Page 31 of In You

Give Her To Me!

Tamryn

Four Weeks Later

"Breathe, Camilla. Go slow, there's no rush," Caleb says in a hushed voice.

Closing my eyes, I do just that.

I take a deep breath of the chilly fall air, seeing a white gust of it billow from my lips on a trembling exhale.

My stomach tenses with nerves so hard I feel crampy.

I firm my grip on the rifle Caleb gifted me with, asking myself for the hundredth time if I really can do this.

We're out deer hunting on a stand on the West side of his property.

And though I've never killed a single thing in my entire life, Caleb has somehow convinced me that I need to learn to shoot.

I'm actually not half bad. But I don't like it.

"It's the first way you learn to protect yourself. To keep yourself safe," he'd said.

We're celebrating my cast being taken off, and he said we're out of deer sausage, which apparently has the power to make him very grumpy. So there's that.

A deer lies about fifteen feet below us and one hundred feet away, trying to eat bark off a tree. I feel sad, honestly. I don't want to kill Bambi.

"There she is," he whispers. "She's got her neck wide open for you, sweetheart. Take your aim."

I wet my lips and shift myself in a more comfortable position.

We're laying side by side on our fronts.

I've got a black beanie covering my ears, but my long curly hair hangs wild and free, tumbling over my shoulders.

A heavy hunting coat weighs me down, as does a pair of brand spanking new hiking boots.

I've never hiked a day in my life, either. I don't even wear stuff like this, so, today is a day of firsts for me, apparently.

Suddenly, he bites off a curse and then reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his phone.

I cut my eyes to him, hearing the vibration.

He stares for a second before ripping off his glove with his teeth and taping the screen.

Steam rises from his hand because he runs hot.

Something close to arousal coils deep in my belly, making my clit throb and my pussy slick for a man the first time in over a year.

I thought I was broken.

"Caleb?" I whisper. "What's wrong?"

Ignoring me, his lips harden in a tight slash as he stares unwavering at the screen.

My eyes lower too, seeing what looks to be three humans walking.

Their three images heat infrared relayed to him.

I watch them move slowly, and when he zooms out of the image and then shakes his head on a curse, I dare to speak again.

"Caleb?"

He still doesn't answer me. Moving fast as lightning, he puts his eye to the scope and has the deer felled before I can even align my scope with her neck like he taught me. My shoulders lower as the tension rolls off me in waves. I'm actually relieved.

"Let's go." He helps me up and instead of letting me go down the ladder by myself, he slings me over his shoulder and lowers me down with me gripping onto him.

Getting in the jeep we head south, following what looks like might be a trail but there's no markers to tell where we are.

It becomes painfully apparent that Caleb knows his property like the back of his hand, and I offer no more questions as to what we're doing.

Merely along for the ride at this point, ecstatic that I didn't have to shoot that deer.

After a few minutes of bumpy going, my teeth hurt as we roll to a stop, and I see the three men in the distance, walking with their own hunting gear complete with rifles.

"Fuckers are going to learn one day to stay off my property," Caleb mutters to himself, grabbing his rifle and then jumping out. He turns to look over his shoulder then holds his hand out. "Well, come on. I need you close."

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I take his hand, making the small jump to the ground, scrunching my nose as I feel squelchy mud just beneath the dead leaves.

"Ugh," I breathe, looking up as I tuck my rifle under my arm.

However, Caleb pulls me along behind him with a single handed focus, and I feel myself grow warm at how strong his hand feels around mine and the confident way he carries himself especially in the face of trouble.

We come up on the side of the men stopping about thirty feet away, and Caleb whistles loudly.

"You're on private property," he calls out, his tone stern and no-nonsense.

The men turn to the side to look at us, their steps ceasing.

We all stare at each other for a moment.

They all look to be maybe late twenties, early thirties.

Cocky type. The one in the middle is a redhead, sporting a slight beard, bushy eyebrows, hair hidden underneath a beanie like mine except his curl around the edges of it.

The other two men are dark haired and the one on the left is considerably shorter than the other two.

This doesn't feel right.

The one in the middle locks eyes with Caleb, chews his gum for a second before giving him a cheeky grin.

I fight to roll my eyes because if I know anything about men, we're about to dive head first into a pissing contest. But Caleb just stares at the man dead pan, no emotion in his eyes. Giving him absolutely no reaction.

The man's eyes crinkle at the corner, and then he tilts his head in a clear warning before putting his finger on the trigger.

Though his rifle is trained at the ground, I tense, and take a smaller step into Caleb, realizing we're outnumbered despite me and him having our rifles.

In the woods early in the morning on a thousand acres of private wood.

If some shit goes down, there's no one to hear, and no one will find us for a long, long time.

"Did you not hear me?" Caleb enunciates slowly in a strong voice reminiscent of a drill sergant.

A shiver rolls up my mind as the man in the middle laughs, the sound mocking, and disrespectful. "Yeah, I heard you, motherfucker. Who're you going to tell?"

"Let me rephrase that, then. You're on my private property," Caleb says in a rough clipped tone, lowering his brow.

My blood runs cold at the change in him.

He's presenting nothing like the soft, vulnerable Caleb I've come to get used to.

The Caleb standing in front of me is a man entirely transformed.

I get a glimpse of the killer that I know him to be.

A muscle ticks in his jaw, then he leans over to spit, not taking his eyes off the men. "And I want you off of it. Now."

The short man to the right rolls his eyes and scoffs. "Fuck off."

But the man in the middle, who hasn't moved, flicks his eyes to me and then the corner of his lips tilts up.

Caleb whistles, but it's not a normal dog whistle.

I twist my lips as Ringo's ears lay down to his head, and he snarls a nasty sound, one that makes my eyes go even wider.

I begin to shiver with fear. The redhead's eyes go to Ringo's then back up to Caleb's, arching a brow. But he doesn't look scared.

No. Matter of fact, he just took his safety off.

I take a very cautious step back, hugging the rifle to my front as that fear slowly turns into panic. "Caleb,"I whisper as quiet as I can, but I'm afraid my words are carried off by the wind.

"Head south," Caleb says in a hard voice. "Once you get to the trees with the blue ties, you'll be off my land and you'll be free to hunt for five the twenty acres on Arison Farms land."

The middle man doesn't even bat an eye at Caleb. He tilts his head to me and then looks me up and down in a slow assessment that has my blood pumping hot. His stare stops when he gets to my breasts. A brow lifts, and then he lowers his tone.

"She's a pretty thang, ain't she?" he says, his eyes snapping up to mine.

"You look like you can take a real hard fuck.

Nice and dirty." The other men chuckle when he looks back at them, but then he swings his face back towards me and hits me with a clear, evil look full of lust and bad intentions.

Punctuated by him putting a hand to his cock and squeezing.

Bile rises up my throat. It reminds me of the first time Calvin gave me a look like that.

That same night he almost cut my finger off, and locked me in the basement for seven months.

The wind blows, flickering my curls softly against my face, and stinging my eyes.

I look up. The morning sun glitters through the leaves of the trees, and just behind the men I see two squirrels chasing each other up the trunk of a tree.

A crow cries in the distance. I look back down and then see the redhead man with a sick glare in his eye irritating the fuck out of my goddamn soul.

Who does he think he is, challenging me?

"Kill him," I say with a snarl.

Caleb snaps his head to mine. "Tamryn-"

I whip my head to his. "My fucking name is Nathan." I growl, narrowing my eyes. "Do it. Now!" His eyes go wide, and flick across my face. But he's not moving fast enough for me. "Fine," I grunt. "I'll do it myself."

I lower to one knee on the damp, wet ground, raise my rifle, and fire off at the redhead.

The bullet hits him right in the side of the head and he falls to the ground straight on his knees.

A small sound, almost like a huff of laughter escapes from Caleb and before I know it, he's raised his rifle, stepping two feet forward as he plants another bullet between the redhead man's eyes, making sure he's dead. The other two men go silent, and everything next happens as if in slow motion.

I shiver, blinking so hard my lashes flutter as I drop the gun to the ground. My jaw drops as his body jerks before toppling over to his side onto the crunchy grass.

"Caleb," I gasp, looking over at him with my eyes welling up. I look down quickly, wondering why I'm down on the ground. My eyes slide to the gun.

Why's this gun here?

Shivering, my eyes go back to the other men, and I start to cry hot tears rolling unchecked down my face at the blank look in their eyes as they stare at the still redhead, and the sight of red spreading across the frosty ground.

The other two men gawk, but one seems to come to his senses fast. Not sparing us another glance, he turns to run, and Caleb takes a single step forward and pulls the trigger, felling him, and then turns and blows the other man's brains clean out of his head not even two seconds later.

I turn my head, looking over Caleb, who's lowering his rifle, visibly relaxing.

His eyes go to me, and then soften. "Are you okay?" he asks, sounding hesitant.

"Yes… N-No…" My teeth chatter, and his eyes slide from me to the dead men.

"Ringo, go with Camilla to the Jeep," he says sharply, keeping his eyes glued to the three lifeless men bleeding out onto the ground.

Ringo comes up to me, butting his head against my hand, but I'm frozen. Petrified with shock. He turns to look at me and then raises his hand. I stand frozen as he touches my cheek gently, but I continue to shiver as bone chilling cold mercilessly slices through my body.

"W-Wh-What…." I gasp, swallowing so hard I almost choke. "Caleb, what happened?"

He sighs. "Tamryn, go to the jeep."

I turn tear filled eyes to his. "You killed them? Why?"

"Tamryn. Get. To. The. Fucking. Jeep!" he roars, his face flushing, taking a step towards me.

Turning, I sprint as fast as I can towards the vehicle and then I climb in the passenger seat, banging my knee as I go. Ringo jumps up there with me, and I hold my hands to my face as I rock, and wait. For forever it feels like.

Caleb jumps in the driver's seat, breathing hard, and then starts the engine. "Are you okay?" he grits out.

"Y-Yes. Yes, I'm okay," I shudder as visions of the dead men begin to evade every thought in my brain as does the look Caleb just gave me, yelling at me.

He puts his hand flat on the wheel and then looks behind him as he backs out between a pair of oak trees and then spins us towards the direction of the house.

I'm panting, my eyes flickering as we journey deeper into the property, and when he pulls right up to the house I jump out of the passenger side and up the steps.

Bursting through the front door and not stopping until I get to the bathroom.

I lock the door.

It's not until the sun starts to go down do I hear a knock at the door. "Tamryn, let me in. You can't stay in there all night."

"No!" I yell, clambering into the tub and closing the shower curtain.

He bangs harder. "Tamryn!"

"I said no!"

There's an almighty crash as he kicks the door down, and I scream, huddling against the shower wall.

He climbs in with me fully clothed, taking up most of the small space.

Our boots knock against each other , and in our struggles the water turns on as he pulls me to him by my shoulders.

I thrash my head side to side, screaming and punching against his chest that feel like cinderblocks.

The blows may as well be as soft as feathers for as much of an affect they have on him.

He pulls me against his body easily, and I cry out at the first touch of my breasts to his chest. His breath slicks across my cheek and neck as he brings his face to mine and then nudges my curls away with his chin.

"Come to me, baby," he grits against my ear, pressing a kiss to the pounding vein just underneath. "I need to talk to you, I need to make sure you're okay."

My eyelids flicker. "Oh, God." I moan, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling the cool water weighing our clothes down. "What are we doing?" I gasp, shivering as his hands grip strongly at the back of my head. Pulling my head back to stare him in the eyes.

"Tamryn, give me Camilla," he grits out, his dark eyes pools of emotion.

My chin quivers, and my eyes flicker between his as my heart begins to race out of control. I twitch, inhaling raggedly. "Caleb!"

His fingers sink into my hair, and his hips settle hard between my legs, making me gasp.

Oh God, what is happening?

"Camilla-"

"My name is Tamryn!"

His chest swells hard beneath my fingers, his eyes flash angrily, almost desperately. The next thing I know his hands have tightened around me considerably.

"Give her to me!" he yells, and my eyes roll in the back of my head.