Page 27 of Time Bomb
“Maybe you should have mentioned this before we started fucking, so I could, at the very least, decide whether or not I wanted to be recorded for whatever fucking amusement you must have wanted to have later.” The hurt lingering in her voice keeps my feet rooted to the spot.
Taking a calming breath, I try to explain. “Philly, I have them on timers. They only record when I’m on shift.”
“Ha!” Storming towards me, she shoves me to the side and stomps downstairs. Like a lovesick fool, I follow after her. “Explain these, then.” Tossing some pictures on the counter, my eyes widen when I see her giving me a blow job, us in my bed, on the stairs on our way to the bedroom.
At the firehouse.
The restaurant.
But it’s the last one that guts me because I took that one.
“When did you get these?” I can’t stop staring at the last one; even my fucking dick twitches. It was a prideful moment for me. But someone got their hands on it.
“Two days ago,” she whispers, the wind taken out of her sails as she sags against the counter behind her.
“I didn’t take these.” Except the one. She’s going to fucking explode.
“This one.” Her dainty finger damn near puts a hole through the image as she stabs it. “That one is close. Someone had to be damn close to get it.”
Fuck. If she hated me before, she’s going to despise me now, but I need her to know I took this for my pleasure. “I took that one. When I was on my way out the door.”
“You WHAT!” she screeches, and I wince.
“You were fucking hot like this. I wanted to crawl back into bed and fuck you into oblivion, but I had to get to the firehouse. I took it because it was a long-as-hell shift, and I needed something of you.” Gazing down at the image, a fiery rage erupts in my veins. “I never thought anyone would ever be able to get it. My phone is locked up fucking tight, Philly. I don’t even lend it to people. I swear to God this was just for me.”
“Well, it isn’t now. And neither is any of the footage from your cameras. We’re everywhere now, Torque. A real-life amateur porno. The world is watching us.” Her tears spill over, and there’s nothing I want more than to wipe them away, hold her in my arms. Make everything better.
“What do you mean?” But I have a feeling I already know.
Tossing her phone to me, she says, “Turn it on. Check out just how fun things have been for me lately.”
As soon as I do, I see the emails, the texts, and the video links sent to her. Some from strangers, others from people she knows.
“Jesus Christ,” I bellow when I watch us in full display on one of the biggest amateur porn sites on the web. “Did you report this?” Because I’ll be damned if someone is going to get away with this.
“So more people can see me in the most intimate way possible?” Her head shakes, her body trembles, and I can tell she’s on the edge of complete collapse. “Please just leave, Torque. I can’t do this right now.”
That’s horridly apparent. I fucking hate it with every fiber of my being, but I know if I ever stand a chance of her forgiving me for the stupid cameras I never gave a second thought to, then I have to back off.
For a short time.
Until she feels like she’s in control again.
Safe again.
“I’ll go, Philly, for now, but this, us, we’re not over. You’re mine, and I’m yours. There’s nothing that’s going to stop that.” I don’t mention the fact that she could be carrying my baby right now. That would send her right over the fucking edge of the cliff she’s precariously perched on.
“Just leave me alone.” She turns her back on me, pressing her hands to the edge of the counter. Her grip turning whiter the longer I stay.
Fuck. I can’t leave her like this. Placing the images face-down on the counter, I stride up to her back, gripping her hair and spinning her around as I slam my lips over hers before she can protest. I need her taste in my mouth. Her body against mine. I’d like her under me, but this will have to do for now.
Sweeping my tongue past her lips, I devour her, tasting every inch I can get ahold of, and then I take more. I swallow down her cry of surprise. The moan of pleasure. And when her hands ball into compacted fists against my chest, I press her into the counter so she feels all of me too.
Ripping away from her before I say fuck it and bury my dick right where it belongs, I raise my hands as I back up. “I fucking love you, Philly. Have from the first time our lips touched. I’ll figure this shit out and bury this asshole so he can never hurt you again. But don’t think for one fucking minute that just because I’m not here at your side, I’m done with us. That’ll never happen.”
Tears spill over and cascade down her cheeks like a beautiful waterfall, and instead of kissing them away, I grab the pictures and turn, intending to find this asshole and end him. He’s done fucking with my girl.
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