“Fuck!” she hisses through her teeth. “Yes. Keep going.”
I’m about to lose it—right on the edge. My balls draw up, black spots dancing across my vision.
“Come on my dick, Trouble. You’re safe in my arms. Unravel for me.Now.”
She does.
Crying my name into the night, Indy’s whole body shakes as she falls apart in my arms. Heat floods her core, drenching my dick and sending me over. My release tears through powerfully, my forehead dropping against her back as I come inside her.
She braces against the truck, chanting my name until it dissolves into a soft murmur of breathless whimpers as she collapses forward.
She’s putty in my hands as I ease her down, turning her onto her back. A satiated smile tugs at her lips, her chest rising and falling in a relaxed pattern as she smiles up at me.
For the first time all night, it feels like I can breathe. I kiss her forehead. “Let me find us something to clean up with, then I’ll take you home.”
“You’ll stay with me, right?” she asks, the fear and sadness erased from her voice, replaced with sex-hazed happiness.
“Forever, Trouble.” I kiss her forehead again. “I’ll stay with you forever.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I wake with my heart already racing, dread sitting heavily in my chest like there’s a fist wrapped around my lungs.
The room is dark and still—too still. No noise, no light streaming in from the gap in the curtains. For a moment, I don’t move, I just lie there and listen to the click of my heater as it comes on, humming lightly.
Beside me, Gareth’s steady breathing is a calming beacon, one I snuggle into further. At my contact, his breathing shudders, and he drapes a heavy arm across my middle.
The warmth of his body loosens something inside of me, the slightest bit of tension dissipating enough for me to take a full breath.
Visions of yesterday slam back into my thoughts in broken flashes—the dirty backpack, the threat in the assailant’s eyes.
The way I froze.
I swallow thickly, struggling to escape from the memory.
I’m safe in Gareth’s arms, but my nervous system hasn’t caught up yet.
Carefully, I turn over and face him. Even asleep, he tightens his hold, fitting me against his chest. His chest is solid and warm, heartbeat slow and steady.
Safe—I’m safe. I’m his. I’m in his arms.
I’mhis.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, barely conscious. His fingers flex at my hip, his chin resting on top of my head. A second barely passes before he’s snoring softly again, his soft breaths lingering on my skin.
Closing my eyes, sleep takes me under.
When I’m startled awake the second time, the fear crashes into me like a violent wave.
In the distance, a door slams hard enough to rattle the frame, heavy footsteps moving quickly down the hall.
My eyes snap open, body reacting before my brain as I jolt upright, adrenaline flooding my bloodstream. Gareth jerks awake at the same moment, instantly alert.
He jumps out of bed, heading toward the door.
“What was that?” I whisper.
“I’m not?—”
