Page 7 of Unchained

“I’ll tell you what. We’ll go hide out in the woods. If the cops don’t show up, we’ll know we can trust her. But if they do, we’ll have to make a run for it.”

As the hours tick on and the sound of police sirens never come, my mind starts to wonder if the girl was actually telling the truth. Though, I fail to comprehend why an innocent girl like her would want to help a convicted killer. Although, she did say that she was doing this for my sis and Kai.

Damn. Just thinking about the way she held her ground has my dick becoming a nuisance in my pants. Her pretty jaw was locked and her eyes met mine head-on, never crumbling to the fear I could see trembling through her shoulders. Her strength, not to mention her body, was sexy as hell. Those legs were meant to be wrapped around a man’s waist. And those curvy hips… They had my palms sweating, wishing I could grab on and take her for a ride. Fuck. If I don’t quit, I’m going to need to go relieve myself.

“Can we go inside now, Trevor? It’s obvious she didn’t run and call the cops or else they would’ve shown by now.”

I suppose she’s right, but the safety of my family is my number one priority. What if the cops are trying to come up with a plan so they can surround the place and ensure we can’t get away on foot? They could be taking their time to set up their trap.

When the sound of a car hits my ears, I pray my assumption isn’t accurate.

“Stay low and wait for my signal,” I tell them. “If you see me point toward the woods, you start running. Here, take my phone. If anything happens to me, you call Burbank. His number is programmed in under emergency.”

I hand it to her, then start moving in closer to the property, keeping myself tucked behind the trees as I get in view of the house. The sound of the car is getting closer. I finally spot it coming down the road. It looks like same white car from earlier. When it pulls into the driveway, I get a full view of the driver.

What the hell is she doing back? She parks her car and gets out. This time dressed in tight black leggings and a sweatshirt, looking even sexier than she did in that tight skirt she had on earlier. It’s been way too long since I’ve had the taste of a woman, and the one pulling things out of the trunk of her vehicle is tempting my hunger. Making my mouth water as I study her pretty face, wondering what the hell she’s doing.

She takes out a bunch of bags and then walks up to the porch and leaves them by the door. Then, she walks back to the trunk of her car and takes out a huge flat of bottled water. I move from behind the tree and close in on her as she takes it up the porch steps and puts it on the ground. I step up behind her as she raises back up to standing, my eyes having gotten fill of her firm rump. Fuck, my dick is hard.

“You should run, little girl. You’re too tempting for a man like me.” I’ve been deprived of a woman for over six years, and she smells like a sweet little treat. I only have so much willpower and it’s draining fast.

A shiver rocks through her shoulders and she slowly turns to face me. That jaw of hers is locked up tight again as she tilts her head back to meet my stare. “You don’t scare me. Besides, if you lay one finger on me, my brother will kill you.”

I bite back my smirk. The girl is brazen, I’ll give her that. All I’d have to do is brace my hand around her neck and she’d be at my mercy. Powerless and forced to take whatever I give her.

I press forward, leaning one hand against the doorframe behind her, caging her in and stealing every inch of her personal space. My hard dick is pressed firmly against her pelvis, wanting her to feel how swollen it is. When a shocked gasp hits my ears and the blush forms on her cheeks, I press my luck further. I run my finger down her cheek, sliding over her soft, pinkened skin. “I just laid a finger on you, princess. Where’s your brother now?”

Her eyes turn darker as I stare her down, waiting for her to put me in my place and tell me she doesn’t want a dirty convict’s hands touching her, but her pretty lips stay sealed tight. My cock takes her silence as a challenge, and I run my fingers lower, sliding down her neck and gliding over her plump breast. Her eyes never waver as I brush my thumb over her nipple. I find it interesting that she’s not trying to get away from me. But the best part is how her nipple is poking out proud, tightening to my touch, signaling that she’s visibly turned on. Her chest is now rising and falling at a hastened pace.

“That brother of yours still isn’t coming to save you,” I groan the words as I rub my thumb over her tight little nub, watching as her eyes begin to grow heavy. “But I’m beginning to think you don’t want to be saved. Your body is telling me you want it.” I give the tight peak a tug, earning myself a soft moan from her ruby red lips. God, I’ve never heard such a sexy sound. It has me wanting more. It has me wanting to hear her scream my name as my fingers slide between her legs and I rub another swollen part of her.

“Trevor!” My sister’s voice breaks the heated spell that had cast between the two of us, and the girl in my arms stiffens, dousing my cock in ice-cold reality. I’m on the run from the law. The last thing I need to do is get caught with my pants down and my dick buried nine inches deep inside this woman. And I definitely don’t need her wrapped up in my shit with a target on her back.

“We were so worried,” Shayla says, stepping up onto the porch. I move away from Emberly and lean down to get the flat of water bottles, needing to conceal the hard bulge in my pants so I don’t give my nephew an eyeful and scar him for life. “Is everything okay?”

I push open the door as Emberly answers her.

“Everything is fine. I just wanted to bring you all some supplies. I brought some food, water, batteries, and flashlights. I also brought two blow-up mattresses, which I need to grab from my trunk, and some sheets and pillows.”

I put the water down, and turn and walk back out the door, following the sexy temptation to the back of her car.

“You need to keep away,” I state, taking out the two boxes. She grabs the last few bags and then shuts her trunk.

“All you need to do is say thank you.” She stomps off toward the house and I’m left shaking my head. Don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like her. Her backbone is about as strong as mine, and she’s right. It was kind of her to bring all this stuff by. This will get us through a few days, and none of us will have to risk being seen in public.

That’s another reason why I need to keep my hands to myself. The girl is too good for the likes of me. And if I allow myself a taste, she’ll end up as my hostage, which is another crime I don’t need added to my rap sheet.

CHAPTER 7

Emberly

Iignore my rattled nerves and place the bag on the counter. My mind is still in shock from that little encounter outside. My thoughts are reeling. I shouldn’t have let him touch me. I should’ve sprayed my mace in his face, but the fight never crossed my mind. I let him take what he wanted, was practically begging for him to pinch me harder. God, how pathetic can I be? He’s a wanted killer.

My brother would flip his ever-loving shit if he knew what I did. He’s out right now on the hunt for this man, searching tirelessly for clues, and here I stand in this house harboring said prisoner. I think I’ve finally lost my mind. I should’ve stayed away. I should never have come back. But all afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about the woman and her son, and how I needed to help them.

“Thank you.” The woman comes to the counter, her voice thick with emotion. Judging by the darkness around her eye, I’m guessing kindness has been absent in her life for a while. “You didn’t have to do this. But it is so appreciated. Please don’t take offense…” Her voice becomes a whisper. “But we stayed hidden out in the woods all day because Trevor was afraid you’d have a change of heart and turn us in. I didn’t think you would.” She smiles.

Her faith in me is too generous. My finger hovered over my brother’s number until I finally tucked my phone away and grabbed my car keys, driving to the store instead of the police station. But all I could think about was that sweet innocent boy being sent to a home. That’s certainly not an outcome I can live with.