Chapter 18 Everly
EVERLY
I went into the bedroom I was occupying and found my jeans slung over the side of the bed.
I pulled them on quickly and put my hair up in a hair tie, then I went to go find Grave.
I didn’t like this. Not a single bit of it.
It was like these men didn’t learn from anything.
But there was nothing I could do about the predicament I was in and the only person I felt I could trust was doing everything in his power to make sure I could defend myself while he was gone.
So, I headed outside and found him waiting for me.
“Shooting a gun isn’t hard. It’s the aiming that’s hard,” Grave said.
“Figured as much.”
“Come here. I’ll show you how to aim properly, then we’ll see how you do with your first few shots.”
At first, Grave told me not to close my eyes.
But then we found that I was actually more accurate with one eye closed.
He showed me how to recalculate based on my eye being shut, and before I knew it was I hitting the trunk of a tree in pretty much the same place each time.
The adrenaline coursing through my veins set my skin on fire.
With each round that popped off and jerked my shoulders back, I smiled.
It made me feel powerful. Strong. Each bullet I delivered that hit the mark I wanted it to filled me with a sense of renewed confidence.
I was trembling with excitement by the time Grave was done with his lesson.
“That was really good. You sure you’ve never shot a gun before?” he asked.
“I’m sure,” I said breathlessly.
“Don’t worry,” he said with a chuckle. “The adrenaline jolt will wear off as you get used to it.”
“I don’t want it to,” I said.
His eyes panned over to me and I swallowed thickly.
My mind was spinning. My hands were trembling.
My legs felt weak and my mind felt strong.
I could do it. I could shoot a gun and defend myself when Grave left.
And it was the greatest gift he could’ve given me.
I had a crowbar the first time, but if those fuckers came back I’d have a bullet with their fucking face on it.
I launched myself at Grave and crashed our lips together, desperate to rid myself of some of this energy.
He froze for a second, but the second my hands fisted his hair his arms were around my body.
I wrapped my legs around him and he walked me to the side of the house, then pressed my body against it.
My hands were clawing at him. Desperate to remove the layers between us.
He ripped my shirt over my head and let his face fall to my tits, sucking and biting and nipping until I was covered in marks from him.
I bit down into his bare shoulder and felt his muscles twitch against my teeth.
His hand fisted my hair and brought my face back to his before our lips crashed together again.
I felt them swelling against his. I felt his teeth sliding across my lower lip.
His cock was raging. Pulsing against my thigh as he stumbled back from the cabin.
We both tumbled to the ground and I rolled him over, straddling his thick dick.
I slid him into me effortlessly and my hands came down onto his chest.
Without a word exchanged between us, I bounced upon his hips.
Ground myself onto his cock until it touched parts of me that made me quiver.
My nails dug into his barreled chest as his hands guided my motions.
Rocking me and steadying me as I took what I wanted.
My tits bounced and his cock throbbed. Our eyes connected and I could see his lust for me raging.
He bolted upright and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him as our lips connected.
Our tongues danced and our bodies rolled.
My pussy dripped juices onto his skin as his cock throbbed against my walls.
Adrenaline was rushing through my veins.
Pooling in the pit of my gut. Every part of me was hot with ecstasy as my knees planted into the soft soil of the forest. The wind whipped through the trees, rustling their leaves. Like the earth was cheering us on.
I breathed his air and he breathed mine, and the two of us moved with grace and fluidity as we chased our highs.
“Grave. Yes.”
“Fuck, Everly. Take what you want. I’m here for you. All of you.”
My hands curled into the tresses of his hair and I peppered his skin with kisses.
His shoulders. His neck. His cheek. His ears.
I kissed all of him I could touch as his hands slid up my back.
I pulled his face into my tits and felt him pull a nipple between his teeth.
My toes curled and my clit raked against his pelvis.
I was losing control of myself for the first time in years.
I rocked against him, moaning his name wildly without a care in the world as to who heard us.
Then I fell over the edge with nothing but his name dripping from my lips.
“Grave. Grave. Grave. Yes. Oh fuck. Your cock. Your body. Holy shit. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. More. Give me more. Please.”
His hands gripped my hips and physically rose me up.
Over and over again, he slammed me down onto his cock.
Fucking himself with my body as he grunted into my tits.
His thighs were covered in me as it splattered across both of our bodies.
I hung on for dear life, my head lobbed back as I looked up at the dark sky above us.
“Everly. Shit.”
And that was all it took.
His body fell over the edge as his cock sheathed itself into my pussy.
He pumped deeply into me, until his cum was dripping from between my legs.
I fell against him, trembling and sighing as the world around me spun.
His hand fisted my hair as his arm wrapped around me, and he held me as close as he could until both of us had recuperated.
Caught our breath.
Stopped our worlds from tilting in on itself.
My face fell to the crook of his neck and he picked me up into his arms. I don’t know how the hell he got off the ground while holding me, but I was thankful he could.
Our juices were dripping from my thighs as he carried me back into the cabin, making his way for the bathroom.
He sat me in the bath and began running the water until I was sighing with content at the warmth surrounding my body.
“I’m going to leave my gun on the kitchen counter. Get it once you get out of the bath. I won’t be gone any longer than an hour, but I’m shooting for forty-five minutes.”
I nodded as a sigh left my lips.
“Are you okay?” Grave asked.
I panned my gaze over to his before my hand reached up to cup his cheek.
“Please hurry back,” I said. “I want out of here.”
He turned his head to kiss the palm of my hand before he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
I sank into the hot water as it washed me of the grass and dirt I had collected on my naked body outside.
I watched Grave get up and stand at the sink, his hands making quick work of washing himself down.
I wanted him to get in the bath with me.
To take a shower with me. To not fucking leave me behind this time.
But I knew I didn’t have a choice. If we wanted the I.D. ’s, he had to go alone.
He walked back outside with clean water dripping from his body and came back with our clothes in his hands.
He pulled everything on his body and I began to panic.
He was closer to leaving me, which meant I was closer to be vulnerable again.
He took one last look at me before he held up the gun, then he cocked it and set it on the kitchen counter.
“Forty five minutes,” he said.
Then he headed out the door he had managed to fix and shut it roughly behind him.
I sat there in the bathtub and tried to let my worries drain away. I listened to the silence around me just before Grave started up his motorcycle. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound. How comforting it was for me to hear.
Then I listened as it pulled away from the cabin, leaving me behind for the second time in three days.
I wanted to be angry with him, but I didn't have the energy.
I wanted to run away, but I didn't have the means.
My car was still at his house, and for all I knew it had been ransacked as well.
Shot up with bullets like my own home had been.
I melted into the water and closed my eyes, willing this entire scenario to be over.
Willing myself to wake up from this nightmare and go into the kitchen and see my brother sitting there waiting for breakfast.
Willing him to not be a murderer.
Grave’s motorcycle melted off into the distance before the silence of the night settled onto my ears.
I suddenly didn’t feel safe being in the bathroom by myself.
I unplugged the tub and listened to the water drain as I stepped out and dried myself off.
I looked at the clothes that were on the living room floor and groaned.
Grave had my duffel bag with my things in it.
I picked them up and made my way back to my room. I knocked off the dirt and the grass as best as I could, then pulled them onto my body. I felt dirty again, but the clothes reminded me of my encounter with him outside.
Which reminded me of the rest of them.
I missed him already, and I knew that wasn’t good.
I didn’t simply want him around for protection, I wanted him around because I enjoyed his presence.
My love life wasn’t something I’d entertained in years, and all of a sudden I was fucking the brains out of some guy I was stuck in a cabin with.
I sat on the edge of my bed and ran my hands through my hair, removing the hair tie so it could fall into my face.
I untangled the knots with my fingers since I didn’t have my brush, and I looked over at my cell phone to clock the time.
He had until eleven thirty to get back here before I started to panic.
I threw my hair back and tried to think about something else. Anything else. Work. What I was going to do once I got back. The money I was obviously saving by not running my card anywhere because then people could track me down.
Fuck.
I was already on the run.
I sighed and flung myself back onto the bed. I grabbed my phone and opened up one of the books I had downloaded. I started flipping through the pages, my mind trying to immerse itself within the fantasy text pouring before me.
But I was worried about Grave, and the silence of the night was unnerving.
I shoved my phone into my pants pocket and curled up onto the mattress.
If I couldn't stand the silence and I couldn't read, then I was going to take a nap. That would easily pass the time. I’d wake up to Grave coming through the door, then the two of us would ride through the night to whatever destination he had planned for us.
Maybe he was taking me to Oregon. To watch the sun set over the water the next day.
Or maybe we were headed north. To a cabin in Canada.
Maybe we were East Coast bound and going to set up shop in Nashville.
Or Virginia Beach. Or in the mountains somewhere.
Real mountains.
I’d never seen them in person before.
I thought about the gun sitting on the kitchen counter.
How it was cocked and ready to be fired.
What kind of person was I turning into? I didn’t want to be like my brother.
I didn't want to be a killer. A taker of life. And yet, there I was, taking shooting points from a man I’d fucked purely for the sake of releasing the adrenaline building up in my body because I had shot a gun.
Hit my target.
Caused destruction.
It made me sick to think about and I was more convinced than ever that a nap was what I needed.
I didn’t need to think about that gun or the destruction Grave expected me to enact during his absence.
Hell, I didn’t even want to think about Grave’s absence.
It made me angry that he could leave me behind for a second time, even though I did understand why it was happening.
Sleep would do me some good.
Especially if I was going to be on the back of a damn bike all night.