Divine Phoenix(Divine Creek Ranch 10)(132)

He hefted her now-scrawny form into the bed of the truck, grateful at least that he didn’t have to strain to carry her. The solid thunk her head made against the metal truck bed was very satisfying after all she’d put him through. Honestly with what he had planned and as angry as he was, he was going to have to be careful in the beginning phase of her punishment to not just kill her outright, he was so mad at her.

Using the wire cutters, he cut speaker wire from the spool and tied her spread eagled in the bed of the truck. Seeing her like that got his cock hard, and he looked around, wondering if there was time. A pair of headlights in the distance, coming from the opposite direction, told him that this spot was out of the way, but not enough for that.

He adjusted his cock but left it alone to finish the job. As soon as he got her home he was going to give her everything he had anyway. The wait would just make the reunion   that much sweeter. He ripped off a piece of duct tape and sealed her mouth shut. She was still out cold, and he hoped he hadn’t hit her head too hard and that she was awake for at least part of the storm and the ride back to their home.

Big, fat raindrops suddenly began falling hard all around them, striking against his back and the metal of the truck. He jumped out of the truck bed and looked with satisfaction on his handiwork.

Screwing up his lips in consternation, he growled as he took out the blue plastic tarp from the tool box. If he passed a trucker they’d be able to see into the bed of the truck. That really ruined his damned plan, but the effect would be almost as good if she couldn’t see.

He threw the tarp over her and weighed the edges down with items from the truck then climbed in the cab soaking wet. He shrugged, thinking it was just one more thing she’d have to pay for. He smiled, knowing he had the whole weekend alone with her to look forward to.

He pulled back onto the highway and hoped the noise from the storm would wake her soon and wished he could hear her screaming. He hit a pothole and smiled again, willing to bet that added another lump on the back of her head. The storm got its groove on as he turned on the radio and sang along with the singer on the country-and-western radio station.



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By the time Del passed the closed picnic area on the highway, his anxiety had reached a whole new level. This was his nightmare come to life. She needed him and he wasn’t there to defend her. Judging by what Seth had told him, Lily was undoubtedly hurt, there was a really bad storm brewing, and there was no telling how JT would use it to further terrorize her.

The first thing he planned to do when he got her back safe in his arms was spank her little bare bottom until it was beet red for running off like that without him.

Hell, who am I fooling? I’ll probably just sit and hold her and thank God she’s okay. If she’s okay. Please let her be okay.

A vivid bolt of lightning shot across the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. She’d run out into this, knowing that it was probably going to get worse, which communicated to him just how much she cared for her dad.

He’d notified the sheriff’s department as soon as he’d hung up with Seth Carter and before he’d called Clay. They’d been to the house and discovered no trace of her dad, and it was just as Del had suspected. Les was still in Durst. JT’d merely used the threat of harm to her dad as a means to get her alone so he could take her. It was obvious she hadn’t gone willingly because the front door of the house had been left open and her purse was still in her car with the keys in the ignition.

Memories crowded his mind, making it hard to see the road as tears blurred his vision. He recalled the love and desire he’d seen in her eyes as they’d gazed at each other in the bathroom mirror not two hours before. He remembered the sweet, sexy taste of the flesh of her throat as he’d licked her, and his heart lurched painfully. He wanted to do that again in the worst way. Wanted to hold her and taste her and make love to her every day for the rest of his life. He was going to do whatever he had to do to make it happen.



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The storm raged on outside the truck as JT rolled down the road. A few minutes after pulling on the highway, JT noticed that the dash lights flickered and dimmed slightly. He adjusted the brightness, and a sinking feeling came to him as the headlights pulled the same number. It dawned on him that what he’d thought had been a rock or a pothole in the road a few minutes back must have actually been his alternator belt breaking. Glancing at the voltage indicator in his dash confirmed his fears.

“Fuck!” JT screamed as he stopped his boot on the floorboard and banged his fist on the steering wheel. A sharp pain in his hand stopped him from losing it.