Page 8 of All for You

When I look around the room, I don’t see anything but…my window is open, the lace curtains blowing in the breeze. I never leave my window unlocked, much less open. I scoot to the edge of the bed and pull at the tiny tank top I have on. I don’t like to wear a lot when I’m sleeping because it’s easy for me to get hot and I can’t sleep when I’m too hot. Not that I’m doing much sleeping now anyway.

The lace on the cups that I used to find so cute only irritates me now and it feels like everything is wrong…even my clothes don’t fit right. And it’s all Charlie Sinclair’s fault. I stand to close the window. Maybe Mom thought I needed fresh air or something. I step up to the opening…and someone grabs me from behind.

A hand covers my mouth before I can even think about screaming out for help. Things happen so fast my mind can’t keep up and now I’m good and caught. By the time my brain starts working again my hands have been cuffed behind my back and I’m being taken down the stairs.

Where the hell is my mom and dad? Hell, where is my little brother? Even he would try to save me. Not Ashley, that bitch would probably hold the door open for whoever is taking me. She would be no help to me. I’m being put into the back of a car and driven off before I realize I can use the seat to pull the silk that’s been wrapped around my head so I can at least start screaming.

I sit up just as the person who took me yanks his mask off and I’m staring into the blue eyes of Charlie Sinclair. What the hell is going on?

Joy over him not being dead clogs my throat and is quickly followed by a white-hot anger I have never felt before.

“You! You bastard! You’re not dead!”

His mouth kicks up as he puts the car in drive. I wouldn’t be able to see it if I wasn’t looking in the rearview mirror. It infuriates me.

“You left me! You said…,” I have to take a minute to swallow the lump in my throat, even then I can’t finish repeating his stupid promise back to him. “I want you to take me home. Now!”

I lean back and kick at the seat.

“I can’t do that, little one.”

“Fuck you!” I give the seat another kick and pray with all my black little heart that he can feel every hit. “You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do anymore. I…” my stupid voice cracks, “I thought you were dead, you son of a bitch!”

He pulls the car over and opens the back door, using his thumb to dry a tear that betrays me by running down my cheek. “Oh baby,” he grasps my face and brings his mouth down on me in a kiss that is long, hard, and deep. He doesn’t wait this time for me to open my mouth but uses his tongue and well-placed fingers to open mine so he can sweep in and explore.

When he pulls back I’ve almost forgotten why I was ever mad at him. Bastard.

“I had to fucking leave. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you. Not after that kiss.” I lick my lips for the taste of him on them and try to process what he is telling me. “If your mom and dad hadn’t helped me with constant fucking updates, I would have gone crazy.”

“My mom and dad?! Mom? And Dad?”

He nods his head and then puts me back in the car and gets up front to continue driving. I have no idea where we are going but it seems far away since most of the lights of the city start to fall behind us.

“Where are we going? What are you doing? Why did you take me?”

There are so many questions I have and it seems Charlie is no longer answering any of them as we go farther and farther away from my home and my family.

Chapter Eight

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Charlie

I pull her out of the car and try not to think about what she’s wearing. Those fucking shorts…they can’t get any shorter. And the way they hug the curve of her ass when she walks has my dick throbbing with every heartbeat.

I’m going to hell for what I’m about to do but there’s no stopping it. It’s inevitable.

“Where are we?” She’s been asking nothing but questions since I pulled over and admitted to her I’ve lost my god damned mind.

“A little cabin in the woods.” She gives me a cocked head and a no-shit look.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

I fight the smile that stretches across my face at her tone. One of the things I love about Rani is her ability to be a complete and total smart-ass.

I pull her into said cabin and take her right to the bedroom. It’s only got one. And it’s already set up just the way I need it to be. She spots the handcuffs hanging from the posts of the bed and starts to fight me. She’s tiny though so it’s easy to maneuver her where I want her. I have her stretched out on the bed in no time.

“Okay baby, now we can talk.”

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