Page 65 of Into the Fire
It wasn't frantic. It was charged. It was strong and on purpose.
Tense jaw and pressure building. “That's it, ride my cock,” he commanded as he drew circles on her clit with his thumb. And she did. She tossed her head back,moaning his name to the ceiling as the most intense shock waves went through her body. As she collapsed, he shifted, flipping her beneath him as he drove home with a few final thrusts before burying himself deep inside of her as his body tensed and he growled above her, filling her with his cum.
Her legs were tangled with his, one of his hands resting on her thigh while the other ran slow, lazy strokes across her back beneath the oversized shirt she’d borrowed from him.
“I don’t remember the last time life felt this calm,” she whispered against his messy hair.
“Me either,” he murmured, pressing a few kisses beneath her jaw, down her throat. “Feels like we finally got some peace. Just you, me, and a life worth building. This right here... this feels like forever.”
Lips brushing his jaw. “You're the only one who has ever made me feel like this. I could stay right here forever,” she whispered.
Levi angled his face up and kissed the top of her head, voice rough with affection and the hint of a smile. “I’m keeping you righthere.”
Their breaths slowly synced, and a silence took over that came from pure contentment. The house was quiet.
The kind where everything, for once, felt safe.
Safe, for now. But it wouldn’t last.
Neither of them had any idea how much their world would shift by morning.
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A sudden noise jolted Levi upright. The sharp, frantic whinnying of horses. Something was wrong.
“Shit,” Levi muttered, instantly alert. His body moved fast as he jumped out of bed and shoved on a pair of jeans, yanking on a t-shirt that was tossed on his dresser by the bedroom door. The scent of her clung to him, soft and sweet, in sharp contrast to the adrenaline now pumping through his veins.
Emery blinked awake, disoriented but jumping out of bed and following him through the house. “Levi…? What’s wrong?”
“The horses.” He was already at the front door, throwing itopen. “Something’s got them spooked them big time.”
He turned to her, voice low but stern, serious.
“Listen to me. Stay here. Lock the door behind me. Don’t open it for anyone.”
Her brows knit. “Levi—”
“I mean it, Emery.” His eyes locked on hers. “Stay inside. I’ll be back as soon as I figure out what’s goin’ on.”
Then he was gone.
The front door shut behind him with a hollow thud, the bolt sliding home as Emery threw the lock and leaned against it, heart racing. Somewhere in the distance, a horse screamed again, a violent sound she’d never heard before.
Emery ran up the stairs and down the hallway, bare feet thudding softly against the floor. She threw her hair up into a ponytail and pulled on one of Levi’s oversized hoodies, dressing herself quickly and grabbing her phone.
Something was happening out there in the dark.
She wouldn't let Levi face italone.
???
Levi’s boots hit the cold dirt floor of the barn, the familiar scent of hay and leather sharp in the night air. The horses’ noises echoed around him, their hooves stamping and their breaths ragged and nervous. At first, the barn appeared normal, nothing out of place, no obvious signs of trouble.
He moved cautiously, eyes scanning every shadow between the stalls.
“Easy, girl,” he whispered to a mare pacing in her stall near the barn entrance, his voice calm but commanding.
Then, from the shadows, Cole stepped forward, a slow, calculating smirk on his face.
