Vengeance in Bloom (The Love Unauthorized Series Book 2) Page 13

  By the time the tutorial is over, Paisley is much more comfortable. She no longer nervously bites her lip, and she looks confident with the gun in her grasp. We can work on actually shooting. I hold my hand out, and she hands it over. I’ll shoot a round, so she can see how it’s done. It’ll be loud, and we don’t have any ear protectors, so she needs to get used to the noise before she shoots it herself.

  Paisley stands behind me, and the thought crosses my mind that someone is watching us right at this very moment. A bit of paranoia takes hold of me, and I scan the area for a sign that anyone else is here. Braelyn told us today that she’d bugged Kai’s computer. That basically means they have access to all of our information. Security codes, private emails, fucking everything. That right there is probably one of the biggest reasons they’ve been steps ahead at all times.

  My anger boils when I think of how we eliminated Braelyn so quickly from our suspect list when this all started. I fucking underestimated her.

  Big time.

  I can’t believe I made that stupid fucking mistake. If I’d known exactly how certifiable she was from the start, maybe things wouldn’t have gone down like they did. I also probably wouldn’t have met Paisley. Is everything that’s happened from then to now worth it? If I could go back and eliminate Braelyn from our lives before I met Paisley, would I? I don’t fucking know. Things are the way they are. I made a lot of mistakes. Mistakes that hurt the ones around me.

  But this fucked up chain reaction also gave me Paisley. I don’t know about any of the rest, but I can’t say I’m sorry about that part. I’m not. She’s changed everything I want to be.

  For her. For me. For us.

  “Burke?”

  “Huh?”

  “Are you okay?”

  I slowly turn around and face the object of my lost thoughts. It’s hard not to get lost in Paisley’s strength and beauty. And, tonight, after we shoot some rounds, I want to get lost between her thighs. In every way imaginable.

  “I’m okay. I was just thinking. Here, watch the target,” I warn Paisley.

  Then, I take aim and shoot. The noise sends vibrations through my body. The heat of the gun amps up my adrenaline. Bullets litter a nearby tree. My blood is pumping through my veins at an accelerated speed, and I keep pulling the trigger until the chamber is empty.

  “Any questions?”

  “That’s a pretty sexy look on you when the gun isn’t aimed at me.”

  “You dirty, dirty girl. Were you even paying attention? You were supposed to be watching and learning.”

  “Oh, I definitely couldn’t take my eyes off you.” She smirks and twirls a long piece of her hair around her finger. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth again, but this time, it’s not because she’s nervous.

  She’s going to kill me. I want to stalk over to her, shove her pants down to her ankles, and drive into her right here in this field. I want to pick her up and fuck her with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. The chances of us being alone out here are not good, and I’m not giving some creepy stalker freak a free show. Paisley’s body and her sexy moans are for me and me alone.

  “Focus, woman. I’m here to teach you how to shoot.”

  “You are, and you will, but currently, I’m distracted by my sexy man. I’m hot for my teacher, Mr. Hensley. Come teach me a lesson.”

  Paisley moves to lift her shirt over her head, and my eyes bug out of my head. Not only because she’s about to fucking take her shirt off, but also because it’s just a really bad idea.

  I race toward her and stop her movement before the shirt completely leaves her skin. I pull the fabric back down and whisper a warning into her ear, “We have to put a pause on any more public acts of indecency. I don’t know who’s watching us, and I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s ours. Paisley, we’re most likely not alone out here.”

  Her mouth opens, and her eyes go wide. Paisley looks embarrassed and then pissed. Anger transforms her features. She’s not happy that people might have seen our private moments. I shouldn’t have let things go so far that night on the beach.

  “These people are scum. I hate that these awful people are so much a part of our lives. We’re like chess pieces on a board to them. Teagan’s still laid up in bed! I should be able to enjoy every second I’m with you, but these people have infected everything. I hate it, Burke. We need to end this bullshit.” Her words are laced with harshness.

  “We’ll figure it out. They won’t win. I’ll take down any and every fucking piece of scum standing in the way of your happiness, our happiness. I promise you, Paisley.”

  After reloading, I carefully hold out the gun for her. Before she takes hold, she leans in for a brief kiss. This public display will have to do.

  She’s uneasy at first, and I help her aim and balance against the kickback for the first couple of shots, but after that, she does it on her own. By the end, her aim has significantly improved, and I’d say she’s pretty confident in her general use of the weapon.

  When the sun sinks down and we are out of bullets, I holster my gun and take Paisley’s hand. She looks much more relaxed now and has a bit of bounce in her step. We still have to make sure Braelyn is secured, but it’s definitely time for us to head home.

  I want to fall asleep tonight after being so drained from having my way with Paisley that the stress of today seems like a distant memory. I want my face between her legs until her taste drugs me stupid. I want to slide in and out of her wet pussy for hours.

  Slow. Fast. Hard. Soft.

  I want everything with her. I want to hear her moan like no one is watching. I can’t wait for all the dirty things I plan to do to her.

  Paisley

  “Are you watching me sleep?” I ask through a yawn.

  “Yes.”

  “Why? I can’t sleep while you do that, and I want to keep sleeping.”

  “I need to tell you something.” Burke admits.

  I sit up and scoot myself back against the headboard. I won’t miss the suspense when all this drama is gone from our lives. Constantly waiting on edge for the next shoe to drop is exhausting. He has my full attention. The tightening in my stomach rises up through my throat while I search his eyes for answers.

  “What happened?”

  He doesn’t seem distraught. Maybe whatever he has to tell me won’t be so bad. If he’d spit it out already, then I could stop playing this damn guessing game. His eyes remain on mine while he sits up in bed next to me and takes my hand in his. Goose bumps travel from the tips of my fingers to up and down the spine of my back, which causes me to shiver. Whatever he’s about to tell me isn’t about the monsters lurking in our present. That’s obvious from the way he’s looking at me and the strength of his touch on my skin.

  “I love you, Paisley.”

  My mouth goes dry. My tongue is a heavy obstruction to airflow. For all the things to come out of his mouth this morning, that was the last thing I expected. There isn’t a doubt in my mind about the way I feel about him. I wasn’t prepared to hear those beautiful words fall from his mouth this morning, especially even before having my coffee, but I craved it.

  “Paisley, I love you. I’m sure you’re not ready to say those words back since I’ve only just started to win your trust, but I couldn’t wait any longer to tell you. There’s so much bullshit going on in our lives, but I’m sure of this. I didn’t want to go another day without you knowing that I love you.”

  This is happening. This is really fucking happening.

  “I knew I loved you since before all the misunderstanding at the farmhouse. I think I fell in love with you the second I saw you dancing like an idiot with my sister in my kitchen, but my mind took a little while to catch up to my heart. I love you. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that I’m worthy enough of being the man who gets to love you.”

  He’s so wrong. He couldn’t be more wrong. He has nothing to prove. I pulled away from him because of my own insecurities and
fears, not because he didn’t deserve to stand by my side. He’s worthy, more than worthy. We’re stronger together than we ever could be apart. It took a persuasive hand from Burke for that message to sink in, but now, I wonder how I could’ve ever doubted us.

  Pulled by my emotions, I lean in to taste his mouth. His words are sublime. I couldn’t have asked for a better declaration from his lips. My lips on his. Our tongues tangled. My hands on his skin. Our hearts beating together at a powerful pace. Each of these things brings me courage to form my response. He infuses me with strength and certainty concerning our connection. Burke isn’t the type of guy you call your boyfriend. He’s probably never been on a traditional date in his life. Those words mean something to him. Him giving them to me is a promise. Not one he makes lightly.

  “You’re wrong. You’re more deserving of me than you’ll ever know. You make me feel safe, wanted, and cared for. You fought for us even when I didn’t. Nothing stood a chance against your determination. You have nothing to prove to me because I know you’ll continue to be the man worthy of every ounce of emotion we’ll share. I love you, Burke. Every heart-stopping and frustrating thing about you.”

  My back hits the sheets, and his fingers sink into my hair. I swear, he does it to hide the shaking in his hands as much as he does it to get closer to me. The air in the room thickens. My need for him is strong. Limbs tangle together. The bedsheet twists in my grip. Our bodies become a voracious maze of flesh and limbs. Emotions rage unbridled between us. Every touch. Every kiss and nip is like a jolt to my heart. This is more out of this world than anything I could’ve dreamed up. This blip in time is ours. Unblemished and uninhibited.

  Burke kisses me with love and appreciation. His fingers grasp my hair while his teeth tug on my bottom lip. My touch lingers on his chest before dipping down to his waist. He hisses as my nails rake his flesh. I buck against him, greedy for the feel of him inside me. There will be no gentle teasing or infuriating prolonging today. I’m needy and ready to explode. His hand drops between my legs.

  “I’m wet. I’m always wet for you. Your words. Your smug face. The way you care. Your sexy abs. Your incredible ass. The way you make my heart beat. All of it.” His other hand moves up and down the length of his cock while I spout erotic words his way, confessing my intense craving for him. My honest, dirty words pull him to me. “Everything about you turns me on like nothing has before. I don’t need a warm-up, Burke. I need you to take me, to love me. Slow. Fast. Hard. Soft. I need you inside me, like ten minutes ago. Fuck me. Love me. Take me. Give yourself to me. I want it all.”

  Fire explodes in his eyes. His weight covers me while he lines himself up with my pussy. The muscles in his neck strain while he rubs his dick against my wet opening. Slowly, in a motion that flips my world upside down, he sinks inside. Sliding until his pelvic bone hits my clit. We stay motionless for an exaggerated period of time. Enjoying the fierce charge from one another. Capturing this memory forever. Loving one another.

  His head descends until his lips touch the skin of my neck. His tongue snakes out and wets my skin from the crease of my shoulder to the lobe of my ear. His teeth bear down on the tender flesh right before he whispers, “I love you.”

  The heat of his words against my skin shoots a ravenous sensation through my veins. My breathing labors, and my heartbeat doubles. His fingers lace with mine while he brings his eyes back to mine. His lips hover a breath from mine. He steals my air while breathing life back into me.

  He moves with slow, easy strokes. We’re not rushed. We have all the time in the world, a lifetime. Together. The roll of his hips. His touch. The way he’s looking at me. Everything about this drives passion into my soul. He makes me both numb and alive at the same time. My brain shuts off while my heart bursts. I’m responsive to every movement he makes, each whisper of adoration.

  He tilts my hips and hits further than I think anyone has ever been inside me before.

  “Fuck. Oh, Burke. Yes!”

  The drag of his cock awakens my G-spot. He hits the spot over and over again with each push in and every pull out. My toes curl, and my hands hold on to his shoulders while he fucks me slow with tender thoroughness. Every drive of his hips is meticulous. He fills me in a deep way that causes a flood of heat between my legs.

  His fingers dip between us, and my eyes follow their descent. Together, we watch every deep thrust and each slow slide out. The sight, the view of him pushing in and out, has me panting and moaning. Sounds like I never thought leave my lips. I’m fixated on the display, on my arousal coating his cock, the way his fingers dance against my clit, and the fluid way he rocks into me. My eyes cross, and I swear, my sight blurs from the onslaught of visionary delight.

  My nails break the skin of his shoulder. My teeth bite down on my bottom lip until I taste blood. The tingly sensation courses through my body. My back arches. Sweat coats my skin. Burke gives me a punishing kiss. It’s messy, open-mouthed, and brutal. His tongue thrashes against mine as he speeds up the pace of his hips. His hands grip my hips with rough firmness. He pulls back at the peak of my fevered high. I gasp for air, at a loss. His eyes stare into mine like an open book.

  “Say it.”

  “I-I-I—” My breath catches as my orgasm hits me. The formation of the three simple words he wants is nearly impossible while I ride this overwhelming high.

  His eyes command compliance. His increasingly powerful thrusts dictate I fulfill his wishes. His eyes beg while his body demands from me. I want to tell him. Over and over again.

  “Damn it, Paisley. Say it for me, baby. Scream it while I make you come.”

  Fuck, I can’t deny him.

  “I love you.” The words tumble out like one. “I love you.”

  His hips make contact with mine with each utterance.

  “I love you.” My body trembles and falls apart. “I love you!” I say it over and over again while he drives me over the edge. I mumble it incoherently at times but manage to scream it out as loud as my lungs will allow. The three words are like a worshipped praise for every quiver and tingle taking over my body. I come—hard. Like a raving madwoman, I scream my affection for Burke. He falls over the edge with me when I tightly clench around him. He groans with deep, masculine appreciation as he comes with a strong force.

  He collapses on top of me, and it’s a welcome weight. “Fuck, I love you Paisley.”

  My legs wrap around him. He’s still inside me, but he can never be close enough.

  “Fuck, I love you, too, Burke.”

  He laughs at my mimic of his declaration, and we lie in contentment with one another for a while. I couldn’t have asked for a better moment in time to have heard the words I love you for the first time ever, from anyone. The words coming from Burke is icing on the cake.

  I sigh and snuggle tighter into his hold on me as he rolls to his side.

  “I’m an asshole.”

  My lips sputter, and a lazy laugh leaves my mouth. “That’s not what I expected the next words out of your mouth to be. Not in the least.”

  Burke frowns, and I get nervous.

  “I have to go. I have an appointment with the PI. I shouldn’t have picked this moment to tell you I love you, not when I can’t stick around. But I couldn’t hold the words in any longer and—”

  I cut his words off with a kiss. There’s a lot going on besides our proclamations and lazy morning lovemaking. I won’t hold his leaving against him in the least. He’ll come back, and we’ll have many more mornings and nights together. Conniving wrongdoers aren’t going to put their plans on hold because Burke told me he loves me. Besides, I have a plan, and I need to iron out the details before I present my new idea to this man who’s currently kissing me raw.

  “Go. I don’t need any explanations. I’ll see you when you get back.”

  He rises from the bed, and I have to force myself not to reach for him and pull him back. The bed feels too big and empty while he throws on some clothes.

  “Do me a
favor?”

  I raise my chin in acknowledgment to his request.

  “While I’m gone, try to get Teagan up and out of her room for a little bit. She’s strong enough to move around some. Have Kai help her down the stairs, just in case. I’m worried about her. She hasn’t wanted to talk, and she has a lot weighing on her shoulders. Maybe you’ll have better luck getting her to open up a little.”

  “I will.”

  Teagan’s been through a lot. I heard the screams myself to know they put her through hell. Plus, she’s been stuck in a bed since. That can’t be helping her to move on from what happened to her.

  “Oh, and, Paisley?” He pauses. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  I come up empty on my search for Kai, but he has to be here. There is no way he and Burke left us alone in the house. They’re scrupulous about always making sure at least one of them is with us at all times—understandable but almost annoyingly so.

  I find myself looking over my shoulder in paranoia while I creep down the hallway toward Teagan’s room, which is the only place I haven’t looked for Kai yet. I keep waiting to hear their voices, but the sound doesn’t come. My nervousness gets to me as I tiptoe down the hall. Her door comes into view, and it’s cracked open, but I don’t hear anything. My fear has me pushing against the door without knocking.

  My mouth hangs open. I should turn around and leave, but I’m stuck, rooted to the floor. I need to look away, but I can’t. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be seeing this. Absolutely fucking not. I continue to stare like a lunatic. What the hell is going on?

  Kai’s kissing Teagan. Full-on, all out. His tongue is totally in her mouth. His hand is resting against her throat while hers is holding on to the front of his shirt. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. The connection between Kai and Teagan is blatantly obvious to everyone, except maybe Burke.