Page 12 of Unchained

“Do you know what I dreamt about last night?” I lift her leg up, placing it over my shoulder. “I dreamt of you running through the storm, trying to get away from the presumed killer. I snagged you around the waist and threw you to the ground, then I forced my tongue inside this tight pussy.”

I give her a few slow strokes, licking around and down. Circling her entrance before I slide back up to her tight little bean, which is already pulsing.

“I forced myself into your tight hole and demanded the orgasm straight from your body. You were clawing through the mud, trying to fight your need, but you were too fucking weak. You came so hard on my tongue, your entire body convulsed to the roar of the thunder overhead.”

My dick is convulsing at the memory. It was the best fucking dream I’ve ever had and had me making a mess inside my pants.

Her body trembles and a moan rolls from her throat and down my spine, settling into my ball sack and making me spill my seed.

“You ready to give me what I need, princess?” I lick my way down to her hole and begin teasing my way inside. “You’re going to come on my tongue and rub your clit off on my lips.”

Her body starts rocking forward, her orgasm on the horizon. I push in deeper and groan as her taste fills my senses. She’s so fucking good.

I dive in for more, back and forth, pumping faster as her body starts to rock against me. She’s completely given herself over to me, fallen prey to my hunger, and damn if that doesn’t make my dick even harder. I grab onto my cock and give it a squeeze, stroking in time with my tongue, rubbing faster and faster.

When her dam breaks and her pleasure floods in, my cock follows suit. The orgasm shatters me. My mind gets blasted with the heat as I struggle to ride her through her orgasm. Soon her body goes limp, and I retreat from her warmth, settling her leg back down to the ground.

I take another slow lick up to her clit and give it a worshipping kiss. Thanking her for releasing the restraints that have kept me chained to misery for the last six years. She has no idea what she’s just done. And if she ever thought she’d be getting away from me now, she’s wrong. Like I told her, if she came back, she’s mine.

CHAPTER 11

Emberly

“Ishould get going,” I state, still trying to catch my breath as my thoughts work in overdrive to catch up to speed on what just happened.

“No.” He grips my neck, pressing his forehead to mine. “Don’t go.”

I’m not sure when my worlds of fantasy and reality collided, but I feel like I’ve stepped into an alternate universe. One that feels dangerous to tread in.

“I have an open house to host and if I’m not there, I’ll lose my job.”

His grip tightens and that dangerous stare intensifies. I need to leave before I sink further into my emotions: wanting what I can’t have. Getting involved with this man is a dead-end road. He and his family are on the run. It’s not like I can have a relationship with him. It’s not like we could go on dates or be seen in public together. I can’t build a life with him. I can’t invite my brother over for Sunday dinners and family game nights. There would never be a wedding—me in a dress walking down an aisle where a minister will marry us. Life as I know it would be over. I’d be spending my days chasing fears and running from the law.

And here I am spinning on thoughts of marriage when I don’t even know the guy. He’s been locked away for six years. The attraction he has for me could simply be his starvation for physical contact. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Bottom line is we’re complete strangers and this was a fluke moment of weakness.

“I…um…” I let all the stupid words die before they leave my mouth. Thanking him for what he just did, telling him it was nice meeting him, that I’ll never forget him or this moment will only make me sound immature. “Be safe,” is what I leave hanging in the air before I pull from his hold and turn to open my car door.

His hand braces the top of it, keeping it from opening all the way again. His hard chest presses against my back and his hot breath hits my neck. The intense silence hangs between us for what feels like an eternity before he finally releases the door.

“Thank you for everything you did for us.” His deep words hit me in the chest and then he’s retreating inside the house, and my stomach sinks. This was goodbye. And for some crazy reason, I feel like I just lost something important. I climb into my car and pull out of the driveway, the heaviness in my chest growing stronger the farther I get from the house.

I’m being ridiculous. Falling for a complete stranger is insane. Falling for an escaped convict who’s on the run is beyond ludicrous. Letting him touch me like that. Allowing him to do such intimate things was stupid.

But…

It’s never felt so good. Good is such a puny word for how incredible it was.

I pull up to the listing for the open house and suck in a deep, shuddering breath. It’s time to put everything to rest and be a professional. It’s time to get back to my normal, boring life.

CHAPTER 12

Trevor

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

I look up from my phone, seeing my sister’s curious stare locked right on me.

“You’re pissed about something?”