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look into
his eyes. With my hands held by him over our heads, he looks back at me and groans, moving his hips, lost in his hunger. I grab
his mouth in a kiss, making him hammer harder into me, my back slamming against
the wall. A primal animal instinct has us. He drops my hands, quickly yanking
both my legs up. I grab onto his back and hold on for dear life as we fuck in a
dark corner of my bar . Best investment I
ever made pops into my head and I almost start to laugh but he shakes his
head no and clamps his mouth onto mine again, ramming harder to make my
laughter vanish, succeeding instantly. I don’t want it done gently. I want to
be fucked like this. Hard and by someone who knows how.
    The
whole length of him slips into me and he holds there. He moves his hips around,
still set deeply inside me and I throw my head back. “Oh God,” I say on a gasp
as the rocking of his hips pulls out my first contraction.
    “Hey.
Look at me.”
    I
do and he stares at me, jerking his whole body up. Gazing back at the man I’ve
loved for so long throws me completely over the edge. My release is intense and
rocks into me to, enjoying that he’s doing this to me. He groans and moves in
and out again, staring at me as he pulses, releasing into me and bringing my
orgasm higher. I realize suddenly that this feeling is new. It’s the feeling of
not having a condom on. There is nothing between us. But it’s too late. There’s
no turning back. My back arches, my breasts pressed into his as his mouth falls
onto my shoulder, sucking on it as his body jerks. “Oh my God. Shit. I forgot
to put a condom on. I haven’t done that in six years.”
    “It’s
okay. I’m sure it’s fine.”
    He
gasps, holding me, our eyes closed, spent and delirious. We don’t hear the door
open. We don’t see the man standing by it, wearing a ski mask, high on
adrenaline and drugs.
    “GIVE
ME YOUR MONEY!!!”
    Our
heads whip in the direction to see a gun pointed directly at us. Before I know
it, Brendan releases me and has grabbed my jeans and halter with one hand, his
other held out like he can block a bullet with his palm.
    “Hold
on, man. Now just settle down. Annie, get dressed.”
    “FUCKIN’
GIVE ME YOUR MONEY OR I’LL BLOW YOUR FUCKIN’ BRAINS OUT! HERS
TOO, LOVERBOY. NOW LET’S GO!”
    “Oh my God,” I whisper, pulling up my
jeans as quickly as I can as Brendan yanks his on, too. The gun jerks a warning
at us. Other than this warning, his hand is shockingly still. This isn’t the
guy’s first robbery. My halter scrambles back over my head as fast as I can get
it on. I forgot to lock the door after
Brendan got here.
    “Give
me all your money!” His voice is terrifying as louder he yells, “NOW!”
    Brendan,
shirtless and barefoot, tries to appease him, saying as calmly and soothingly
as he can, “Look. Here’s my wallet. Take it.”
    “Throw
it on the ground!”
    I
can’t keep my eyes off the gun. Brendan takes half a step and drops his leather
wallet onto the floor with a dull thud. “There. Take it. Just leave us alone,
okay?”
    The
guy eyes him through the mask. He bends for the wallet, the gun trained on
Brendan the entire time. But he doesn’t leave. My heart is slamming in my chest
and I’m holding my breath. I see a ring on the guy’s finger. It looks like a
silver skull of a bull.
    He
growls, “Now the register!” and jerks the gun toward the bar.
    Brendan,
on high alert, looks to me. “Annie.”
    “I
have to open it,” I whisper. Fury flashes across Brendan’s face because we have
no other choice. He knows it. I know it. He nods and I edge toward the bar.
    “FASTER!”
the gunman yells, taking one terrifying step toward me.
    I
jump and Brendan races to soothe him, “Okay. She’s just nervous. Give her a
second. You’re gonna get the money.”
    The
gunman backs closer to the door for an easy escape, his gun shifting to cover
us both. I almost fall when I hit a divot in the rubber mat behind the bar.
Gasping, I