Page 60 of Unraveled Love

“Holy fuck,” I groaned, gritting my teeth. She hugged my cock so damn tightly I was almost unable to move without coming, and I took a second, waiting until she’d fully stretched around me.

Her head fell forward, hair curtaining us, and while I was vaguely aware enough of my surroundings to realize there were still men downstairs who’d probably already heard her, I didn’t quite care…except it might embarrass Addi in the morning.

From beneath her, I gripped her hips, pulling her against me as I pushed into her. I found the perfect rhythm to move our bodies together that drew gasps from Addi and made me swallow down my own groans until she recovered her strength and pushed up so she was sitting. Her breasts bounced with every move she made, crying out every time she rose and then fell, rocking against me to bring herself pleasure while at the same time, my own desire reached boiling points. My balls drew up tight, heat spiraling along my spine. I took her harder, faster, and clenched my teeth, doing everything I could to ensure she got off one more time before I found my own release.

“Addi. Get there.”

Our bodies slapped together, our breathing turning ragged. My hips bucked of their own accord with a force that made her cry out until my fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave marks and she lost control.

Crying out, she screamed my name as she came again, losing her rhythm. Her wet heat clamped around me and I gave one thrust, two, and then a third until I seated myself deep inside of her, yanking her down to me. I kissed her while I groaned out my own orgasm, deep inside of her, and I held her to me until both of us settled, our bodies lined with sweat and the aroma of sex, her coconut-scented hair pressed to my face.

Eventually, Addi turned and pressed her lips to my throat. “I feel like I need another bath or a shower after that.”

She wasn’t wrong. I wouldn’t fully relax until I did another round of the house and outside and talked to the guys downstairs to see how they’d scheduled the night watch shifts. I’d sleep with Addi long enough to ensure she didn’t have a nightmare, but then I’d have to get up. Knowing I’d only get a few hours of sleep, topped with assuming the next day would be another mind-boggling mystery with potentially no conclusion, already made me desperate for whatever hours of shut-eye I’d need.

“Go then,” I murmured, kissing her head before sliding out of her and adjusting her to the side. “I need to go talk to Briggs and Lincoln.”

“I can’t move.” She huffed a laugh and swiped hair off her face. She was splayed out on the bed, naked, sated, skin flushed and heated, and she’d never been more beautiful.

Which reminded me…I settled my hand at her stomach and turned to the side, hovering over her. Tugging a strand of hair out of her mouth, I brushed my lips against hers. “I love you, Addi. With everything going on and how quickly today went to shit, I don’t want you to go to sleep tonight without knowing that.”

Her eyes blinked in slow motion and her lips curled up. “I love you too.”

“Good.” I kissed her and pulled back. “But I do have to get downstairs. You okay here? Going to shower?”

She stretched beneath me and groaned. “Yeah,” she said on a sigh. “I need a quick rinse and to dry my hair.”

Because sleeping on it wet sucked. Yeah, I knew her.

“Need wine? Water? Anything to eat?”

She grinned at me, sleepily but happily. “I’m good, but thank you.”

“Anything for you.” I gave her a kiss then hauled myself out of the bed before I succumbed to sleep and didn’t do my job.

Because my job was a priority—it meant Addi’s safety, and there was no way I was losing the woman I loved to a psychotic, spoiled little rich asshole who kept to the shadows and wouldn’t fight his own fights.

22

Addi

Iwoke, pain pounded against my head, and my eyes had been scrubbed with sandpaper they were so dry. It was the only explanation because they ached more than I’d ever experienced.

Something was shoved into my mouth, making it impossible to close it. I reached up to remove it, but my hands were stuck.

Panic suffused my blood, and I glanced wildly around the dark room. In front of me, only a hint of light came from a shattered lightbulb. It hung in the vast darkness, allowing me to only make out shadows, metal bars, cement block walls.

Where was I? I tried to stand, but my ankles were bound. I glanced down and could barely make out the bindings tying my ankles to the wooden chair, and the more I tried to get my wrists free, the tighter a hard, jagged, plastic tie cut into them.

I screamed. Cried for help. Where was I? How had I gotten here?

Shawn…

I cried out his name in the darkness, but due to whatever was tied into my mouth, it came out garbled. Drool spilled out of my mouth, making my throat more sore, and the pain rattled against my brain.

The chair I was tied to rocked back and forth from my sudden, desperate movements. I needed to get free. I needed to find Charlie. I needed to get back to Shawn before anyone knew I was missing.

Footsteps clunked on cement, followed by the painful sound of grunts and heavier, booted steps. They came nearer and my garbled screams grew louder until Daniel appeared in the doorway and all the air remaining in my lungs seized.

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