that?
Scratching my temple with the butt of my gun, I sigh as I walk back around to the front door and walk inside. I close the door and set the alarm before heading back up the steps and to her room.
“It’s me,” I say before the door opens. She’s standing there in a shirt and shorts, leaving little to the imagination. I want to rip those fucking shorts off her body.
“I didn’t see anything. Maybe it was a dream,” I tell her. She shakes her head, clearly trembling right now, before I reach for her with one hand and pull her into my arms.
“No one is out there,” I reassure her.
“I saw someone. I swear I did.”
“Well, they’re gone now,” I tell her once more. She pulls away from me and looks at the gun in my hand before looking at my face.
“Will you stay with me?”
“I … fuck, Olson.”
“On the couch,” she adds. I can do that. I nod my head and walk over, setting the gun on the nightstand before pulling the cushions off the couch and tossing them to the side. Olson grabsme a sheet and some blankets and makes the bed for me. She hands me a pillow and I smile at her.
“Thanks. Try to sleep,” I tell her. She walks over and climbs back into bed, a little hesitant at first. I see the look on her face as she sits there, pulling her blanket over herself. She lays back and fuck me do I want to be next to her. My cock is hard, and I adjust the motherfucker before laying on my side and trying to get some sleep myself.
I close my eyes, but I can’t stop the vision of Marcy and that fucking prick from crossing my mind. I can’t believe she’d actually do it. I can’t believe she’d fuck the prospect behind my back. My phone chimes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see a message from Cage. He’s pissed I didn’t show up for Thanksgiving, but something told me to stay and stick around here. He’ll fucking get over it.
I send him the finger emoji and toss the phone over onto the bed next to me before closing my eyes.
I must have been a lot more tired than I originally thought I was because when I woke up, the sun was peeking in through the curtain. I yawn and roll over to see Olson standing there with my gun in her hand, and I groan at the sight. There’s just something sexy about a woman holding a gun but not an inexperienced one.
“What the hell are you doin’?” I ask. She jolts, the gun firing in her hand before she screams. I leap out of the bed and grab the gun from her hand, clicking on the safety before setting it back on the small table. She’s still screaming when I grab her and shake her a little.
“What the fuck were you doin’?” I yelled louder this time. I bet her ears are ringing right about now, but the look of fear in her eyes kills a little part of me. Who was she going to use that on?
“I just wanted to see if I could hold one!” she squeals as she looks at me.
“Hold one? Are you fuckin’ crazy, Olson? You could have hurt yourself,” I yell back at her.
“I’m sorry! Oh my god. What if I killed someone?” she cries hysterically as I release her and look out the window. The shot went straight through the wall, and the only thing behind her house was the trees.
“You didn’t kill anyone,” I sigh as I turn back to her.
“I could have! How do you know I didn’t?”
“There’s nothin’ but trees behind your house, Olson. You’re good.”
“Oh my God.”
