“That fucking hurt, you asshole,” she answered.
Pulling his fingers out of her, he gave her five more smacks and flipped her over to sit on his lap.
“This isn’t even the beginning, little lamb. I know Master Evan wants to get home, or we would stay here and finish this.”
Rachel was so mad she sputtered and couldn’t say anything. Struggling, she tried to get loose, but Craig was having no part of it. When she finally found her words, it was not pretty. Somewhere in her head she knew she needed to shut up and shut up now. Her bottom was pleading with her, but she just kept digging herself deeper and deeper.
It took a while, but Craig finally got her calm enough to get dressed and talk reasonably to him.
“I’m so afraid that someone will get hurt,” she sobbed.
“Love, the safest place for you is with me. There are several of us at the club, all former military, and we will all protect you. If Kyle’s house wasn’t a fortress, Jenna would be staying at the club also. Let’s gather your things and go home.”
Still sobbing, Rachel nodded and helped him gather the few things she had. He wrapped his arm firmly around her and walked her out to the parking lot.
Evan was waiting in the truck, and Craig lifted her in. “Wait, my car!” Rachel cried.
“We’ll send someone for it tomorrow. You’re staying with me,” Craig told her firmly.
“But…” Rachel started to say, but one look from Craig and she wisely shut up. He was probably still counting her punishments.
He slid into the truck beside her and lifted one of her legs over his, opening her wide. Slipping his hand inside her jeans, he found her clit and played.
Eventually Rachel fell asleep, and when she woke, Craig was carrying her into the club. “We’re home?” she asked sleepily.
“Yes, love,” he answer
ed, still walking. He carried her into the suite and straight to the bedroom. What a F.U.B.A.R. night. Thank God everything had worked out.
Dave carried Rachel to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He quickly stripped the clothes off the still sleeping woman before stripping himself.
While he was undressing her, Rachel opened her eyes and smiled at him, then closed them again. She was home.
Craig slipped into the bed beside her and pulled her close. Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with everything that had happened. Tonight, he just wanted to cuddle with his woman.
Chapter Eighteen
After finishing his dinner, Mike Hawkins took the back way into the motel Rachel Greene was staying at. The bitch’s car was still in the parking lot, so he was confident that revenge was finally his. Going in the back door with the key the cunt at the front desk had thoughtfully provided, he snuck up the stairs to the bitch’s room.
Opening the door with the key, he slammed the door back and forcefully entered the room. Seeing nothing, he checked the small bathroom, and the place was empty. Where could the slut have gone? He waited over an hour, and when she didn’t return, he went down to the front desk to see if he could get any information from the cunt there. Maybe she could entertain him for a few days.
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Rachel woke the next morning with Craig enveloping her. He had both arms wrapped around her and one leg thrown over both of hers. She tried to get up without waking him, but his hold was so tight that there was no way.
Her squirming woke him, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. “And just where do you think you are going?” he asked huskily.
“Bathroom,” she answered.
Rolling out of bed and pulling her with him, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the room.
“I can walk to the bathroom by myself, Craig,” she told him.
“You aren’t going anywhere by yourself for a long, long time, little lamb. Get used to it.” He almost growled at her.
Knowing she was still in trouble from her escapades the night before, Rachel wisely didn’t make a comment. Though she thought several things, she knew better than to say them aloud.
Craig deposited her in the room and left her to do what she needed to. “I’ll be right outside the door,” he told her.