Stolen Love

by Lauren Hunt

  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 cheeks 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 a
bout 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.

  I licked my lips. I'd never wanted someone so badly before. “You look good enough to eat.” I lifted my shirt over my head and threw it across the room. Now there was nothing getting in the way of what I desired.

  “Come and get it,” she replied. Tempest spread her legs, showing me right where she wanted me. I ran my fingers up her thighs, goosebumps forming all over her skin. “Don't tickle me.” She giggled, playfully slamming her foot on my chest.

  I knocked her foot out of the way. Nothing would get in the way of my conquest. My finger grazed against her wet sex and Tempest moaned. I kissed her stomach, working over her pubic mound, and planting my lips on her clit. Tempest's body spasmed as my tongue licked her fleshy hood.

  “You have no idea how good this feels,” she breathed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I grabbed a hold of both thighs and ran my tongue down her slit. She tasted so sweet. I could eat her out all day and never have enough.

  Tempest suddenly quivered uncontrollably, vibrating the bed. I continued to play around with her clit throughout her orgasm. She ran her fingers through my short hair and pressed my face harder against her pussy.

  Tempest rubbed her wetness all over my face until I was soaked. I flicked her clit around in circles, her thighs holding my head in a vice. I could barely hear her moan my name as she came again.

  “I can't take anymore, Ryker. I need to fuck you now. Please...”

  I came up for air and wiped my wet mouth. Tempest pushed me over until I lay next to her. She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. My cock was inches from her dripping wet pussy. My cock pulsed up and down, almost tapping on her door. Tempest bent over and kissed me, sitting down and covering my cock with the lips of her pussy. She slid back and forth, lubing my shaft.

  “Fuck, you feel so good against me,” I said.

  I raised my hands and felt up her big tits, smashing and squeezing them together. I'd never get tired of playing with those. Tempest grabbed my hands and placed them over my head, holding them in place. “You're not going to move now. I'm going to do all the work.”

  This chick was hot. Way too hot.

  I lay there as she rubbed her pussy against my throbbing cock, her hips rocking back and forth. All of her juices lathered up my cock as she worked faster and faster. The temptation to come was becoming overpowering. “I need to be inside you, baby. Fuck me now before it's too late.”

  “Can't handle it?” she replied, pressing her warm folds against me harder. Tempest lifted up, grasped my shaft, and lowered down on it until I filled up every inch of her. We both moaned as I drilled deeper and deeper. She still held my hands above my head, not letting me move a muscles. I wanted to squeeze those milky tits, slap that hot ass of hers, and slam her down on my cock so hard she'd scream my name.

  I watched as Tempest had her way with me, rising up and down on my spear. She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and I got a great view of her tits bouncing. Those erect nipples needed to be chewed on.

  Tempest's breathing quickened. “You feel so good inside me.” The pleasure was reaching its peak. I wouldn't be able to go much longer.

  “Come for me, baby. I'm ready for you.”

  Tempest's face strained and her hold on me tightened. Tempest screamed my name again, clenching her pussy around my engorged cock. There wasn't anything else I could do. I found my release and detonated inside her.

  Tempest quaked on top of me, her entire body shivering and shaking. I rode the waves of the orgasm as long as it would carry me, unloading my balls until every drop of seed was spent.

  Tempest collapsed on top of me, my half-staff still inside. “That was beyond words.” She huffed and puffed.

  “You can ride me anytime, baby. That felt so fucking good.” My flaccid penis fell out of her and Tempest rolled off next to me. We fell asleep in each other's arms, completely exhausted from the day's events.

  Tempest

  I awoke the next morning, my head on Ryker's chest, his arms holding me. I felt safe and sound. Nothing could ever hurt me with him around. I couldn't help but stare at my Prince Charming. His sculpted body and inked skin was so captivating. I never imagined myself in a situation like this. I never thought I deserved this type of happiness. Could a drug addict truly be happy? Could a bad guy really have a good heart?

  Ryker's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me. “I could get used
to waking up to such a beautiful face every morning.”

  I couldn't help but blush and snuggle in the crook of his arm. Every muscles in my body was sore beyond belief. Is this what orgasming does to you? If we did it again, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for days.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked.

  “I'm so sore I can barely move.”

  “Don't worry, your body will get used to it. And it better because I'm going to need to fuck you at least a few times a day.”

  A few times a day! How many was a few? Three? Four? Holy fuck, four times a day. I'd need to start exercising more just to keep up with him. I placed my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat pound like a drum. My fingers traced the intricate tattoo of a cobra snake on his left arm, its fangs bear, hood open, ready to strike. “What does this represent?” I asked.