Risky Vengeance

by Rhonda Brewer

  “I want to fuck you right here, Abs.” Trunk growled when she sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

  “I won’t argue. Fuck me on the roof if you like.” Abbie squirmed against his erection.

  “We’ll put that on the list.” Trunk chuckled.

  She heard the jingle of his belt buckle and then his zipper. Before his pants dropped, he fumbled in his pocket, and when he lifted his hand, he held a foil package. Abbie grinned because no matter how much she wanted the big gorgeous guy, she couldn’t be careless.

  “Always prepared, just like a real boy scout.” Abbie smirked.

  “I’m no boy scout. Abs, this first time is going to be hard and fast. I’ve been in agony for weeks, but we’ve got all night, and trust me, you’ll be exhausted by the time I’m done.” Trunk gently bit her lip.

  After another breath-stealing kiss, Trunk lowered her so she could stand up. He dropped his jeans and underwear, showing her what she’d been fantasizing about for weeks. Abbie licked her lips as she watched him slip the condom over his thick cock.

  Trunk was hard, but it was the first time she’d ever seen a man who was circumcised up close. He was average in length, but thick, and the purple head glistened with moisture.

  “Are you ready, Abs?” Trunk lifted her into his arms again.

  “Why don’t you check and see?” Abbie teased.

  Trunk slipped his hand under her ass, and she heard the unmistakable ripping sound of her sheer panties. She groaned as his finger slid between her wet folds once and skimmed lightly against her opening.

  “Oh, you’re ready,” Trunk groaned.

  “Fuck,” Abbie gasped.

  “Whatever you want, baby.” Trunk lifted his finger and wiped the moisture across her lower lip. “Don’t wipe that off.”

  Trunk pressed her against the wall and reached between them. He grabbed his cock, and Abbie held her breath as he positioned the head at her opening, but before he pushed inside, his eyes locked with hers

  “I can’t fucking wait to bury myself inside you, Abs.” Trunk growled and thrust into her.

  “Yes,” Abbie gasped with pleasure.

  Trunk gradually pulled out a little then slammed back inside her as his tongue glided across her lower lip.

  “There’s nothing as hot as tasting a woman’s juice on her own lips while you’re inside her.” Trunk sucked her lip into his mouth.

  “Would you feel that way if it was your juice on my lips?” Abbie flicked her tongue out and touched his.

  “That’s even hotter,” Trunk said with a deep growl.

  He pushed deeper as he grabbed her ass, and one finger ran up and down the crack. The more he pounded into her, the harder he squeezed her bottom, and his finger moved closer to her hole.

  Abbie had lots of experience, not that she was a slut, but she’d always loved sex. She wasn’t squeamish about trying new things, and although she never tried anal, she wasn’t opposed to being fingered there. As if he read her mind, Trunk’s thick finger slipped inside.

  “Oh, God.” Abbie gripped Trunk’s shoulders.

  “Like that, do you, Abs?,” Trunk growled into her ear.

  “Fuck, yes.” Abbie thrust her hips forward and then back.

  “Nice, because that ass of yours needs some good fucking too.” Trunk covered her mouth with his before she had a chance to respond.

  He slammed his cock into her hard and fast as his finger slipped deeper inside her ass. Abbie groaned with pleasure as she felt an orgasm began to build. She’d never come without stimulation to her clitoris, but when Trunk rammed into her with one hard thrust, her whole body trembled. The pleasure slammed through her, and her pussy squeezed around his cock.

  “Ben, fuck,” Abbie shouted and dug her nails into the back of his neck.

  “That’s it, baby. Squeeze my cock with that hot little pussy.” Trunk growled into her ear.

  He slammed into her once more and let out a loud groan. Trunk buried his face in the crook of her neck as his body convulsed. All his muscles contracted as his release spilled inside her.

  When they both stopped shaking, the only sound in the hallway was their heavy panting as they tried to catch their breath. Abbie could feel his cock jerk inside her, and she sighed. When Trunk lifted his head, and he stared into her eyes.

  “You think you can put me down so we can go to the bedroom?” Abbie smirked.

  “As soon as I can get my legs to work again, you bet.” Trunk chuckled, but he did release her so she could put her feet on the floor.

  “I’ll meet you there. My legs are fine.” Abbie grinned as she backed away from him.

  “Every inch of you is fine, baby.” Trunk kicked off his boots and stepped out of his jeans.

  He stood in front of her, naked and beautiful, even with a used condom hanging from his semi-erection. He still looked perfect to her. Trunk deliberately stalked toward her and when he kicked his things to the side, Abbie turned and ran into the room.

  She almost made it to the bed, but Trunk grabbed her around the waist. Instead of bringing her to the bed, he turned and headed toward the bathroom. He stepped into her large shower and tugged her in with him.

  “Are you trying to tell me I need a wash?” Abbie laughed.

  “No, but I’ve been jacking off to doing you like this for weeks.” Trunk growled as he spun her around and pulled her body back against his.

  With that, he showed her exactly what he meant, and she had to admit, it was incredible.

  Chapter 3

  “I need to eat,” Abbie panted after she and Trunk made love again.

  Trunk was surprised Abbie hadn’t tossed him out on his ass when he arrived the previous evening. After almost eight hours in her bedroom, and making love four times, watching her saunter across the room naked was arousing him yet again.

  “I don’t know, but if I don’t eat something, I won’t be doing that again.” Abbie wiggled her finger toward where his cock lay on his stomach.

  “I’ll make you a three-course meal because we have to do that again,” Trunk jumped out of bed and left the bedroom

  “You can’t be wandering around my kitchen naked,” she shouted as she ran behind him.

  “My clothes are in the foyer, remember?” Trunk wiggled his eyebrows as he picked up his boxer briefs.

  Luckily, he’d had the presence of mind after their shower sex, to place the containers of food in her fridge. Keith’s grandmother would kick their asses if they’d let the leftovers spoil. After he picked up the discarded clothes and pulled on his jeans, he made his way to the kitchen.

  For the first time since he met her, Trunk could relax and enjoy her company. While they ate, they discussed her business and what they wanted for the future. When the conversation turned to family, Trunk tensed.

  “My mother lives in Corner Brook and works for a doctor as a receptionist. She says when she retires, she’s moving to St. John’s to be closer to her boys,” Trunk told Abbie.

  “Your brother lives in St. John’s?” Abbie seemed surprised.

  “No, he’s in Nova Scotia,” Trunk replied.

  “I’m guessing he’s moving back here when your mother retires.” Abbie smirked.

  “If you ask her, yes. If you ask Chris, no.” Trunk stood up.

  “What about your dad?” Abbie asked as she sipped on a glass of water.

  “He’s been out of my life for a long time,” Trunk explained as he left the table to place the plates in the sink.

  “I’m guessing that means you don’t want to talk about him.” Abbie moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

  “You’re very smart, do you know that?” Trunk turned around and pulled her into his arms.

  “I know.” Abbie winked.

  They spent almost a full day together and were headed into the second night. Abbie talked about her parents and their concerns while she was in danger. She seemed to idolize her father, and Trunk felt a twinge of jealousy deep down in his gut. Not because
of her admiration for her dad, but because he couldn’t relate to having a father he could look up to.

  “Do you have siblings?” Trunk asked.

  Abbie stiffened for a moment, and he suddenly felt horrible for asking the question. When she snuggled tighter into his side, he wondered if he’d struck a nerve. He never heard her refer to a brother or sister, but it didn’t mean she didn’t have any.

  “I had a sister,” Abbie whispered.

  “Had?” Trunk ran his hand up and down her back.

  “She died,” Abbie murmured.

  “I’m sorry.” Trunk kissed her forehead.

  “It was a long time ago. I was eleven when Laurie died.” Abbie swirled her finger around his chest.

  “Can I ask what happened?,” he asked.

  “We were outside with some friends, and a man hit her with his car.” Abbie lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest.

  “That’s horrible.” Trunk ran his knuckle down her cheek.

  “It was. She saved Dana and me from being hit as well. She pushed us out of the way when the guy swerved toward us. He was drunk and tried to run off afterward, but some neighbors grabbed him,” Abbie went on.

  “Do you know who hit her?” Trunk asked.

  “Who cares? I moved on, and I would rather not think about any of it while I have a hot stud next to me.” Abbie dropped soft kisses across his chest.

  Trunk’s mind swirled with terrible thoughts. It wasn’t possible his stepfather killed Abbie’s sister, was it? St. John’s was a big city, and he’d heard tons of stories about drunk drivers hurting or killing people.

  “What’s wrong?” Abbie stopped and met his eyes.

  “Nothing.” Trunk forced a smile.

  “Don’t do that.” Abbie cupped his cheek.

  “Do what?” Trunk’s heart drummed in his chest.

  “Lie. You’re tense all of a sudden,” she whispered.

  Abbie could obviously read him better than he thought. He tried his best to force down the sickening feeling churning through his stomach until he could confirm his fear.

  “I think you finally wore me out, Abs.” Trunk pulled her tightly into his embrace as he kissed the top of her head.

  “Maybe we should get some sleep then.” Abbie yawned.

  Trunk felt torn between wanting to hold the woman he’d fallen in love with, and finding out if what he suspected was true. He prayed he was wrong because he and Abbie couldn’t have a future if his stepfather killed her sister.

  Abbie drifted off to sleep, and Trunk slipped out of bed. He hated to leave without a word, but he couldn’t sleep until he knew the truth.

  By the time he made it back to Hopedale, every muscle in his body was tighter than a drum and his jaw hurt from clenching his teeth together. It was a little before five in the morning, and he knew neither Sandy nor Smash were awake.

  He drove up to the security gate leading to The Compound. Trunk was living in a bunkhouse at the back of Keith’s property until his house was finished. Billie helped him find a home, but it needed work before he could move in. He hired Keith’s construction company to finish it so he could move in as soon as possible.

  He stopped his truck outside of Keith’s two-story farmhouse, but it was obvious nobody was awake. Keith and his wife were practically newlyweds, and even if they were up, they were probably in the middle of enjoying each other. Plus, they were expecting their first baby so Emily needed all the sleep she could get.

  Next, Trunk headed to the bunkhouse to see if Smash was awake, but before he got to the small cottages, he remembered Smash was out of town for the weekend.

  “Fuck.” Trunk growled and slammed his hands against the steering wheel.

  A workout, shower, and meal killed a little over two hours. Trunk hoped Sandy was up by the time he’d finished eating. He made his way out of The Compound and headed straight to Sandy’s and Ian’s house.

  Trunk hoped Sandy’s and Ian’s three-year-old and one-year-old were early risers. The two older girls would be sleeping in since they were in school all week. At least with the younger kids, he had a chance of Sandy not punching him for waking them up.

  Trunk stepped up on the front porch and rang the doorbell. It didn’t take long before he heard someone stomping to the front door. Trunk bit back a snicker when Sandy appeared in the doorway with her dark curly hair in disarray and three-year-old Grace on her hip.

  “What the fu…” Sandy stopped and looked at the pretty little girl smiling at Trunk. “Why are you here at seven in the morning on a Saturday?”

  “I need you to check something for me,” Trunk said as Grace leaped into his arms.

  “Hi, Trunk.” Grace flung her arms around his neck.

  “Hi, Gracie. Are you driving Mommy crazy again?” Trunk chuckled as he followed Sandy to the kitchen.

  “I wanted juice.” Grace pointed to a puddle of orange juice on the kitchen floor.

  “Yes, she was thirsty and decided she would get it herself because she thinks she can pour juice from a container that’s heavier than her,” Sandy complained as she mopped the floor.

  “I spilled the juice.” Grace stuck out her lower lip, and Trunk wondered how anyone could stay mad at the little girl.

  “Don’t do that face, Gracie. Mommy needs to stay mad.” Sandy pointed at her daughter.

  “I’m sorry, Mommy.” Grace dropped her head and covered her face with her hands.

  “I swear that child should be an actress.” Sandy sighed as she took Grace into her arms and hugged her.

  Trunk chuckled as he took over the mopping while Sandy settled Grace in bed with her father. When she returned, she’d pulled her hair into a messy ponytail.

  “I thought you’d smartened up and went to see Abbie yesterday.” Sandy propped her fists on her hips.

  “I need you to check something for me.” Trunk didn’t want to talk about Abbie.

  “Okay, so we’re going to avoid that statement. What do you want?” Sandy poured three cups of coffee and handed one to Trunk.

  “I want you to do a digital search on Jerry Stamp. I need to know the name of the girl he killed,” Trunk said as he followed Sandy to her bedroom.

  Sandy worked from home most days, and her primary system was in her bedroom. Working for Keith was her main job, but she also worked part-time with the Newfoundland Police Department. Sandy was brilliant, not to mention the best computer analyst he’d ever met.

  “Why am I looking up your stepdad?” Sandy asked as they entered the bedroom.

  Ian sat in the middle of the large bed with Grace on one side and little Alexander on the other. Ian and Sandy were a blended family with Ian’s two girls, Lily and Grace and Sandy’s daughter Evie. They had Alexander shortly after they were married.

  “Hey, Trunk.” Ian nodded.

  “Can you just check for me?” Trunk asked as he gave Ian a quick wave.

  “No, I want to know why.” Sandy sat in her chair and crossed her arms.

  “Sandy,” Trunk said with a deep rumble in his voice.

  “Trunk, you should know better than to ask her anything without an explanation.” Ian chuckled.

  Trunk had known Sandy for a long time, and she would never do as he asked without justification. It wasn’t like she didn’t know about his past. Even if he hadn’t told her, she would have found out anyway. It always amazed him how much she could find through her computer.

  “Don’t say a word. To anyone.” Trunk met Sandy’s eyes.

  “I promise.” She nodded.

  “Abbie’s sister was killed by a drunk driver,” Trunk said quietly.

  Sandy stared at him for a moment, then, without a word, began to turn on her computers. After each of her screens lit up, Sandy’s fingers danced over the keyboard and Trunk saw things pop up on each screen.

  “I mean, the chances of your stepdad’s victim being Abbie’s sister are slim to none,” Sandy murmured.

  “You have to factor in my shitty luck,” Trunk returned.


  “Das a bad word.” Grace tugged on Trunk’s jacket.

  “She has ears like a bat,” Sandy told him without stopping her constant clicking.

  “I’m sorry, Gracie.” Trunk crouched to talk to Sandy’s daughter.

  “It’s okay, but don’t let Nanny Kathleen hear you. She puts pepper on your tongue,” Grace whispered as she cupped one of her tiny hands around her mouth.

  “I’ll remember that.” Trunk chuckled as she ran and jumped up on the bed.

  “Okay, here it is.” Sandy pointed to the screen

  Trunk stood up slowly as he stared at the name on the screen. All the air whooshed out of him at the sight of the black characters printed across the white background. It wasn’t just the name of the girl Jerry killed that had him sick to his stomach, it was the names of the two kids injured by the crash.

  “He killed Abbie’s sister,” Trunk whispered mostly to himself.

  “Trunk, it’s not like this is your fault.” Sandy touched his arm.

  “Don’t mention a word of this to anyone. Got it?” Trunk spun around and stomped out of the room.

  A relationship with Abbie wasn’t in his future and Trunk had to push her away before she found out the truth. Now that he had kissed her, touched her, and knew the pleasure of making love to her, it would be hell, but he didn’t have a choice.

  “Doesn’t matter. If she knew, she’d hate me,” Trunk mumbled to himself as he jumped in his vehicle.

  Sandy would tell Keith and Bull because she didn’t keep anything from those two. Bull was kind of in the same predicament as Trunk. Bull was in love with Keith’s cousin Kristy, but because of some family shit, he kept the feisty woman at a distance. Kristy wasn’t making it easy for the man.

  His eyes filled with tears as he drove to the bunkhouse. Trunk had found happiness with Abbie, but as usual, things didn’t go the way he wanted. Life with Abbie wasn’t in his future, and the sooner he came to terms with that, the better off he would be.

  “I’m so sorry, Abs, but this is for the best. You’ll be better off with someone else. At least I got to be with you once, and I’ll remember that for as long as I live.” Trunk sighed.