Redeemed (The Dark Redemption Series Book 2) (3 page)

Her warm breath ghosts over my ear, causing a frenzy inside me. “Fuck me, Brede. Help me forget.”

“No, it’ll hurt,” I warn her as I shove my hand down the front of her panties and cup her between her legs, giving her a small taste of how it will feel to have my cock stretching her after Aden took her virginity just a few hours ago.

Blair gasps when my middle finger strokes her clit before she replies with the last thing I expected. “It already hurts because I want you so badly. Please, Brede.”

Well, fuck.

How can I say no to that? She doesn’t know how painful this will be, and afterward she’ll probably hate me. I deserve nothing less, but there’s no way I can wait any longer. Not after thinking I lost her twice within minutes. She could’ve died in the fucking wreck, or those officers on the scene could’ve killed her with one bullet. And then she nearly did die at the hands of the man who brought me here in the first fucking place. I put her in danger by not being honest with her. And despite all of that, she still wants me.

Grabbing the back of her hair, I pull on it until her mouth is on mine again, while my hand in her panties gives her the last warning before I won’t be able to stop. I plunge two fingers inside her tight pussy and swallow her gasp as I start fucking her with them. Her moans get louder as she pushes down on my hand, grinding herself harder before she shakes with her release. I expected her to push my hand away or tell me to stop because it hurt, but instead she got herself off, making me want her even more.

As soon as she stops clenching around my fingers, I withdraw them and stroke my shaft with her wetness.

After jerking her dress over her head, I pull the crotch of her panties to the side and tell her, “If you want my cock, you better ride me until you fucking come all over it.”

Aden clears his throat in the front, reminding me that we have an audience, just as Blair’s body trembles all over when she starts impaling her tight, wet cunt on my thick, pulsing shaft. “Maybe we should –,” Aden says before he’s interrupted by Blair’s low groan of “
Uhh, God!”

My defiled angel is tough as nails and doesn’t stop until she’s fully seated on me. The urge to slam her up and down my cock is so intense I nearly combust, but I can’t without hurting her worse.

“Move, baby,” I tell her, squeezing both of her ass cheeks.

And Lord have mercy, she does.

At first she only lifts up a few inches before plummeting back down, but then she holds on to my shoulders and begins to move faster, with deeper strokes. Fuck, her pussy is scorching hot and so goddamn tight when she squeezes me. The sounds she makes are sexy as hell, chanting, “
Ah! Ah! Ah!”
with each thrust, every moan sharper and louder than the last, likes she’s incapable of forming words, but it’s too good to stay silent. At least I hope it’s pleasure and not pain.

“You okay, baby?” I ask, unable to resist grabbing a handful of her bouncing tits before pressing my fingertips to her clit.

“No! Yes!
Ahh, God, yes
!”

Thank fuck.

Sweat breaks out all over my body, the rivulets running down my face and chest as I clench my teeth to try and hold off coming inside of her wet heat. This is the most incredible pussy I’ve ever felt, probably because there’s nothing in between us. No condom to come in so I won’t knock her up.

Oh, fuck it. There’s no way I can pull out now. It’s too good, and I nearly explode just thinking about unloading my cum inside her pussy, seeing it seep down her thighs. She’s gotta take an emergency contraceptive anyway, so what’s the harm?

Blair interrupts my thoughts when she pushes the sleeves of my leather jacket down and off my arms, then her palms shove my shirt up my chest. As soon as the material clears my head, I reach for her, pulling her mouth to mine again while I hold her lean body to me. Our sweat mingles and our tongues tangle feverishly.

Pressing the naked skin of my body to hers while being buried inside her is like a religious experience. I know that this is what I’ll think about on my death bed, taking my last breath, because it’s the only place that I’ve ever had this sort of euphoria. One that doesn’t have anything to do with fucking her. It’s about being as close as possible to her radiance and warmth. Maybe I’m hoping she can thaw out my frigid black soul, or maybe she already has.

I never want this moment to end. I never want our bodies to separate. But when I feel the tremor run through her body, and her pussy tightens on my cock, I know it won’t be long now. I have to come so bad my balls hurt. God, it’s so worth it.

Holding Blair all the way down on my shaft, I thrust my hips up into her one last time, so hard she whimpers, her face pressed into my neck before she trembles with another orgasm or the first one keeps on going. Either way, she milks me dry. I groan when the last wonderful jets of cum pulse from the head of my cock, coating the inside of her, claiming her, marking her, making her mine. It’s the first time I’ve ever shot my release inside a woman, because I’m not stupid. But with Blair, I suddenly feel incredibly possessive and protective of her. And honestly, the usual worries and concerns of unprotected sex are so fucking absent it’s almost scary. Maybe it was knowing I almost lost her because now there’s this warmth in my chest for this woman that makes me want to be with her for the rest of my life and never let her go. She’s it for me. I want to go to sleep with her at night, and wake up with her every morning, and make babies with her…

The SUV swerves, unfortunately bringing the real world back into focus. The one where we’re on the run, my brother has also fucked my woman, and her father wants her dead. I look up into the rearview mirror and meet Aden’s gaze.

“We’ve gotta stop,” he chokes out. “Twenty miles to Virginia.”

“Get to Virginia, but don’t stop at the first hotel you come to,” I warn him.

“Ha! Easy for you to say,” he counters.

My hands soothe up and down Blair’s bare back while her head rests on my shoulder, my semi-hard cock still buried inside her because I don’t want to pull out yet. I just want to stay like this with my angel in my arms, comforting her, because after all the hell she’s been through, she gave herself to me. While I’m sure it was somewhat painful, I also know part of it felt good to her. Hopefully enough that she’ll let me fuck her again. Soon. Once she’s had time to heal.

“How you doing?” I ask her.

“Amazing,” she replies softly, making me smile when she winds her arms tighter around my neck.

I know I don’t deserve her, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever be able to give her up. It’s selfish of me to want to keep her, yet I’m pretty sure that letting her go now would kill me. I’m addicted to the way it feels to actually take care of someone else, to have her appreciation and trust.

“Bridge coming up,” Aden says, unfortunately reminding me of the dead body in the back. Shit. Blair is probably gonna freak out when she realizes…

“Stop in the middle,” I tell him, hoping that’s where the water is the deepest, with the least chance of the asshole’s body washing up on shore right away.

Gently lifting Blair over to the seat next to me, I zip up my pants and slip my shirt and jacket back on before telling her, “I’ll be right back.”

“Why? What are you doing?” she asks, her small hand clutching my forearm like she doesn’t want me to leave her, even for a second. That blackened organ in my chest beats harder. I had no idea that having someone depend on me to be their protector would be so goddamn gratifying.

“Won’t take but a minute,” I promise her.

When Aden opens his door to get out, the dome light shines brightly on Blair’s wide green eyes and the bruises on her neck, face and arms. I hate seeing that shit on her, and I definitely don’t want her to see what’s in the cargo area, so I hit the overhead button to turn the lights off. Leaning forward, I kiss Blair quickly on the lips before I climb out and meet Aden at the back of the SUV.

He looks around the darkness for oncoming cars before quickly lifting the hatch.

“Let’s go that way,” I tell him softly, nodding over my shoulder behind us, so there’s less chance of Blair seeing his body. Since Aden’s near Roger’s upper body, he grabs his arms, avoiding his bleeding head, and I grab his legs. Between the two of us, we quickly guide him over to the guard rail.

“On three,” I say. “One, two, three.” Together we toss the dead man into the creek, and he lands with a splash. Aden and I both lean over the rail and watch him sink until his pale, naked skin disappears into the dark depths of the water.

Instead of remorse, all I feel is relief and anger. I shouldn’t have trusted Roger, but I don’t regret the day I took the phone call from him. If I hadn’t answered, would he have called someone else, someone who wouldn’t have fallen for Blair and just killed her right away? There could already be someone else tracking her, tracking
us
to do just that, and the anxiety makes me want to pull my hair out because she’s counting on me to keep her safe. What if I can’t?

“Fuck, I need a smoke,” I tell Aden as we walk back to the SUV.

“What’s wrong? You run out?” he asks.

“No,” I reply as I remove the nearly full pack from my shirt pocket and fling it over into the creek. “I’m trying to quit.”

Easing into the back seat, Blair immediately climbs on my lap, still naked except for her panties, winding her arms around my neck, and burying her face in my collar. God, why does her body feel so fucking good on mine, and why do I feel worse about her seeing a dead body than I do for taking a man’s life? Blair’s a smart girl, so I’m sure she’s figured out what we were doing, even without the light on, which I absolutely hate. At least she’s not acting revolted by the fact that I’m a killer.

“You okay?” I ask her.

“Thank you,” she says, settling herself against me. There’s barely any clothing on her, yet in this moment, sex is not on my mind. Maybe because we just had a fantastic round, but more than that, I know she’s seeking comfort in me right now, and nothing more. I owe that to her. I actually
want
to give that sense of security to her. In fact, I revel in being the one she depends on to keep her safe.

We sit like that while Aden drives for maybe ten minutes, before all hell breaks loose.

“Oh, fuck,” Blair says before her body tenses in my arms.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, reluctantly easing her away from me. Shit, did she just realize that we didn’t use a condom and regret it?

“There’s a car behind us…”

“Goddamn it! Aden?” I ask.

“Shit,” he says before the siren blares.

“Oh God,” Blair gasps before her breathing becomes shallow and rapid. When Aden slows down and puts on his right turn signal, she loses it. “No, I can’t go back! Don’t stop!”

“Calm, down, baby. It’s gonna be okay. We’re not gonna let anything happen to you,” I assure her before trying to lay her down flat on her back on the passenger seat next to me.

“No,” she says, clinging to the front of my neck with both hands. “They’ll arrest you!” Her chest is rising and falling too fast. She’s hyperventilating.

“Shh. It’s okay,” I tell her, omitting the fact that I want her down in case they start firing on us. Once her back’s on the seat, I shift my weight so I can stretch out over top of her, holding my weight off her chest. I lower my lips to hers, trying to distract her and trusting that Aden knows what he’s doing.

If I had to guess, I would bet that my brother is pulling over to act like we have nothing to hide, and as soon as the officer gets out of the car…

“Hold on,” Aden says before he floors the accelerator so hard the SUV fishtails. I hear a click of what is likely the headlights going off. And after a series of jerks to the left, then the right and then left again, he pulls to a stop with the absence of sirens.

“Lost him,” Aden says, sounding out of breath.

“Thank fuck,” I mutter at the same time Blair exhales in relief underneath me.

“We need to find another car,” Aden states the obvious before he climbs out of the driver seat and shuts the door.

“No shit, Sherlock,” I mutter as I raise up off of Blair and pull her to a sitting position. After I hand her dress to her, she pulls it on while I step out into what looks like a cookie-cutter residential neighborhood. Since it’s probably three or four a.m., the whole street is silent. Before I forget, I go around and open up the front passenger door, grabbing Blair’s photo album and offering it to her when she lowers her feet to the ground. 

“Oh my God. Thank you,” she says in surprise, clutching the book to her chest. “These are the only photos I could find of my mother.”

“You’re welcome,” I tell her, kissing her temple. 

“Let’s look for something a few streets over,” Aden suggests quietly. I grab Blair’s hand, but she doesn’t move when I give it a tug.

“Um, I don’t have any shoes,” she says, glancing down at her pale legs and feet that practically glow in the darkness.

“It’s okay. We’ll find you some,” I tell her before scooping her up, cradling her with the book in her arms to my chest.

We cross through four streets in the neighborhood before we start looking for a decent ride.

“You know how to hotwire, right?” I ask Aden as we start peeking inside a few cars parked along the curb to see if we can find one unlocked. Would it be too much to ask that the owner left the keys inside it too like the SUV?