“Bunny.” I breathe her name.
“I want this.” I open my eyes to look down at her. There is no fear there. The only thing I see is want and desire. “Make me yours.”
“You’re already mine.” I thrust forward a little, breaking through her innocence. I kiss her, wanting to swallow the pain. She clings to me, kissing me back. I feel her clench around me, her body begging for more. I pull back from the kiss.
“I am already yours.” She smiles up at me. No pain shows in her eyes. “You’re mine too.”
“Forever,” I agree. “All of you.” I thrust in and out of her, slowly at first. I let her body get used to me. She keeps on clinging to me. The harder I thrust, the more she moans.
“Jay. I think-” Her words trail off turning into a cry of pleasure as her pussy grips me. It's more than I can take. I let go, coming with her. Her body sucks me in, taking every last drop of my seed that I give it.
“Fuck,” I breathe. I can’t stop coming. I keep thrusting over and over. Her body tightens again, another orgasm coming from her. I roll with her, not wanting to detach myself from her. She sprawls out onto my chest. Both of our breathing is heavy. Her face goes to my neck.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you too,” I tell her. It isn’t too soon. If you ask me, I’d say it isn't soon enough. I’ve been on this earth too long without her already. I don’t plan on wasting another second with her not being mine in every way possible.16BunnyI stretch my legs, enjoying the small aches throughout my body. I feel well loved. Love. Did I tell him I loved him last night? I could have sworn he’d said it back too. It might have been a dream. I know I passed out on him at some point. I roll over to reach for him but his side of the bed is empty. Warm, but empty. I sit up, pulling the sheet around me. I see Jameson standing next to the side of the bed. The light of the moon spills into the room. A small gasp leaves me when I see the outline of a gun in his hand.
“Quiet, Bunny.” He leans over the bed, brushing his mouth against mine. “Stay in the house.” He hands me my phone.
“What’s going on?” I whisper as he steps away.
“My alarms outside have been tripped. Might be an animal. But I’m not taking any chances. Stay put. I need to know you’re safe.” I nod my head. I don’t want to, but his words from yesterday ring in my head. That it can be dangerous out here sometimes. If he tells me to do something then I need to do it without question. Afterwards, I can ask all the questions in the world. That he promised whatever he was telling me to do was for my own safety. I believed him. Thing is, I knew Jameson would risk himself for me and that scared the crap out of me. I grab his hand as he starts to move away from the bed.
“I love you,” I whisper. It might only be an animal but we both know it could be something else. Someone else.
“Love you too.” I let go of his hands as he slips quietly out of the room. I swallow the lump in my throat. Why had I never thought about what consequences of me coming out here could be for Jameson? That he could be in danger when it came to dealing with Michael? I was all too happy to come out here, to stay with Jameson, but I never thought about what would happen if Michael found out where I was. Me being here has definitely put Jameson, as well as his mom, in danger.
I grip my phone as I slip off the bed. I grab the robe that lays on the floor, wrapping it around me. I send PJ a quick text letting her know what’s going on. I feel so useless standing here waiting. All the air leaves my lungs when a loud bang fills the air. Then another. I take off out of the room, heading for the front door.
When I get to it, I stop with my hand on the doorknob, contemplating what I should do next. I look out the window that runs along the door to see Jameson standing there. His back is to me. Then I see Michael on the ground at his feet. He tries to get to his feet but Jameson leans down over him, hitting him in the head with his gun. Michael crumples back down to the ground.
I pull the door open. Jameson looks over his shoulder at me. “There!” I shout, pointing to the man coming toward us. He’s got a rifle of some kind slung over his shoulder. Jameson looks to where I’m pointing.