“Anyway, that night, he whipped me until I bled. The pain was excruciating. But the worst of it came when he made me shower afterward. He scrubbed my back with soap, and I screamed and screamed until finally I passed out from the pain.” I swallowed hard. “That was the first time he used the whip. It wasn’t the last.”
Wolfe pressed his lips to my forehead. “He will never hurt you again.”
I knew he meant what he said, but I only prayed it was true.
Rhys
Sleep didn’t come easily for me. And when I did finally drift off, the events of the night had caught up with me. Seeing Joanna Tannenbaum’s lifeless eyes staring back at me, her car mangled beyond belief. Then Amy’s story of the additional horrors she had survived.
It had roused me, making it impossible to close my eyes again.
It all made me question myself, my job. Being a sheriff wasn’t something I'd ever thought I would do, but I enjoyed it. Liked helping people, protecting people. Then shit like this came to light and I realized it wasn’t enough.
There were monsters like Kelly Jackson out there. They came out of the woodwork all the time. And right now, as I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, I knew someone out there was suffering the way Amy had and there wasn’t a goddamn thing I could do about it.
However, I could protect Amy.
No, there was nothing to say that Kelly Jackson wouldn’t find a way to get to her, but we could arm her, teach her how to protect herself. There were plenty of people who said guns weren’t the answer, and perhaps they were right in a lot of cases. However, when it came down to protecting your life against a definite threat, sometimes it was the only option.
Finally giving up on the ability to close my eyes, I climbed out of bed as quietly as I could, then slipped out of Wolfe’s bedroom and into the living room. I thought about making coffee, but I was too keyed up for caffeine.
What I needed was something to punch.
The sound of the bedroom door opening, then closing, had me turning around to see Wolfe walking out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. My body hardened, some of the anger replaced by lust.
When Wolfe’s green eyes met mine, I knew we were thinking the same thing. There was one very powerful way to release the pent-up energy, to burn off the adrenaline, to numb the pain if only for a little while.
Apparently Wolfe was on the same page, because he walked right up to me, put his hand behind my neck, and jerked me forward. A not-so-gentle nip on my bottom lip told me that he was strung tight, too.
We were a fumble of hands and mouths for long minutes. Groping, touching, kissing. Other than our combined grunts and groans, the room was silent, warming significantly the more we touched.
“Need you,” Wolfe growled. “Right fucking now.”
I nodded.
When Wolfe pulled a condom from his pocket, it was clear this had been his intention all along.
“Don’t suppose you have lube to go with that?” I teased, biting his lip gently.
“Of course I do.” He pulled back and a small tube of lubricant appeared in front of me. “But before we get to that, I want you in my mouth.”
I didn’t even have a chance to say anything before Wolfe was on his knees in front of me. My boxers met the floor, and the heat of his mouth consumed me. I grabbed his head, my fingers twining in his short hair as I held on. The suction, the heat, it slammed through me, my body tensing as the glorious sensation assaulted all of my senses. Unable to help myself, I jerked Wolfe to me, driving my cock into the man’s throat. He allowed me to use him, to fuck his mouth. In, out, deeper, harder. I was blinded by the lust that took over, the overwhelming pleasure obliterating everything else from my mind.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “Love your mouth.” I continued to fuck Wolfe’s face, not being gentle, but he didn’t seem to mind. He remained on his knees, his perfect fucking mouth giving me more pleasure than I thought possible.
I held on as long as I could, but eventually my orgasm won out and I came in a rush, my legs nearly giving out. Wolfe’s arm banded around me as he surged to his feet, our mouths crashing together momentarily. I knew my feet were moving, my legs carrying me somewhere, but I didn’t know where. I allowed Wolfe to guide me, to do what I needed to do.
“Kneel on the couch,” he demanded, a gentle nudge sending me onto the cushion.
I turned away, kneeling as instructed and gripping the back of the couch. I was grateful I didn’t have to hold myself up any longer. More so when Wolfe pressed two lubed fingers into my ass. My cock twitched, but it wasn’t going to come fully back to life. Not that I cared.
Wolfe’s fingers disappeared moments before the man’s cock impaled me, his hard chest pressing against my back. A firm hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back. I went with the movement, turning my head and allowing him to kiss me as he drove into me from behind. It was rough and so fucking good, the blood in my body returned to my cock, thickening it.
“Need this,” he whispered against my mouth. “Need you.”
I knew how he felt.
“Gonna fuck you hard now,” Wolfe warned.
