70. Condoms

70. Condoms

<< . Riley . >>

I hurry inside as a rush of cold air sends goosebumps across my naked skin. I am not wearing anything. He removed my clothes, teased the hell out of me, then ordered me to bring him a condom. So that’s what I am doing right now.

The house is dark and silent. But I cannot stop grinning at the obscenity I am getting comfortable with. I enter his room, covering my breast. No one apart from us and Jessie is here. She is fast asleep. Still, I am a little conscious. I hurry towards the nightstand to open the drawer. Anticipation tightens my chest as my fingers fumble with the child lock. As I slide it open, instead of condoms, I see a freaking handgun inside.

“What the fuck?” My breath catches in my throat as I gingerly pick up the firearm, confused. Why the hell would this thing be in a bedside drawer? It takes me a second to realize there is no magazine in it. Raylan has taught me that much. I tilt my head to see what else is here and yes, the ammunition is sto