Hanged (Savage Men 5)

Fuck.

I rush out of the store, pulling up my zipper to hide at least my mouth inside my jacket. It’s not much, but it’ll have to do. I should buy a cap and sunglasses … and maybe a wig too.

I didn’t think they’d still be running my story after all this time, but I guess an escape never goes unnoticed. I don’t have any plans to get caught, though, so I quickly get inside my truck and slam the door shut, then start the engine.

One thing’s for sure, though; that woman recognized my face from that photo.

Here’s to hoping I won’t ever see her again because I’m pretty sure she’s going to call the cops.

I gotta be careful, especially around these parts, and especially after she called the cops on me at the farm. She surprised me with that one. Then again … of course that’s what she’d do, knowing what I did.

My soul is stained, and I live with the consequences every day. I can’t ever forget that even though I’d like to sometimes. You never know who’s your friend and who’s your foe when you’re someone like me.

A fugitive who’s escaped prison.

So after throwing a final dirty glance at the old lady still staring me down from inside the store, I hit the gas and drive off. Another place I can cross off my list as safe.

* * *

Lillian

The light of the moon guides me across my yard to the barn. I slide open the wooden doors and walk inside on bare feet. The hay feels warm under my toes as I turn on the small light to my left, illuminating the barn.

In the middle on a bale of hay sits a man.

It’s him. In the flesh. And he’s completely naked.

I try to swallow, but my throat feels clamped shut. Still, my heart can’t help flutter.

“You came,” he says, lifting himself up. He stands tall. Proud. Wide-legged. Unafraid to show what he’s got to offer, and boy, is it a lot.

Jesus. My mind is trailing off fast.

My eyes try to avoid the dick dangling between his legs, but it’s difficult not to look as he’s approaching me. Hard not to look at his hard-on.

“I’ve waited so long,” he says, his voice sultry, thick with desire.

I lick my lips at the sight of his rippling muscles and v-line as he traps me against the wooden door. I hold my breath as he leans in and takes a whiff of my scent. His musky, testosterone-laden smell fills my nostrils and makes me feel dizzy with lust.

God, what I wouldn’t give for that man to touch me. To have a taste and not feel guilty.

A coarse hand slides through my hair and down my neck to my chest. He’s barely avoiding my breasts as if he’s tempted but not quite convinced he should.

“I missed you,” he says, and an arrogant smile follows.

Three words that completely undo me.

My lips part, but I can’t get the words out of my mouth. I don’t know what to say, so I opt for nothing at all. His smile is infectious even when it shouldn’t be.

He shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t do this. It’s wrong. Forbidden.

Yet I need to. I must.

After all this time, I need to know.

So when he leans in to plant his lips on mine, I don’t back away. I don’t fight him off. I let him kiss me. I let him touch me, grab me by the waist, and shove me against the door. The wood pokes my skin just like his length as he nudges up against me, making me feel how badly he wants me.

I can hear it in his groans.

Feel it in the way he gropes my ass.

Licks my tongue.

Fuck. Me.

Suddenly, my eyes burst open, and I’m no longer in the old barn under the dirty light. I’m in my bed with my sheets completely soaked.

And my clit is thumping.

Fuck.

Now I feel even filthier than I felt in my dreams.

The morning sun greets me, reminding me of my duty. My reality.

I sigh and throw the blankets off, yawning with annoyance. Time to take a really long cold shower.

Chapter Three

Lillian

While Daisy holds the cart in place, I open the back of the car and load the groceries inside. It’s way too hot to stay out this long, and we still need to bake the cookies for her school project tomorrow, so I have no time to waste. Plus, she still needs her meds, and I left them back at home, so we’re in a hurry.

However, Daisy wants to bring the cart back on her own, which I promised her she could do last time, so I guess we’ll take a bit longer today. She wants to grow up so fast. I wish I could explain to her how wonderful it is to be young. You lose that part of your life so quickly, and it’s always after the fact that you realize how much fun it was not to have to worry about anything.