The Shadows in the Hills: Triple Threat

Chapter Twenty Seven

When we got to the hotel, Brodie made himself scarce. I had no idea where he had gone and I wasn't sure I cared. I concentrated on the juggling act of getting the babies ready for bed. Looking at them brought thoughts of my mother to the front of my mind. I hadn't really considered what it would be like seeing her again. Having the triplets only made it harder for me to understand how she could do what she did to me. I could never imagine creating such a web of lies to hide things from my children.

It only made me realise how much she had hurt me by her actions. I wasn't sure I could ever forgive her for it. I was certain that nothing would ever quite be the same between us. If I hadn't found out, I would have been excited about introducing her to her grandchildren, but instead I wasn't sure I wanted her anywhere near them. I already felt like I was failing them enough without anything else.

After all, they had no actual home. They didn't have much of anything. The sooner we got settled in, the better. I just felt so trapped. It wasn't like I had any way to provide for them. University was no longer an option, not that it mattered because they would have kicked me off my course long ago. I had no job, education or home and three babies relying on me to get my s**t together.

I needed to get out of my own head. Hoping a quick shower would do the job. Turning the shower on as hot as it would go. Slipping underneath the stream and letting the heat ease the tension that had built up in my body. I could feel it in my shoulders. I heard the door to the room open just as I was coming to the realisation that the shower wasn't going to solve any of my problems.

I could feel the heat from Brodie, it was hotter than usual and forced me to turn towards him. He was standing in the doorway, watching me. "Can I help you?"

"God, I hope so." It all happened so fast. He kicked his trainers off at the same time as he dragged his top over his head. I knew what he was thinking without having to read his mind. I wanted to refuse him, but I couldn't. For the first time in our relationship, I felt that bond between us and its power over me. His desire infected me, making me want to give into him. As he grabbed for me, he wasn't asking for permission, but I was giving it anyway.

His hand sliding up my back felt like electric. It had been too long since I had felt him on my skin. I yielded to him completely, melting into him. His lips trailed down my neck, coming to rest in the crook of my shoulder. I felt all of the stress induced tension ease from my body, only to be replaced with another kind of tension.

Every touch was meant to lower my resolve and drive me crazy. Like feathers brushing over my skin as he ran his fingers up and down my side. He was deliberately taking his time and I knew there was a motive behind it. I wanted him so badly that it hurt. I tried to move to kiss him, to devour him, but he stopped me. Using his free hand to pin my neck against the tiles. The warm droplets rushing over my chest and caressing my n*****s. "Tell me that you love me," his voice was calm, deep and menacing as he spoke. "Make me believe you."

He hoisted me into the air before I had a chance to respond. His hard c**k grazing along my opening and leaving me breathless with desperation. "I wish I could go back to when I was your secret. Back to being your prisoner, locked in the cabin as your personal toy. Without you I felt like half a person, incomplete."

"You need to feel complete. I feel it too. As though my only need in life is to be sunk deep inside of you. Connected intimately in a way only you and I can be." His arms moved me again so his c**k threatened to take me. I waited for that second when it broke through, but it never came.

"Brodie, please."

"You never said it."

"I love you." His c**k slid where it belonged as though he was rewarding me. If that was my reward, I would have to be good more often. All his self-control was gone. The force of his movements forced me to dig my fingers into the flesh of his upper back. For the first time in months, I felt like I was where I was supposed to be, that I was home at long last.

All concept of time left me as we made up for lost time. All I could concentrate on was him and everything he was doing to me. He always managed to make me react to him and each time it seemed like it was more intense than the last. By the time he laid me on the bed, I was exhausted. All the emotions and passion had taken every drop of energy out of me. "You're back where you belong."

"And where's that, Brodie?"

"In my bed and if I have anything to say about it, that's where you will stay."