Page 97 of No Strings

Rhys moves one of his hands to cup my face, and I lean into his touch; a touch I’m becoming too addicted to. He lowers his forehead to mine as his hips pick up pace, driving harder into me.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“No, I want all of you.”

I don't have time to think about what any of this means because his hand moves between us and circles my clit. My muscles start to spam around his length, the metal balls glide over nerves that have my toes curling.

“Come Princess, come all over my cock. Make me yours.”

I need to tell him to not say words like that, but I find myself not wanting to.

With two more thrusts of his hips and flicks of his finger over my clit, my back arches up off the mattress. Rhys quickly covers my mouth with his hand, and I come with his name on my lips.

My orgasm must trigger his, because his movements stutter and with one final thrust, he holds himself deep in my cunt, filling me with his cum.

He rests his forehead to mine again, his eyes searching. He stays between my legs until he goes soft, and even then, he doesn’t move.

Rhys then kisses me one more time before rolling off me and pulling me to his chest. My favourite place to sleep. I rest my hand where his heart lays, feeling it beat under my palm.

With a kiss on top of my head he whispers, “Goodnight Princess.” He hesitates at the end like he wants to say more but ultimately, he doesn’t. I don't question it.

“Goodnight Cowboy.”

Before I let sleep pull me under with one thought on my mind, I don’t know if I can leave.

It’s the day after we got back. We got back to the station around lunch time, and all took yesterday afternoon to relax. Some of us were still hung over, some of us just tired. But even with the afternoon to try recuperating, when the guys got ready for work this morning, I told Rhys I would help Dani out today. He told me okay and kissed my head. Since the night at the rodeo, things are different, and we’re both not talking about it.

Dani and I are laughing. “I still can’t believe I got up and sang with Rhys on stage!”

“I can’t believe I missed it!”

My head is in the freezer looking for an ice-cream, I have a rebuttal about how drunk she was when a sinister feeling washes over me.

The bell for the shop dings, the hairs on the back of my neck stand tall, but everything else ceases to move.

It can’t be.

Slowly I stand and turn. My heart freezes as the air in my lungs is expelled. “Ethan?”

“Hey babe, thought you could run? Play house with another man, and I wouldn’t find you?”

I audibly swallow, taking steps back until I’m flush with the shelving. Dani makes a move, but Ethan catches it.

“I fucking wouldn’t if I was you.” Then he holds up ahandgun in her face. Just what his unpredictable, unhinged ass needed, a fucking gun.

“Where did you get that?”

He simply shrugs. “I have my ways.”

“How did you find me?” I don’t want to know the answer. Please don’t answer.

“Babe, you should know by now I would never let you get away.” He steps closer, “You left me little crumbs, like you wanted me to find you.” He makes fast work of closing the distance. “My little Gretel.” Then he bops my nose.

A shiver runs through my body from his touch, but then I notice the way Dani’s eyes widen, and she subtly shakes her head. She isn’t looking this way, so I assume she is telling whoever is out there to stay away.

Ethan goes to turn, catching her movement. I can’t risk her life, so I get his attention. “Ethan, why are you here?”

“Simple, really. I’m taking you back home.”