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“Oh, god,” I whimper, arching, my fingers curling into the sheets. “Tanner.”
His mouth devours me, his tongue dragging up and down my pussy, causing little sparks of pleasure to shoot through my core. His fingers are deep inside me, gently pulling in and out, causing a combination of pleasure I don’t think I’ve felt before. I’m wound up so tightly my back is arched off the bed and my toes are curled so tightly I can hardly feel them anymore.
“I’m going to, oh god ...”
I lose my train of thought as pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt in a good while erupts through my body, exploding from the inside out. I cry out Tanner’s name, clutching the sheets, thrashing my head from side to side. He licks me until every shudder is ripped from my body, and only then does he come up for air. He gets to his knees, his gloriously naked body on display for me to see.
Even battered and bruised, he’s perfect.
So fucking beautiful.
He moves quickly, lifting me up and rolling us so his back hits the bed and my body falls over his. I place my knees either side of his hips and he kisses me. He kisses me with such ferocity I lose my breath. I clutch his hair, deepening the kiss until our tongues dance and I can taste myself. We kiss until we’re panting, until we’re frantic. His cock his pressing between my legs, and with a slight adjustment of my hits, I slide down onto it. Inch by inch, taking it, letting it fill me.
He growls, I whimper, and then I make the final leap, sliding down fully onto him. The burning feeling as I stretch is welcomed, and my body comes back on high alert at the realization of what’s going to happen next. Tanner arches up, his mouth catching my nipple, and he sucks as I start to rock, slowly at first, dragging my hips back and forth, before picking up the pace.
Hands on my hips, Tanner moves me, making me fuck him so hard my ass shakes and my breasts bounce. I tip my head back, letting him take control, his big fingers digging into my hips as he arches up with each thrust, filling me as deeply as he can. Pleasure builds inside me, and with each passing thrust, gets stronger and stronger, until I’m screaming his name and experiencing an orgasm that rocks me to my core.
Tanner follows close behind, growling through his release, his cock pulsing over and over inside me. When he slows me down and I come to a stop, I can feel every movement as his release is pulled from his body. Once it’s over, I roll off, tucking myself into his side, both of us panting. It takes a moment for us to catch our breaths, and when we do, I say, “That didn’t hurt, did it?”
He makes a chuckling sound. “Could have my leg cut off and I’d still endure it to see you bouncin’ on my cock like that. You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Callie.”
I flush and snuggle into him closer. “You’re not so bad yourself, even though you currently look like you’ve done three rounds in the ring.”
He grunts. “Yeah, feel it, too.”
“You should get some sleep, you’re exhausted. We’ve been too busy talking and fucking.”
I go to move away so I can head back to my own room and get some rest too, but his arm tightens, making me stay where I am. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Don’t go,” he says, his voice firm, yet weirdly vulnerable.
“Okay,” I whisper, getting comfortable again.
Within moments, his breathing deepens, and I know he’s asleep. I smile, it’s hard not to. I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep in a man’s arms. I’ve always wondered how it would feel, and honestly, I like it. I like it a lot. I feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch me while I’m here. That’s a nice feeling to have, and one I’m not overly familiar with.
Within moments, my eyes are dropping closed, too.
My breathing deepens.
Tanner’s breaths turn into light snores.
And I can’t help but smile as the warm darkness takes me.
This really does feel nice.
I could get used to it.
I really could.
~*~*~*~
“TANNER!”
The pounding at the door wakes me up, and as I come to, Tatum’s voice becomes clearer. I rub my eyes and roll out of Tanner’s arms. He’s still dead asleep.
“Tanner! Get up! Wake up!”
Shit.
Tatum sounds frantic. I reach over and shake Tanner by the shoulder until he slowly rouses out of his sleep. He rubs his eyes and grumbles something sleepily, then he hears Tatum’s voice and jerks upright in bed. Within a few seconds he’s standing and walking over to the door, opening it.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, his voice still husky from sleep.
“They’ve got Chase.”
“What? Who?”
Tatum walks into the room and stops dead when he sees me with a sheet wrapped around myself, sitting up in Tanner’s bed. Well, this is one way for him to find out what it is we’ve been doing in here.
“Not even goin’ to ask,” he murmurs, then turns to Tanner and says, “I got a call from the guys you’ve been huntin’ down. They figured out who you are and your relation to Chase, and somehow they fuckin’ got hold of him. They told me if I don’t show up tomorrow with the cash you owe, they’ll kill him.”
“Fuck,” Tanner growls. “I thought you had his name changed? How the fuck did they find him?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know. Traced my phone? Traced yours? Followed us? How the fuck do I know. I had his name changed properly, so it fuckin’ beats me how they got to him so quick. Either way, they’ve got him, and they want cash for the goods you destroyed when you went in there on a fuckin’ rampage, not only that, they want you.”
I glance at Tanner, concerned. They want him? This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.
“How much cash?” Tanner asks, ignoring the fact that Tatum clearly stated they want him too.
“Ten grand, by tomorrow.”
Tanner runs a hand down his face, and then murmurs, “Go and get the others up. We’ll head over there. I’ll figure something out.”
“They’re goin’ to kill him, Tanner,” Tatum says, his voice concerned.
“He got himself into this fuckin’ mess.” Tanner grunts. “But we’ll get him out of it.”
“You got him into it by goin’ in and causin’ shit instead of coming to us and workin’ out a smart plan,” Tatum growls. “If anyone is to blame here, it’s you.”
“You really want to get into this now?” Tatum fires back, fists clenched.
“Okay,” I say, standing, keeping the sheet around my body. “That’s enough. Tatum, go and get the others. We’ll work something out. We’ll get Chase back and sort this out, okay?”
Tatum glares at Tanner for a minute but turns and disappears out the door. I glance over at the clock, it’s six at night, which means we slept all afternoon. It works out well, considering we have to be where Chase is by noon tomorrow, that’s some driving we’re going to have to put forward in the next few hours.
“What are we going to do, Tanner?” I ask, reaching for my clothes so I can get changed and we can get on the road.
“Don’t stress about it,” Tanner murmurs, picking up his clothes and heading toward the shower. “I’ll work out a plan.”
He closes the door and I exhale. I get dressed quickly, grab my things, and take them out to the truck. When I arrive, Ethan is leaning against it, arms crossed. I walk over and throw my things in, then I stand next to him and say, “This is a problem.”
He looks over at me, his eyes running up and down the length of me, then he says, “Yeah, it fuckin’ is.”
“Someone is going to get hurt here, I just know it.”
“You’re right about that,” he agrees. “If we’re not smart that is. Tanner is too angry to be calling the shots here, but for whatever reason, everyone fuckin’ does as he wants. He’s goin’ to be the reason someone gets hurt.”
“He’s not stupid, Ethan,” I defend. “He’s angry, but he’s not stupid.”
“Isn’t he?” Ethan snorts. “Because he is the one that went after them, made them angry, and got then on the hunt for him. Now, they’ve got him right where they want him. They’re going to take what they want, because Tanner didn’t use his fuckin’ brain.”
“Glad you feel so strongly about me, Ethan,” Tanner’s voice comes from the other side of the truck as he throws his luggage in and glares over at Ethan.
“I’m tellin’ it how it is, Tanner. You know I’m right. You fucked up. Own it and let us help you make a plan from here, otherwise someone is goin’ to get hurt and it’ll be on you.”
Tanner stares across the back of the truck, then mutters, “Okay.”
He turns and walks over to Tatum’s truck, leaving Ethan looking rather shocked. I don’t think he thought Tanner would actually agree with him. I push off the truck, too, heading over to see Jo, who is just putting her luggage in. She’s tired, I can see it in her eyes. I’m guessing she probably only just got to sleep, judging by the fact that she looks like she’s dead on her feet.
“Hey,” I say when I reach her. “You didn’t get much rest?”
She shakes her head. “No, I didn’t. Where were you?”
I glance at Tanner, and her eyes follow mine, then she looks back at me and says, “I want the details, but right now I need to get into that truck and sleep some more.”
“How come you didn’t get much rest?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I have a lot on my mind, and Tatum ...”
“Tatum what?” I question, narrowing my eyes.
“Tatum came by and we got into a bit of an argument when I told him I need some space. He didn’t take it well, and ... God, it’s just so messy. How did I get myself into this?”
I give her an understanding smile. “You’re doing the right thing, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be easy.”
“No,” she murmurs, “nothing right ever is. I’m going to get some more rest, then I’ll come ride with you all for a while and you can tell me everything.”
“Okay,” I say to her, watching as she climbs into the back of the truck, lying down and closing her eyes.
I feel for her, she’s going through so much with me, all while trying to deal with the problems she’s already got in her own life.
She needs a break, she deserves happiness, she’s just having a hard time finding any of it.
“Time to hit the road,” Tanner says to me as he passes.
“Okay,” I say, glancing at Jo once more before going back to Tanner’s truck and climbing in.
Once we’re on the road, Ethan pipes up from the back saying, “What’s the plan?”
“Don’t have one yet,” Tanner tells him, “but Tatum is thinkin’ we use you and Garrett as back up, and we go in and get Chase back.”
“You mean try to take them down?” Ethan asks.
“Yeah.”
“There could be a lot of them, you’re not goin’ to know that until you go in there. I’m sure there is a better way than just going in, guns blazing, hoping for the best.”
“If you’ve got a better way, by all fuckin’ means throw it at me, because I don’t have a lot of time to try and figure out what to do here.”
“I have an idea,” I say, daring to glance over at Tanner.
“What’s that?”
“Well, they don’t know what Jo and I look like ...”
“One of them does,” Tanner points out. “You spoke to one.”
“I did, you’re right, but hear me out anyway. We find out where they hang out, there has to be a local spot of some sort, somewhere they frequent. Jo and I dress up, we chat to them, we flirt, we get them to take us home. When we’re there, we can do something from the inside, set something up, hell we can drug them, something ...”
“Bad idea,” Tanner says. “It’s too dangerous and it’ll never work.”
“I agree with Tanner,” Ethan says, “Way too risky. You’ll get killed the second they realize who you are.”
“And they will realize because they’ve seen you,” Tanner points out.
“They haven’t seen Jo ...”
“You can’t risk Jo,” Ethan throws in.
He’s right, I can’t.
Still, it would work. It could be the best way for us to get in there. If any of them try to get in, they’re going to get killed before they even get the chance to fight. At least with us, we’re women and they’re far less likely to figure out who we are until it’s too late.
“I think you should consider sending us both in, anyway, I know it’s risky but so is your plan and that’s far more likely to get someone killed,” I say. “We could get in there, have a few drinks with them, drug them and get Chase out.”
“You’re assuming they’d keep Chase in the same location that they would take you, not to mention we don’t have time to research where they are and where they hang out. If we had time, it might work, but we don’t,” Tanner says. “Now, we’re not discussing it any further, you clear on that?”
I huff and stare out the window, trying to figure out something else, something less dangerous.
They’re not making it easy for us.
“Don’t get upset with me,” Tanner says, and his husky voice makes my skin prickle. “I owe it to you to protect you, and I’m goin’ to do that. You’re not risking everything for the man that had my sister killed.”
“No,” I say, still looking out the window, “but I would risk it for you.”
He goes silent, so does Ethan.
I turn and glance over at Tanner, and he gives me a quick look out of the corner of his eyes.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” I say to him. “Can’t you understand that?”
“I won’t let anything happen to me.”
I hope so.
I really, really hope so.