Her pussy gripped his cock repeatedly. She slowed her movements, slumping onto Dylan’s chest spent and satisfied yet again. She was breathing hard. However, she adored being attached to his sweaty, heaving chest. Lilianna kissed a place near one nipple.
He stroked her hair, as she snuggled closer. “I love your naked, sweaty chest,” she murmured.
“Well, I love having you attached to my naked, sweaty chest. Especially after you fucked me into oblivion. You are amazing.”
Dylan slowly turned them both to one side and retreated. The small door in the corner turned out to be a bathroom. He disappeared inside, and Lilianna fell asleep immediately.
When she woke sometime later, Dylan was not in bed with her. Where was he? Was he back in the bathroom? She lifted her head slowly. The sudden sound of panicked horses came up through the floorboards from below, and then she smelled it.
Smoke.
Something was on fire!
Chapter Six
Hunter waited with Kendall for nearly twenty minutes before Duke called to tell them he’d lost the Crown Vic.
“I got the plate number, and I’m running it, but I’d expect they’ll be changed soon or will come back stolen. Who the fuck are these guys anyway?”
He had a supposition but wasn’t ready to share it. “Don’t know exactly. But I intend to do my best to find out.”
“Right. Well, I’ll find you tomorrow and give you all the details I can get. Maybe we can share information.”
Maybe. Maybe not. “Sorry to get you up in the middle of the night for a wild goose chase.”
“No problem. You can just owe me a favor.”
Hunter grunted, wondering what that might entail, but tucked it away.
Kendall headed toward the gate to put the code in, but his phone rang again before he could enter the first number.
Instead of a hello, Kendal answered his phone with a tired-sounding, “I’m on my way home, Logan. What’s the problem?”
Hunter understood the trouble before Kendall did because the loud blaring sound of the fire alarm from Old West Town could be heard five miles away.
Hunter had never been more panicked in his life, unable to get there fast enough in order to discover the horrible truth about what was on fire. They had to run back into the compound and commandeer a vehicle.
Luckily, Logan Pearson, Kendall’s best friend, was already driving toward Old West Town. He picked them up, not even letting the car come to a complete stop as they jumped in, before blasting off toward the chaos and noise of the disaster.
“Any idea what’s on fire?” Kendall asked as they sped toward the employees’ entrance, and a shortcut.
“No. But someone broke into my stable master’s office. I hope it isn’t the stables.”
“How do you know that anyone broke into your office?” Kendall asked.
Hunter knew how. From the backseat, he said, “I helped him put an alarm around the perimeter of his office door, so he’d know if anyone got in there.”
Logan nodded. “It pinged about twenty minutes ago, but I was only barely conscious. I called the guards to take a look on their next perimeter check. They called back only thirty seconds before the alarm sounded to say there was a fire, but hung up before saying what was lit up.”
Somewhere down deep inside his soul, Hunter already knew. He knew in his bones what building they’d find ablaze once they got there. And it wasn’t going to be the stables. He was proven right minutes later. It was his woodworking shop instead.
By the time they drove up, the guys guarding the property had hosed it all down and put most of the fire out before it could completely consume the entire building or even touch any surrounding shops. A volunteer fire truck was also in attendance spraying down the last of the flames.
That was the good news.
Hunter leapt from the car, bounded closer, and realized with a stab to his heart, what the bad news was. The worst of the damage was to the rear part of the shop where his hidden living space was.
Where Dylan and Lilianna had gone to hide out.
He raced toward the rear of the building, searching the smoldering, blackened corner of the place where the bed would have been. He could see a fair bit through a burned-out place in the wall. The bed wasn’t in charred ruin, but it had lots of debris on it and was still made. He didn’t see anything at all resembling a body. He released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d held.