Everything below my waist constricts as Baz’s pelvis persistently scrapes against my clit. A storm is coming.
“Shit, so tight.” Baz feels my muscles lock down. “Stevie, come. You have to fucking come while I’m inside you. I want to feel it. Ineedto feel it,” he chokes out, pumping harder. The all-consuming urge has finally taken control.
He doesn’t need to ask or demand because I’m already there. His pelvis strikes my clit like a match, and I catch fire. Everywhere.
I screech as I come, yanking unapologetically on his hair. Baz lets loose a low baritone groan, sliding his hand down the back of my thigh to grab my ass as he slams his cock into me one last time.
It sounds like his orgasm causes him physical pain. It’s as satisfying as it is arousing.
Once his climax discharges him, Baz pulls out of me lethargically and rests by my side. He’s wiped. We both are. That was taxing in every way. Mentally, physically, spiritually. I think even the baby is zapped.
Baz holds me close as the fire crackles and pops, dotting lazy kisses on my shoulder as we drift off to dreamland.
The last thing I hear before falling asleep is Baz’s velvety timber. “Mine.All. Fucking. Mine.”
I WATCH BAZchop wood through the kitchen window. He’s been out there all morning blowing off steam. Shirtless, sweaty, and sexy as sin. It’s early May, and although there are still slight traces of snow on the ground, the sun is warm and the air is fragrant with spring.
I place my hand on my belly where a small bump has finally made an appearance. The bright rays filtering through the paned glass over the sink makes my bold engagement ring glitter.
Who in the hell am I right now?I wonder as Baz swings the axe and the wood piece split’s in two. Pregnant, engaged, and deliriously happy.
Happiness is a farce, Stevie.Benny’s words slice through my perfect moment.It’s an idea that’s sold to the weak and devoured by the desperate.
Benny could be mean and bitter at times. It was difficult to tell what made him tick. But one thing’s for sure, his cynicism, skepticism, and suspicion definitely rubbed off on me. I don’t believe happiness is a farce, and I also don’t believe our little bubble is going to float peacefully through the air forever. You don’t just escape or evade the people I work for, even if you are related to them. Sooner or later, everything is going to gopop!
That exact moment I witness the bubble burst. The gunshot rings aloud, and Baz goes down.
My skin prickles from my lower back to the tip of my scalp as I scream inside. I don’t utter a sound, though. I just do what I’ve been conditioned to do. I fight back. I hit the floor as bullets fly through the windows, shattering the glass. My main concern is Baz, so I pull out the two automatics I stashed under the sink, stand up, and open fire out the broken window. I didn’t see the trajectory of the bullets, but I can guess where it came from. I send a spray out into the woods as Baz Army crawls across the dirt to the door. Relief briefly flutters in my stomach as he moves in my peripheral vision. I provide cover long enough for him to slither inside.
“Stevie,” he calls my name, holding his shoulder.
“I’m fine.” I continue pulling the triggers until I’m out. “I think there’s more than one.” I base my assumption on the amount of shots fired into the house in the short period of time and the locations of the bullet holes. Unless that one hitter is packing some kind of monster of an automatic. Not likely. “We need to move. Upstairs.” I drop the guns in the farmhouse sink and creep over to Baz, making sure to keep down. We need to move quickly.
“Upstairs?” he questions as I hook my arm around his and lead him to the stairs. “We’ll get trapped in.”
“No, we won’t,” I argue. “We’ll have total visibility of the house from the second floor. The floor plan is too open to hide. We’ll draw them into the house and then pick them off.” We start up the stairs on all fours, keeping our heads down. Another shower of bullets flies through the house just as we make it to the second floor.
“Fuck, they’re closing in.” I draw Baz into the master bedroom and shut the door. We never discussed an escape plan if something like this ever happened, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have one. “Show me your shoulder,” I demand in a hurry as I pull a sniper rifle and shotgun out from underneath the bed. Blood is seeping through his fingers covering the wound.
I cock the shotgun in one hand as I inspect the hole in Baz’s shoulder. “It went straight through.” Thank God.
“It hurts like a son of a bitch.”
“Now’s not the time to be a pussy. I assume you know how to use this.” I hand over the double barrel.
Baz takes the gun with an incredulous expression on his face. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?”
I smile cheekily. “Let’s go kill some bad guys and get the fuck out of here. The honeymoon is over.” I head to the door. “Stay behind me.”
“You’re being very bossy right now,” Baz whispers.
I glance back at him and smirk. “Two very important people’s lives are at stake. I have the right to be bossy.”
I drop to the floor and inch across the wood, slipping the neck of the rifle through two spindles of the banister. From this angle, I can see the front door and still be hidden from anyone creeping around the wall to come up the stairs.
“Stevie?” Baz mummers.
“Yeah?” I look through the eyeglass, getting ready.
