Page 160 of Beautifully Shattered
A relievedgiggle escapes her as the tension eases from her shoulders at my teasing, but it’s short-lived, because a beat later, more loud pops crack in the distance.
“Is that… shooting?”
“Yep.” I wave her over and turn back to the window, peering out into the dark night.
“Shit. Should I get my gun? Get your mum into the panic room? Shit, what about Tahli…” Her voice climbs higher with each word as she comes closer, so I snatch her wrist and pull her in tight, pointing out the window.
“I know it’s hard to see in the dark, but if you look out that way, every thirty seconds you’ll see a small green light flashing.”
Pressing close to me, she glances in the direction I point, and we wait quietly until it flashes again.
“I see it.”
“That’s one of the signals in place to tell us we’re still safe. If it starts flashing red rapidly, then it’s time to brace for an attack.”
Shifting, she glances up at me, our faces only just visible in the glow filtering in from one of the barn’s exterior lights.
“But I can hear someone shooting.”
“They are. It’s coming from out by the main road. The sound is travelling on the breeze, but so far, Riggs and his team have it handled.”
“But what if they don’t? What happens then?” Her panic is understandable. She has her sister here now, so naturally, she’s desperate to keep her out of harm’s way.
“There are men posted every hundred metres along the road leading to the property, and men every fifty metres surrounding it. It would take a lot to get through them, and if they did, they’d still have to deal with the thirty men stationed around my house.Plus, in addition to that, they’ve got twenty drones in the air at any one time, all armed. And the house has had so many upgrades it’s practically a fortress now.” Leaning forward, I press my lips to her hair. “I’m not worried, Angel. If I were, we’d already be gone.”
“Is it the Rebels?” she asks, refocusing on the spot she saw the green light flash.
“Riggs confirmed it’s some Rebels and crooked cops. About eight to ten, best they can tell… well, though by now, I reckon there’s probably only a few left.”
I feel the tension drain from her body as she melts into my side, and we stare out into the darkness for a long while in comfortable silence.
A few of the drones I told her about buzz overhead, and a small laugh slips from my wife’s lips.
“What’s so funny?”
She pulls away and moves to the couch, flopping down onto the blanket I’d been under before the gunfire woke me.
“It’s these men.” She flicks her hand towards the window as I take a seat on the coffee table in front of her, placing my gun next to me. “The level of security is just so… extreme.”
“I thought you’d be happy about that.”
“Oh, I am,” she sighs. “It’s just… where did they come from? Are they like some sort of special ops team? They are more than just security. It feels like something straight out of a movie.”
Leaning closer, I place my hands on her thighs and part them, lowering to my knees between her legs.
“They’ve all had special training. Most were in the military,” I say, sliding my hands higher, disappearing beneath the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing, and her breath hitching at my touch. “Some are ex-cops. Riggs makes sure his men are the best.”
“I guess they’re putting their skills to good use protecting us,” she breathes, parting her legs wider to give me better access.
I take that as the invitation it is, grazing my fingers over her panties, a whimper passing her lips.
“Cam,” she breathes. “We can’t…”
“We can if you’re quiet.” I smirk, watching the way she sucks her lip into her mouth and rolls her hips, so I start to rub over her clit.
“I don’t know if I can be quiet,” she purrs, reaching for me. “Not with the way you make me feel.”
I fucking love this side of her. The way she melts so easily for me. The way she loses herself under my touch, even after everything she’s been through.
