Page 68 of Chasing Shadows
His hands drop to my waist, and he lifts me slightly before thrusting into me, over and over. He possesses my entire body, and I can no longer deny that this man owns me completely– heart and soul.
Harley sucks on my bottom lip as his movements become jerky. “Come with me, Kitten.” His fingers find my clit, and a few strokes later, I’m detonating, crying out as mypussy clenches down on his cock. He thrusts into me twice more, before his movements still, and I feel him pulsing inside me. I roll my hips, and he groans, biting down on my shoulder as I ride out my orgasm.
Harley reaches up and unties my shirt from around my head, and I blink the bright spots from my vision. His arms band around my middle, holding me to him, and he presses his lips to the nape of my neck.
“Are you okay?”
I sink back into him, revelling in the feel of his fingers stroking my skin softly. “Mmhmm. That was…” I press my palm to my forehead. “I had no idea sex could be so…” I search for the right word–intense, mind-blowing, overwhelming, all of the above.
He chuckles when I fail to come up with the right word to describe what we just did. “Incredibly satisfying?”
I twist in his arms so I can shut him up with an all-consuming kiss, pouring everything I’m feeling right this second into it. I’m lost in the feel of his mouth against mine when his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket. I try to pull away, but his hand tangles in my hair, locking me in place.
His phone has barely stopped ringing when it starts again. He groans, keeping his lips locked on mine as he slips it out of his pocket, his pants still sitting around his knees. Seeing Tom’s name on the screen makes my blood go cold, and I scramble off Harley’s lap, wincing slightly as his half-hard dick slides out of my thoroughly satiated pussy.
“Tom,” Harley barks into the phone as he pulls his pants up. I search for my clothes. “What’s going on? Is it Dad?” Ishimmy into my underwear, pulling my leggings up over my shaking thighs as Harley’s face pales. “I’ll be right there.”
He hangs up the phone and drops his head. Still topless, I step into him, tilting his chin up so he’s looking at me. Unshed tears shine in his piercing blue eyes, and I feel my heart crack. “Talk to me, Herc. What’s going on?”
“Tom’s in trouble.”
THIRTY-FOUR
HARLEY
MY BODY TENSES as I pull my Ducati up out the front of Breed’s Body Works. The garage is locked up tight, but there’s a light peeking through the closed blinds of the office. I push down my fear as I kick down the stand on my bike and remove my helmet.
Lily had begged me to call the police, to let them handle it, but I wasn’t going to risk my brother going back to prison. Whatever he’s got himself into, he doesn’t deserve that. As hard as it was to leave her, I have to do whatever I can to help him.
The gravel crunches beneath my feet as I make my way towards the office. My heart races as I glance around the cars sitting out on the lot, checking for any lookouts or potential threats. Finding none, I blow out a deep breath as I reach for the handle. Half expecting it to be locked, I exhale as the handle turns and I push open the door.
My blood runs cold at the sight in front of me. Tom issitting in the office chair, a chain wrapped around his neck and a gun pressed against his temple. My fists clench as my eyes lift to the muscle standing behind him before a small chuckle directs my gaze to the man leaning up against the wall to my right.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demand, surprised that my voice is calm despite the fear washing over me.
“Close the door.” He raises a gun with a steady hand, and I swallow hard, doing what he says.
“What have you done?” I direct my question to Tom, but the man in charge doesn’t like that, and with a nod from him, the goon behind my brother pulls the chain tighter around his neck. His eyes go wide as he chokes and splutters, and it’s then that I realise his hands are cable tied to the chair.
Fuck.
I raise my hands in the air, turning my attention back to the man. “What do you want?”
“My money.”
Double fuck.
“How much?”
“Fifty k.”
Holy mother fucking Christ on a cracker.
There’s movement in my peripheral, and I risk a glance over at Tom only to see his legs lashing out as his face turns blue. I take a step towards him, but the sound of the safety of the gun clicking off causes me to freeze.
“We don’t have that sort of money,” I choke out. “Please, just let him go. We’ll work something out.”
He nods, and his lackey loosens his hold on the chain. Tom gasps in a lungful of air. “Fight,” he wheezes out, and I narrow my eyes in confusion. These two fuckers have guns, and he’s expecting me to fight them? Clearly the lack of oxygen to his brain has short-circuited something. I didn’t even bring a knife to this gunfight.