Page 28 of Hook

Sweat is dripping down my face and back. It feels like I'm sprinting, running for my life. Running towards the biggest goal I'll ever aim for.

I need it. Need to come.

"I'm going to come. Oh shit." I growl and hold onto her tighter.

That was the only warning I'm going to give. Bea doesn't complain or say anything besides a soft whisper of my name as I continue to pump into her.

My sack draws up tight against my body, and the pressure inside of me builds so much I feel like I'm about to be ripped in two.

That's exactly what I feel like I'm doing to Bea. I'm pounding into her so hard I'm surprised she's not tearing from the force of my thrusts.

My hips hurt from both the pressure and the power of the blows as I fuck her.

Time stops, and my eyes flash white as I feel the first explosion tearing out of my body and deep into her.

I know I should stop. I should pull out. But I can't; I'm too far gone.

"Bea, fuck!" I roar and throw my head back as I continue to let myself spill inside of her.

It feels like my orgasm goes on forever. Like I'm never going to stop.

Come squelches and drips out of her all the while I'm still pumping, getting the last drips out of my system.

When it's finally over, I can't breathe. I collapse forward onto her, and she lets me lay there for a few moments. There's no sound in the room apart from both of our wild breathing and the sound of the chain clinking against the metal hook.

As I lay against her back, I feel both of our hearts pounding in our bodies. What surprises me is the fact that they seem to be pounding at the same time. Like we're in sync.

This isn't part of the plan.

I wasn't supposed to start caring for her.

I take a step back before the haze of my post-orgasmic bliss starts making me feel things that shouldn't be happening this fast, with a woman I barely know at that.

Slowly, I pull out of her, and my spend rolls down her legs, some of it wasting on the floor beneath her.

I'm not concerned about any diseases, even if I should be, but what surprises me even more is I'm not even concerned with the fact that this one intense ride might have knocked her up.

Kids have never been in the cards for me; at least that's what I assumed. But now, just the thought of Bea walking around with a round belly and my child growing in her doesn't fill me with thedread I thought it might. I'd be okay if she turned out to be my baby mama. In fact, I think I might even enjoy it.

"Stop it!" I snap at myself in my mind. I can't think like that. Not now.

She's vulnerable and on the run. Having a child should be the furthest thing from my mind.

Bea moans and lets her head fall to the side as she stands up straight. Her hands are still tied with the chains above her head.

I lift my pants and tuck myself in before I walk up behind her and grab hold of her hair. I yank back, causing her to gasp and her eyes to fly open in shock.

"This is the last I want to hear about you running back to Lance. That understood?" I snap at her.

"Yes, I'll stay. I promise I'll stay." She nods her head.

I press a soft kiss to her cheek. It's more tender than I normally am, but I don't want her to think I'm upset with her or anything like that. Not after what we've just done.

It's true that I don't want her to go running off to Lance, but more than that, I want her to trust me to take care of her.

When all this started, I didn't, but now there's no way I'm going to let her deal with this on her own.

I know what lies ahead if things go bad with her ex. There's a strong possibility that I'll have to take him out. I'm going to have to kill Lance in order to get him to leave Bea alone. With the show of force he sent to my tow yard tonight, I know he's not the type to give up.