His arm slid underneath my lower back and lifted me, effortlessly holding me while he thrust into me, deepening the angle and making me wince as my tits bounced. He looked into my eyes as he made love to me, as he consumed me, conquered me. We weren’t even married yet, and he treated this like a honeymoon.
It hurt to have him that deep, but I came anyway because the look in his eyes was so fierce, like he loved me more than ever before and that the love had risen to new heights, unbelievable heights.
He tugged me into him, releasing at the same time, our slick bodies coming around each other.
He kissed me when he was finished, kissed me like he wasn’t satisfied at all. It was a kiss full of desire, the taste of his sweat potent on his tongue. When he pulled out of me and got off, he immediately went into the bathroom to rinse off in the shower, like he intended to go to work.
I lay there, feeling sore now that the hormones were gone.
Jesus, I’ve never been fucked like that in all my life.
I pulled the sheets up my body even though I was warm and sweaty. But I was ready to sleep hard.
He came out minutes later and headed for his closet. He slipped on his long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and pulled on his heavy boots. His skull ring was never on his hand anymore, so I wasn’t sure what he’d done with it. He grabbed his phone and slipped it into his back pocket. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He leaned over me and kissed me goodbye.
“Bye. Love you.”
He kissed my neck before he straightened. “Love you too, baby.”
Then he was gone.
I jolted wide awake when I heard a sound I’d never heard before in my life.
Like a train had just crashed head on into a building.
The sound was too loud to be something I’d dreamed. My adrenaline spiked, and my heart raced like my life was on the line. It was too extreme to be something I’d just made up.
Then I heard it again.
It was coming from the other side of the house—near the entrance.
I jumped out of bed and pulled on my clothes. I nearly tripped getting into my jeans, and my hair got caught in my sweater when I pushed my head through the neck hole. I snatched my phone and ran down the hallway, getting to the monitor on the wall that showed the camera feed.
“Holy shit.” I covered my mouth when I saw the group of men outside the front door, carrying a large metal cylinder that they banged against the front door, trying to break it down like they were the Romans who’d come to conquer.
I didn’t know what the hell to do.
I could open the garage and drive away, but that seemed too risky. There were probably men waiting for me to do that. I imagined they were here for Heath, or they knew he was gone…and I was alone.
I called Heath as I ran back down the hallway to the bedroom, where the guns were located.
He picked up right away. “I’m on my way.” He was calm even though he knew exactly what was happening on our doorstep. “It’s going to take them a long time to get through the door, so don’t be scared.”
“Don’t be scared?” I asked incredulously. “Jesus, there are at least twenty of them—”
“Listen to me.” He shut me up because there wasn’t time. “Grab an automatic rifle from the closet. They’re all loaded.”
“I don’t know how to use a gun. You never showed me—”
“You can do it, baby. Press it against your shoulder, not your collarbone.”
Now I was getting really scared. “Am I really going to have to shoot these guys?”
“It’s just in case.”
Oh my god, I couldn’t believe this was happening. The loud gong sounded again, making me jump and scream.
He didn’t react. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I called Balto—”
“I don’t want him to risk his life for me.” He was going to be a father. If something happened to him…
“I called Damien too.”
No, not my brother.
“But I will get there first. I will take care of this. I promise.”
“Oh my god…oh my god.”
“Baby, come on.” He gave me tough love. “Stay in our room, aim that gun, and blow anyone to hell that comes for you.”