Page 53 of Beautifully Shattered (Secrets & Scars #3)

A faint gasp sounds behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see the shadow of my Angel standing across the room.

It takes me a moment to register what’s happening as she stumbles back, and I mutter a curse under my breath, realising she’s probably just seeing the silhouette of a man and not recognising it’s me.

“Angel. It’s me.” I hold up a calming hand, knowing that with no lights on in the room, I must look fucking scary standing by the windows.

“R-Ringo?” she whispers, and I grin, even though she can’t see it.

“No, it’s Harry Styles.”

A relieved giggle 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.

“Be careful, Angel. Talk like that and you’ll make me feel like a god.” I let her pull me closer, her nails digging into my nape as her breath ghosts across my lips.

“When it comes to my body, you are a god,” she whispers, a slight giggle spilling out of her lips before she crashes her mouth to mine.

I moan into her mouth as she arches into me, one of my hands on her back and the other still working between her legs, our tongues clashing in a desperate, hungry dance.

I hadn’t planned on more than touching her, but like always, our bodies take over, and I fucking give in. Give in to the need coursing through my veins and shooting straight to my cock.

“Cam,” she whimpers, breaking the kiss, her lips trailing across my beard to my ear, where she sinks her teeth into my lobe. “Fuck me. ”

“Fuuuck, Angel,” I growl as she wraps her legs around my waist, grinding her core closer. “We can’t. Not yet.”

“Three days. It’s only three days until I have the all clear. That’s just a guide,” she whines, grinding her panty-clad heat against the hard bulge straining behind my boxers. “Just take it out and slip it in.”

She follows this by sliding her palm down my abs, her fingers dipping under my waistband, immediately wrapping around my cock.

“Fuuuck, you don’t play fair, Angel.”

“I’ll be a good girl. I swear. Just stick it in,” she begs, shoving my boxers halfway down my arse with her free hand, freeing my cock and giving it a pump. “ Please . I’ll do anything .”

I try to pull back from her, but her legs are wrapped tight around me and her hand is unrelenting as she tries to steer my cock to her entrance, still covered by her panties.

“Fuck, Angel. I do love the sound of you begging.”

“I’ll beg. I’ll grovel. I’ll do anything .” Then she sinks her teeth into my neck.

Fuuuck, she’s feisty.

I smile into her hair and grind my cock against her soaked panties, her teeth sinking in deeper as she lets out a soft whimper, obviously trying to keep quiet so we don’t wake her sister in the other room, which, I might fucking add, doesn’t even have a door separating us.

Technically, we’re in the same fucking room, just around the corner.

This was a bad idea.

Abbey’s nails are biting as they claw into my skin, so sharp I know I’ll have marks I’ll have to lie about if my ma sees them.

I wanna push Abbey back and free her tits.

Suck the hard peaks into my mouth until the warm milk rushes down my throat.

But she’s too far gone right now, clutching my neck and cock like her life depends on it, her fist a vice as she pumps me and grinds onto me at the same time.

Her panties are so fucking wet. I can feel the swollen bump of her clit pressing against the head of my cock through the fabric.

“Please,” she pants into my ear. “In… me.”

The way she positions my cock at her panty-clad entrance again has me fucking snapping, and I thrust against it like I’m trying to tear through the barrier to get inside her.

And fuck, maybe I am.

Maybe I want to forget what the doctors said and just sink into her, feel her heat wrap around me, the hot silk of her cunt sucking me in and…

“Fuck,” I choke out as quietly as I can. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yes. Yes,” she whisper-yells into my ear, her hips frantic as she grinds faster, and I can’t fucking hold back.

I come hard .

Holding my breath, I jerk and fucking shudder as pleasure detonates inside me, cum shooting from my cock into the fabric covering her entrance.

The strangest hushed sound I’ve ever heard Abbey make comes from the back of her throat as I jet cum into her panties, her cunt spasming and teasing the head of my cock, right down to the rim.

Fuck.

Frowning, I ease back, trying to pant quietly but sure I’m fucking failing as I glance down between us.

There’s only just enough glow from outside light illuminating the yard for me to see that even though I was fucking Abbey’s panties, I still managed to get the head of my cock, covered by the fabric, just inside her.

“Shit. Did I hurt you?” My gaze flicks up to Abbey’s as she flops back panting, a grin pulling at her lips as she lazily shakes her head.

“Hell no. That was hot.”

My brows shoot up. “You liked me fucking you with a barrier between us?”

She nods quickly, biting her lip. “It was like a tease… but with penetration. Kinda.”

“Damn. That gives a whole new meaning to just the tip .”

A giggle slips from her lips, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, a look of horror contorting her expression.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. “What if Tahli heard us?” Her head darts in the direction of my bedroom.

“Tell her… it was the TV?”

Her hand drops away, and she looks at me deadpan.

“She’s twelve, not an idiot.”

“Well, I don’t know. This is new for me,” I admit, sitting back and wondering how the fuck to start cleaning up this mess.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Abbey whispers, reaching for me. “Hey. I love you.”

My eyes lift from her cum-painted panties to her face, her hand pressing to my beard and cheek.

“I know,” I grin at her. “And you know I fucking love you more than… well, fucking anything.”

“I know,” she giggles.

“Promise I didn’t hurt you?”

“You didn’t hurt me. It felt good. I feel good.”

“Well, good.” I nod, pointing to her crotch. “I made a mess, Angel. Want me to lick it up?”

Her lips drop open. “Yes… but no.”

“Which is it?” I chuckle.

“No,” she says regretfully. “That’s way too hot for me to handle quietly. There’s no way I won’t end up impaled on your dick if you do that.”

A growl rumbles from me as I scoop my hands behind her back and pull her to my chest. “Three days, Angel. Then I’ll be buried inside you for fucking weeks.”

Her smile is huge as she nods eagerly, and I close the distance to claim her mouth in another heated kiss.

We get carried away for a few minutes, to the point my cock starts to think it has the fucking stamina to go again, but then a whimper drifts to us from my bedroom.

Abbey stiffens, and I pull back, her head tilting towards the bedroom, and a second later, a piercing scream rips through the air.

Abbey shoves me back, staggering up and stumbling as she quickly shoves her drenched panties down, kicking them towards me.

“Get rid of them,” she hisses, leaving me with the cum-soaked fabric as she runs into my bedroom.

I quickly right myself, picking up the panties as I hurry after her just as light fills the room.

When I round the corner, I see Abbey on my bed, cradling a sobbing Tahli to her chest as she mutters words I can’t make out.

I quickly toss Abbey’s panties into the hamper and notice her bare arse peeking out from under the oversized tee she’s wearing .

I wonder if I should tell her.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re safe,” she tries to calm Tahli, who obviously had a nightmare.

“I didn’t want to do it,” Tahli cries, clinging to Abbey.

Fuck. I don’t like the sound of that.

“Do what, Chook?”

“She said I just had to sit on his knee and give him a kiss. That he was more than my grandpa. So I did what she said.” Tahli pulls back, and I finally get a glimpse of her face, so much like Abbey’s, but her features a little darker.

Her cheeks are beet red and blotchy, soaked from the tears streaming down her face as she shakes her head, a shudder rippling through her.

“It’s not right, Abs. Kids and grown-ups aren’t supposed to kiss like that.”

I freeze, my heart practically staggering to a stop, but it’s nothing compared to how still Abbey is right now. If it weren’t for the rapid rise and fall of her chest, I’d think she’d stopped breathing.

“Are you saying…” Abbey can’t finish, but Tahli nods, shame washing over her features.

“We’ll find them, Angel,” I say, dragging her attention to me, her gaze cold. Distant.

“Abs?” Tahli murmurs on a sob, her little hands coming up to cup her big sister’s cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

That snaps Abbey out of the cold trance she was in, her eyes going wide.

“Chook, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Abbey shakes her head, dragging Tahli back to her chest. “What they did is wrong. Everything they have done is wrong. But don’t you worry. You’re safe now, and I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again.”