He brings me to a stop and shoves me to the ground. I manage to roll over onto my back as he drops to his knees, straddling me.
His hands wrap around my neck, and he squeezes, taking away my air before I even have the chance to yell for help.
My hands dig into the ground while my hips lift, and I arch my back. My pussy throbs as he spreads my legs wide for him. My bare feet kick the loose dirt and tree limbs as I fight to breathe. My face throbs, and blood rushes in my ears, but my pussy is wet and my nipples hard. Dots start to dance around, blurring my vision.
He lets go, and I begin to cough as I suck in a shaky breath while he unzips his jeans and pulls out his hard dick. He grips my legs, dragging me closer to him, my back scraping against the uneven ground, and enters me without any foreplay. I cry out before his hands are back around my throat, taking my air away.
I lie in the middle of the woods while he fucks me with both hands wrapped around my throat. The feel of branches and rocks under me, scratching my naked body. I come, unable to make a single noise. This time, those dots grow larger, my head pounds harder, and just as my eyes start to roll into the back of my head, he lets out a feral growl, stiffening as he comes inside me.
He pulls out just as my eyes close. Unable to open them, let alone breathe now, I feel him lift me into his arms and carry my limp body back to the house, knowing I now need a new shower.
My eyes spring open, and I sit up in my bed. I blink a few times, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark room. I’m back at my apartment. Soft light filters in from underneath my black curtains that Ryat had hung up over my window.
Getting up, I make my way to the bathroom. After using the restroom, I turn the sink on and splash my face. The dream of what we did at his cabin has my body wide awake.
We did nothing but fuck all day Saturday and most of Sunday. Hell, he even woke me up twice. I have never been so sore in my life. I’m pretty sure I have a UTI, considering it burned when I went pee. Of course, that could be due to the fact he fucked me in the middle of the woods. You know, tree branches, dirt, and all of that probably wasn’t the best idea.
Turning the water off, I dry off my face and exit the bathroom. I go to turn off the light but pause. It helps illuminate my bedroom, and I see that I was alone in my bed.
That’s odd but not uncommon. He must be in my living room or the kitchen. I swear the man never sleeps. He fucks me to the point I black out, and whenever I wake up, he’s already awake.
Going over to my bed, I pick up a T-shirt and pull it on before opening my bedroom door. I let out a shriek when I see Gunner standing in my kitchen. My hands immediately going to my chest, forgetting I’m wearing a shirt.
“What’s wrong?” Sarah asks, rushing out from down her hall.
“I scared her,” Gunner states, smiling. Enjoying himself.
I huff and agree. “It was unexpected.” Then giving a quick look around, I frown when I don’t see who I was expecting. “Where’s Ryat?” I ask.
“He’s on an assignment,” Gunner answers.
I frown. “What do you mean an assignment?”
“I mean, he’s gone.”
“He just left?” I ask, trying to understand what he means. My mind is a little slow this morning.
He nods. “Yep. He’ll return when he’s done.” With that, he goes to walk out of the kitchen.
“Well, when will that be?” I demand.
He shrugs. “Don’t know. But don’t try to contact him. He won’t answer.”
What the fuck? He just up and left? No goodbye? No hey, I’ll see you later? Nothing!
Storming into the kitchen, I go to get a drink because my tongue feels like sandpaper, and I see a bottle of pills on the counter. Picking them up, I read them over. They’re sleeping pills. My mom takes them. “Did he …？” My voice trails off when I remember him grabbing me water last night. He always gives me a bottle, but it had been in a cup. I didn’t even question it. I’ve put too much trust in him.
“Gunner?” I snap.
“Yeah?” He reappears back into the kitchen.
I hold the bottle up. “Did Ryat know last night that he was leaving for an assignment?”
He looks from me to Sarah, who crosses her arms over her chest and arches a brow at him. Running a hand through his hair, he looks uneasy, silently answering my question.
“Dammit,” I growl, throwing them across the room. They hit the wall and shatter open. Fuck him!
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
RYAT
I’M SHOVED INTO a chair with my hands cuffed behind my back and my legs shackled.