That makes me feel better, and yet at the same time, so much worse.
It would be too late by then.
I shake my head and get out of the bed, pulling on some clothes and picking up my phone. “I’m going to call Alarick and see what he wants me to do.”
I walk out of the room, not because I don’t want to be near Mykel anymore, but because my heart is aching and I feel like I’m going to scream with the tension building in my chest. I don’t want Mykel to see me like this; I know he already doesn’t like the fact that I’m in there, let alone the fact that I’m scared.
I reach the kitchen and turn the coffee-maker on, and then I take my phone and dial Alarick. He answers after a few rings, in a sleepy voice. “Waverly, what is it?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, Alarick, but I have to tell you that Dax wants me out there this afternoon. He kept calling and when I didn’t answer, he freaked out. He told me he has a plan, and that I can help him with it, but I have no idea what that plan is. I wanted to know what you think I should do?”
“He didn’t say anything about what he was thinkin’?”
“No.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Go out there, and I’ll have Bohdi and Mykel wait close by. We’ll give you a time to get out, and if you don’t come out, we’ll come in. I’m not goin’ to let anyone hurt you, Waverly. It’s gettin’ dangerous and now, more than ever, you need to be careful. You ever shot a gun?”
“Ah, I mean, sure . . . When I was younger my dad taught me.”
“Mykel can give you a lesson. You’re not goin’ in unarmed anymore.”
“If Dax sees me with a gun . . .” I say, my voice a little shaky, “. . . I could end up in trouble.”
“Dax sees you with a gun and freaks out, then at least you have a fuckin’ gun to protect yourself.”
He has a point.
“Put Mykel on. I’ll go over it with him. We’re goin’ to finish this soon and get you outta there, you hear me?”
“I hear you.”
I hand the phone to Mykel who has just walked into the kitchen. He’s shirtless and god damn, he looks delicious in the morning. I make a mental note to take one more out of him before I leave, one more fuck that is. I wouldn’t mind something to take my mind off this again.
“Alarick wants to talk to you.”
I hand him the phone and he takes it, bringing it to his ear and turning away. “Pres?”
He chats for a few minutes and when he hangs up, he looks back at me and with an outstretched hand containing my phone. “Ready to learn how to fire a gun?”
I scrunch my face and then say, in a small voice, “I guess.”
“Good, then let’s do this.”
Sure.
Let’s.
“YOU’RE NOT PAYIN’ ATTENTION, Waverly.” Mykel growls, crossing his arms and glaring at me.
“That’s because you keep bloody touching me, and pressing your dick against my back, and it’s really really hard to concentrate.”
“Can’t help my dick fuckin’ touching you when I’m tryin’ to show you how to aim.”
“Well, can’t you push your bum out, so it doesn’t touch me?”
He growls again.
I stomp my foot and stare at him with a frustrated expression.
“Did you just stomp your fuckin’ foot at me?”
“Yes, yes, I did.”
We’re standing in the middle of the woods, god knows where, and Mykel has set up some targets in a clearing and is trying to show me how to shoot a gun. I mean, I can shoot it just find; my aim, however, isn’t the best. He’s attempting to explain to me just how to get my target, and make sure I don’t miss, but every time he comes up to me and wraps his arms around me to hold my arms straight, I feel his big body against my back and my mind just shuts down.
I want him so bad, it’s a little embarrassing if I’m being honest.
He does something to me, something that makes me weak at the knees. Every single second I’m around him, I’m thinking about him being inside of me and my whole body comes to life with tingles of anticipation.
It’s not at all helpful right now.
“Come here,” he mutters, grabbing my arm and leading me to the truck.
“We’re leaving?” I ask, confused.
“No, Waverly. I’m goin’ to fuck you so you stop thinkin’ about it and pay attention to what I’m trying to show you.”
My cheeks heat as he presses my back against the truck, and he looks down at me with an expression that makes me suck my bottom lip into my mouth.
“Would you rather I didn’t?” he murmurs, his voice raspy as he stares at my lips.
“Oh no, I’m not complaining.”
“You’re fuckin’ insatiable. You always like this?”
“No,” I tell him honestly. “I mean, a girl loves sex, but you . . .”
“I what?” he growls, spinning me around so that my front is pressed against the truck now, and my back is to him.
“You make me crazy, I don’t know what it is. All I know is that when I’m around you, I can’t stop thinking about how good you feel inside of me.”
“You can tell me how good I feel while I take these fuckin’ jeans off.”
Oh, boy.
Oh, yes.
He takes my jeans and jerks them down, and I kick off a boot so I can get one leg out. That’s all I need. I made a point of not wearing any panties. I wasn’t exactly anticipating that we’d have sex, but I wasn’t ruling it out, either. I mean, look at him, wearing his blue jeans, a dark tee covered by a red rolled up
