The man came around the corner and I sprung into action. My left hand covered his mouth while my knife slipped under his chin, slicing his throat open. The man squirmed in my grasp, blood spurting out of his neck. I slowly lowered him to the ground and he was dead. I picked up the AK and slung it over my shoulder, knowing that I wouldn't be able to use it.
I rounded the cabin and peeked around the corner at the guard by the front door. He had no clue what was about to happen to him. I picked up a rock and threw it about fifty feet in front of the guard. It made a loud crack as it hit another rock. The guard became alert and drew his AK. I waited patiently as the guard tiptoed forward. I came up behind him and did the same to him as I did to his buddy. I dropped him to the ground and blood gurgled out of his mouth as he tried to speak to me.
I looked through the window and spotted Ian and Russel talking alone. I wouldn't be able to take them both at the same time. I needed to wait for them to separate. But where the fuck was Tempest? I didn't have much time before they realized their guards were all dead. I crawled on the ground and peered through the window that looked into the living room. There she was. Tempest was sitting against a wall with her head down. She was still alive.
Ian came into the room and I ducked out of the way. I'd take out Russel first. I quietly opened the front door and turned to my immediate left to the bedroom. Russel had his back turned to me, looking at a map on a laptop. I had to kill him before he saw me. It wasn't the death he deserved but it was the only way.
I popped up behind him and clenched his head with both hands. I twisted with all my might. Russel's head snapped around and made a pop. His body became lifeless instantly and dropped to the ground.
“Sorry old friend,” I whispered to him. I dragged his heavy body out of the bedroom and heard Ian calling out.
I came into the living room and dropped Russel to the ground. I drew my AK and pointed it right at Ian's chest. All I had to do was pull the trigger and this entire nightmare would be over.
But Ian was pointing the end of his pistol right at Tempest's head.
“Don't even think about it, Ryker. One move and I'll blow her brains out. Put your gun down.” Ian forced his pistol against Tempest's temple. I did my best to avoid any eye contact with Tempest. One look from her and I'd go weak in the knees. I needed my whole focus on the task at hand. Our lives depended on it.
I placed my boot on Russel's dead neck and pressed down just a little. “Let Tempest go and I won't kill your brother.” Ian didn't need to know that his brother was already dead. He looked like he could be passed out. I didn't leave any visible marks on him.
“Let's not get too hasty here, Ryker. How are we going to settle this?” Ian was beginning to sweat. He knew I was just crazy enough to kill Russel. And he was right because I already did it. But I also knew he was evil enough to kill Tempest and not feel a thing.
“We settle this like we did back in school. No weapons. Just our fists,” I proposed.
Ian grinned the same way he used to back in school when a fight would break out. He loved the sound of bones crunching and the feeling of beating a kid within an inch of his life. I know because he told me. Ian tossed his gun to the side and I could hear Tempest breathe a sigh of relief. I lifted my boot off of Russel and dropped my AK to the ground.
Ian cracked his knuckles and raised his fists in a defensive stance. “Last time we got in a fight, I nearly killed you, Ryker. What makes you think this time will be any different?”
I craned my neck to side until it cracked and jumped on my toes to loosen my body up. “Last time I let you win. Wouldn't be good to beat the boss now would it?”
“Fucking liar,” Ian growled, charging at me and throwing the first punch. He was fast. But not fast enough. I ducked under and sent my fist flying into his stomach. Ian doubled over and bull rushed my legs. I lost my balance and fell over, crashing backwards onto the ground.
“You son of a bitch! You betrayed me!” Ian climbed on top of me and battered my face with blows. Every hit brought me back to the schoolyard. Those bullies used me as a punching bag everyday. Ian saved me from them but I realized that all I did was trade one bully for another.
Time to take back my life.
I brought my knee up with all the force I could muster and knocked Ian off. My head felt dizzy and I had to use my knee to lift myself off the floor. Ian grinned as he stood up to meet me. He always loved a good fight.
“This ends here, Ian. I won't be your bulldog any longer.”
Ian laughed. “You think you've already won? I taught you everything you know, Ryker. And I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
This time it was my turn to charge Ian. I gathered all the rage in my heart and channeled it into my fist. I swung hard and fast, aiming for Ian's head. His arm came up for a block and deflected my blow. Ian returned with an uppercut to my chin that sent my head rocking back. The dizziness became more apparent. I didn't know how many more blows I could take to the head.
“See how pathetic you've become, Ryker. Fighting to the death all for some junkie whore.” Ian pointed right at Tempest. “She's done this to you. Can't you see? You've become soft.”
I looked behind to see Tempest on the floor all tied up. She shook her head slowly, tears filling her eyes. Bad idea for Ian to mention Tempest. I didn't want to admit to myself that it was all for her.
But it was.
My love for Tempest rejuvenated me. My head became clear and my fists lighter. I faked with my right hand and surprised Ian with a left hook to the jaw. Bones cracked as Ian's head swiveled side to side. His blank stare gazed up at me as he fell to the ground.
I didn't even wait for him to hit the floor before I went to Tempest. “Are you okay?” I asked, bending down and examining her bloody lip.
Tempest nodded. “I'm all right. Just get me the hell out of here.”
I went around Tempest to untie her but the ziptie was too strong. I needed my switchblade to cut it.
As I got up, Tempest screamed, “Look out!”
I turned around to Ian on the ground and in slow motion, watched as he pulled a small gun from his ankle holster. How could I have forgotten? He always kept a spare gun for situations like this. My blind love for Tempest had gotten me killed.
“I told you I still had a few tricks up my sleeve,” Ian sneered.
I closed my eyes and remembered my first time with Tempest—her soft naked flesh and my hard cock pounding in and out of her. At least I could die happy.
BANG!
Tempest
The smoking pistol in my hand was warm to the touch. This time pulling the trigger worked. Ian lay dead on the floor with a hole in his head, blooding pooling around his body. Not bad for firing a gun for the first time in my life. I kept the gun pointed at him, my grip firm on the handle. I wouldn't let him hurt us ever again.
Ryker opened his eyes and checked his body for bullet holes. He turned to me and realized what happened. He knelt down and pried the gun from my fingers. I wanted to shoot Ian a million more times. Make sure he'd never come back to life.
“You saved my life,” he said, gazing into my eyes.
“Only because the gun was loaded. You really need to keep that shotgun of yours loaded at all times. Could have saved us all a headache.”
Ryker chuckled. “I'll take that into consideration.” He looked down at my wrists and saw that they were still bound together by the ziptie. “How the hell did you get your hands free.”
I pointed to the broken pipe. “I was trying to break it the entire time you guys were fighting. I guess seeing you about to be shot gave me that extra ounce of power.”
Ryker walked over by Russel and picked up his switchblade. He returned to me and sawed the zipties until my hands were free. My wrists were red and raw from all the struggling. Ryker held my wrists in his hands and looked over them. “I'm so sorry this happened. It was all my fault.”
Ryker's head was down and tears rolled off his chee
ks and fell into my hands. I raised his chin and looked into his eyes. “You saved my life, Ryker...twice. If it wasn't for you, I'd probably be dead from an overdose in that godforsaken dungeon I called home. If it wasn't for you, Ian would have killed me.” I kissed Ryker softly on the lips even though mine hurt. “You're my hero.”
Ryker wiped the tears from his eyes and helped me to my feet. I walked over to Ian and kicked him right in the chest. His lifeless body slumped over. “Fuck you.”
But we still had one more thing to take care of. “What do we do about Russel?” I asked Ryker. “We can't let him live, right?”
Ryker laughed and kicked Russel over the same way I did to Ian. His head twisted in a way that wasn't humanly possible. There was no life left in his limbs. Russel was dead. He'd been dead the entire time and Ryker fooled both Ian and me. “You killed him before you even entered the room? But what if Ian noticed?”
“It was a risk I had to take. I couldn't fight both of them at the same time. But if Ian knew Russel was dead, he'd most certainly kill you before I had a chance to do anything. My only option was to act like I held Russel's life in my hands. It was the only thing stopping Ian from killing you in front of me.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It was the first time in hours that I actually breathed. “I'm just glad it's all over.”
“Not quite yet, Tempest. We can't let people find out what happened here. That means we need to dispose of the bodies.” Ryker pointed at Ian and Russel. “There's also the guards outside that I had to take out.”
I imagined the amount of digging it would take to bury four bodies.“We have a long night ahead of us then.”
Ryker stared down at the body of Ian and I knew exactly what he was thinking. Nobody should have to kill their best friend. “I'm sorry you had to kill him. I know how close you two were.”
Ryker nodded and I noticed a line of blood running down from his scalp. “Are you hurt?”
Ryker cocked his head to the side. “My face feels sore but other than that I feel fine.”
I pointed at his wound. “But you're bleeding from your head.”
Ryker felt around and looked at the blood on his hands. “It's nothing. Don't worry about. Help me move these bodies.” Ryker went to the shoulders of Ian and lifted. “You get the legs.”
“Stop for a second. Let me take a look at that wound first. We don't want a bunch of your dried blood all over these corpses for someone to find later.”
Ryker thought about it for a moment and dropped Ian to the ground, agreeing with me.
I took his hand and led him into the bathroom off the living room. I flipped the switch and three out of the four bulbs above the mirror lit up. I pulled Ryker's head forward and bathed his wound in the light. His short brown hair was matted with blood. “It looks like you have a nasty gash in your head. But it's not too deep. You shouldn't need stitches.”
“Motherfucking Ian. It's those damn gold rings of his. I'm surprised my face isn't cut up more. I've seen guys lose an eye from those.”
I didn't even want to picture what losing an eye would look like in real life. I'd already seen enough death and destruction today. “Let me see if I can find a first-aid kit.”
“There's one underneath the bathroom sink. We've had to stitch each other up here many times before.”
I looked under the sink and found a big white bag with a red cross on it. Inside was everything a doctor would need to do brain surgery. I wasn't that experienced so some gauze and antiseptic would have to do.
“Okay now, lean your head back,” I asked nicely. Ryker did as he was told and I carefully poured the antiseptic into his cut.
Ryker started squirming in his chair and biting his bottom lip. “Easy, woman. That shit stings.”
“Stop being a baby. You've been hurt so many times I'm surprised you even feel pain anymore.”
Ryker laughed and let me finish bandaging his head. He stared up at me with a longing desire. “I won't let anything bad happen to you.”
I stopped for a moment and looked into his eyes. “I know.” he made me feel so safe. Even in the worst, I knew everything would turn out all right if Ryker was around.
Ryker ran his fingers through my tangled hair. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I blushed and slapped him on the shoulder. “You're just saying that because of the blood loss to your head.”
Ryker stood up and held me close. “No I'm serious. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” Ryker wrapped his arms around me. “I don't ever want to let go.”
I looked up at him, my mouth inches away from his. I could feel his hot breath against me. “Never let go.”
Ryker pressed his lips against mine, holding me firmly. My body felt like goo in his hands as I melted away. My heartbeat raced in my chest. I never wanted him more than now.
Chapter Nine
Ryker
The nightmare was over—well almost. We still had the dirty business of burying the bodies. I thought I had escaped the fight with Ian without a scratch but the bleeding wounds from my head told me otherwise.
Tempest bandaged my head like a nurse and all I could think about was getting her undressed and fucking her until the sun came up. There was so much adrenaline coursing through my body that it needed an outlet—and that outlet was Tempest.
Having her so close to me, her scent infiltrating my senses. I had to have her. It was the only way to calm the raging hard-on trying to break out from my pants. I grabbed her roughly and planted my lips on hers. My tongue sneaked into her mouth, lightly dancing around. Tempest moaned against me and I wanted to make her do that all night.
She steadied her hands on my chest, feeling the hard muscles, and moving slowly south over my abs. “I want you all to myself,” she whispered.
I took a sharp breath in as Tempest felt my hard shaft over my blue jeans. “You have no idea how good you make me feel.”
“I know a way to make you feel even better,” she replied, licking her lips. Tempest's fingers carefully unzipped my pants. The teasing was excruciating. It took every little bit of self-control to keep myself from whipping my cock out and shoving it down her tight little throat. Tempest peeled down my black boxer briefs until my large meat was revealed. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, enveloping me. Every stroke sent pulses of pleasure through me.
The thought of bending Tempest over the kitchen sink and fucking that nice ass of hers was a tempting idea. But I needed more of her. I sucked on her neck as she stroked me, biting down on her when the ecstasy reached its peak. “I need to taste you. All of you.”
I gathered Tempest in my arms and lifted her up. The bathroom wouldn't be sufficient for everything that I wanted to do to Tempest. Her breathing was ragged as I carried her into the living room and past the corpses. We were too focused on each other's eyes to even notice the dead bodies.
We came into the bedroom that I'd stay in when I was with the O'Malleys. The room was just how I remembered it: a queen-sized bed with white sheets and a flannel comforter, a wooden desk in the corner, and a view of the lake right from the bed. It was weird to think that the era of my life with them was over now. I'd spent most of my life with then and nothing would ever be the same.
But now all my energy could be focused on making Tempest orgasm as many times as I wanted.
I set her down on the bed and lifted her blouse over her head. I watched as her hair lifted up and floated back down around her shoulders. Wrapping that hair around my fist and fucking her would feel so good right about now.
Her giant tits bulged in a black bra that was barely able to contain them. They needed to be released right now. Tempest undid her bra strap and let it fall to the ground. I marveled at her deep cleavage and wondered what it would feel like to feel my cock rub up against that. She'd have me coming within seconds.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, leaning back on the bed.
She caught me checking out her tits for
too long. Could she blame me? No man would be able to resists melons like hers.
I pinched her nipples lightly until they became erect. I wanted more time with those fun bags but there were more pressing matters. I quickly forced her pants off until her nice smooth legs were out. My patience was running low. I needed to have Tempest soon before I exploded all over her.
“I want to feel your tongue tasting me,” Tempest said.
I tugged on her panties, lifting Tempest's hips an inch of the bed until her underwear snapped and she fell back down. I'd need to buy her a lot more at the rate I was destroying them. I tossed the shredded panties and Tempest was completely naked before me. Her figure was so perfect it was hard to imagine she wasn't a model before her junkie days. If only I could cover her head to toe with my seed.
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