Chapter 44 – Brynn
I love feeling Larson’s big, swollen cock under me as I ride him. There’s something about Larson explaining his past and his life to me that turns me on even more than I already was for him. Even more than I thought possible.
I can tell that there’s more that he wants to tell me but I need to get my fill of him first. He slips on a condom and slips his cock into me. I bounce up and down on his hard dick, which reaches all the way up inside me and fills me with pleasure.
“Oh my god, Larson, this feels so good.”
I grip his strong shoulders while he grabs my ass. I ride him hard and fast, more into him than I ever have been into anyone. And I can tell the feeling is mutual, as he groans and says, “You’re going to make me come so fast.”
“I’ve needed this so badly,” I tell him.
“I couldn’t wait to fuck you,” he says. “It’s all I thought about.”
“I missed you,” I tell him, as he pushes his cock even further into me.
“I’ve missed you too.”
I can feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me as we come together. We lay back on the bed, a sweaty mess of naked entangled limbs, and he brushes my now- frizzy hair out of my face and looks into my eyes.
“I love you, Brynn.”
“I love you too.”
We kiss, more passionately and intensely than we ever have, and everything finally feels perfect. As I feel myself drifting off into sleep, I know it’s going to be the first night in a long time I’ve gotten a good night’s rest.
I wake up in the morning to the hotel phone ringing.
I look over beside me to where I think Larson is, but he’s not there. Oh yeah, early riser.
“Good morning,” he says, from the armchair where he’s sitting in his boxers reading USA Today, with some pastries and coffee spread out on the table in front of him. “I got us some breakfast.”
“What time is it?” I ask him.
“About ten.”
“What?” I sit straight up, embarrassed that I slept so late. “You let me sleep in?”
“I know you need your rest,” he says. “You deserve it.”
“Who could be calling?” I ask.
He shrugs, looking as confused as I am, neither of us expecting a call and knowing of no reason that the front desk would want to talk to us.
I realize my phone has been on silent in my purse all night.
“Do you have your phone on you?”
He shrugs.
“I need to charge it. I think the battery died.”
He half smirks at me and I know he’s thinking of making some remark about not needing to be tied to an asshole billionaire like I am. But luckily he thinks better of it. Because I don’t want to fight with him after what a great night we had last night.
I lean over and pick up the receiver from the bedside stand.
“Hello?” I ask, trying not to make my tone sound as annoyed as I feel at this interruption at the most inopportune moment.
“Ms. Elliot?” asks the hotel desk worker on the other end of the phone.
“Yes?”
Now I’m really annoyed. Just get to the point and let me get back to having Larson profess his love to me.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, but there are some people down here in the lobby who say they need to talk to you, that it’s an emergency.”
“What?”
I look frantically at Larson, but he only returns a quizzical look, not knowing what’s going on any more than I do.
“Would you like to speak to them?” the desk clerk asks.
“Yes,” I say, a little hesitantly.
It’s probably Clay or the partners at work and they’re the last people I want to be talking to right now, which is exactly why I hadn’t been looking at my phone. But I also don’t want to lose my job if they need me so urgently as to track me down at the hotel and call me on the room phone.
“Brynn!” exclaims Jensen, once he comes to the phone. “Get down here right away. We’ve been trying to call you. Hurry! Hurry!”
“What’s wrong? I had put my phone on silent because my job is always trying to interrupt my personal time…”
“Come down here now please,” he says. “I need to tell you in person.”
Suddenly I’m filled with an overwhelming dread. If normally cool, calm and collected Jensen is this worked up, then something is definitely wrong.
I throw Larson’s clothes in his general direction and start getting dressed, filling him in on what Jensen had told me. He grabs my hand and we head down to the hotel lobby as fast as we can.
“This is bad,” I tell him. “I don’t even know what it is but this is really, really bad and I’m really scared.”
“It’ll be okay,” he says, squeezing my hand tight. “I won’t let anything bad happen.”
When we get down to the lobby, Jensen, Whitney and Monica are there.
“Where’s Caleb?” I ask them. “And Harlow and Ramsey? Did they all stay back with the kids?”
“Larson, we’ve got to go now,” Jensen says, nodding at Larson. “They took the kids.”
“What?”
My legs feel like they’re going to fall out from underneath me.
“Who took the kids?”
“Someone came and got them,” Jensen says. “And Riley too.”
“What the hell?”
I feel like sitting down on the chair before I faint, but I also need to take action. I don’t want to just sit there and do nothing when my baby boy is missing.
“We were outside looking at the snow,” Whitney says. “The boys didn’t have proper winter jackets so Riley had taken them back inside but the rest of us were still outside. Literally just a few minutes passed and we went back inside and they were gone.”
“Gone?” I ask. “Well maybe she took them to the store or something…”
“No,” Whitney says, and hands me a note. “This was in their place.”
I open the piece of notebook paper and it just says:
Neglectful parents have their kids taken by clowns when they’re not watching them.
“What the hell?”
“This is a kidnapping,” Monica says. “I don’t know what those stupid clowns have been up to or why but this is not some stupid prank. This is straight up kidnapping and they are going to go to jail. Ramsey and the others will find them. I promise you that, Brynn.”
“I’ve called the Desert Dogs and they’re scouring the city,” Jensen informs us. “Come on, Larson, we need to go join them. Harlow and Ramsey are also looking for them by car.”
“Oh my god.”
I squeeze Larson’s hand before letting it go, with a mixture of emotions. I want him here with me. But it makes more sense that he’s out there finding my son. And Drew and James and Riley too.”
“I’ll find them,” Larson says, holding me tight. “And I will make them fucking pay. Don’t worry.”
But it’s like telling me not to breathe. Of course I’m going to worry.
“Hurry up and find them,” I tell him. “I’ll die if anything happened to Caleb.”
“Wherever they are, Riley’s with them,” Jensen tells me. “And she won’t let anything happen to them. I know she won’t.”
“Okay,” I say, although it’s small comfort.
Larson and Jensen rush out of the hotel to their bikes waiting outside. I had been thinking that yesterday had turned out to be the best day of my life. But today is already by far the worst.