Yours Always, Dean: Yours Always, #8

By Ryenne Renner

"You still haven't told me why."

"Honestly? I don't know why. I saw you by the van at your parents' and… Jesus, Angel, even if we hadn't gone to the shed, I'd have ended up here anyway.

She blushed and her freckles disappeared.

"You're stuck in my head, Hanna, and I can't get you out of it."

Taking a sip of her drink, she smirked. "Do you have some weird daddy complex?"

I burst out laughing. "No. I can't say that I do."

"Savior complex?"

I grunted. "Don't most people in my line of work?"

Those amazing eyes were on me.

"Is that really why your name is Ghost? Because people disappear in the middle of the night?"

I shook my head. "I mean, I can do that, but that's not why. I'm quiet. In and out. I'm good with computers too. You know… hacker stuff. Not as good as my friend Sneak, but I'm better than most."

"Wow. You're so modest." She grinned.

I shrugged. "I know what I'm good at."

"I remember something else you're pretty good at."

She licked a drop of coffee off of her lips.

Jesus.

"That was my first, ah…"

My heart dropped. Please, for the love of anything and everything, please don't say first time. Had I known that, I'd have done things differently…

"My first orgasm."

Thank God..

Wait.

What?

"You'd never had an orgasm?"

"Well, I mean, I've given myself some, but that was the first time a guy managed to do it."

My brain was about to explode. It didn't know if it should focus on the fact that I'd been the first one to make her come, or on the mental image of her getting herself off.

"If I tell you to do it again, will you?"

I hesitated. This wasn't why I'd come here.

She came to stand between my legs, those amazing eyes on me. "You made me feel good. I want to feel good."

She pushed my baseball hat off of my head and ran her fingers through my hair.

There was a quiet plea in her gaze and I nodded.

I could do that. I could make her feel good.

 

Hanna

I've always been different. Just the short girl with too many curves and messed up eyes. I'm used to the stares and the whispers. Then, I meet Dean and he stares too, but the look in his eyes sets me on fire. Unfortunately, he's not the only man's attention I've caught and I disappear from Dean's life without an explanation. When I reappear a year later, I know there's no way he'll ever want me again, but I hope he can forgive me just enough to help me.

 

Dean

What do you do when the love of your life disappears without an explanation? You forget about her (yeah, right). When Hanna phones me asking for help a year later, I go to her for a couple of reasons. One, I want to find out what happened. Two, I've never been able to tell the woman no and it seems that's still a thing. When I find out why she disappeared, I make her a promise: I will help her, people will die, and she'll remember that above all else, I will always love her.

**Readers please be aware that this story has elements of human trafficking and sexual assault though they are not described in detail.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ryenne Renner
• Release date: May 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201444372

Ryenne Renner

Ryenne Renner is a Canadian author who resides in the beautiful province of Saskatchewan. Wife, mother, author, woods sprite, food lover; she has many hats she loves to fill. A trucker’s wife and mom of three, she is grateful to be able to write full time and stay home with her son with cerebral palsy and epilepsy. When not writing, her days are spent hiking, fishing, camping, reading, and watching movies with her family.  Ryenne is a romance author who is a firm believer that love is love.  Follow her at the following links! Facebook: www.facebook.com/groups/ryennesromancelovers/  Twitter: www.twitter.com/ryennerenner Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/ryennerenner  Newsletter: https://dl.bookfunnel.com/jfqivnv90e (free book) Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/ryenne-renner  Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@ryennerenner    Books by Ryenne Renner Contemporary Romance   Yours Always (Mason, Lukas, Logan, Nyssa, Ray, Jack, Kit, Dean, Morgan) Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy   Palbert City Underground (Fire’s Kiss, Tiger’s Choice, Reaper’s Promise) Books written as Mireille Chester Adult: Fantasy Romance   The Chosen One Trilogy (Crossover, Journey, Destiny)   Sageden Pack (Displaced, Shattered, Strayed)   Holidays in Quelondain (Eggnog Kisses, Candy Hearts)   Ghosts (a Quelondain Short) Apocalypse Romance   Angered Seasons Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy   Crimson Moon Hideaway (Winning Paradise, Feathers Afire, Ocean’s Blood, Sweet as Huney)  *these characters also make appearances in the Palbert City Underground series)    YA :   Tyler’s Story   Chael’s Luck

Book preview

The Teams

Pup Security:

Mason Trenton (Sneak)

Lukas Banks (Bear)

Logan Banks (Pointer)

Nyssa Kelly (Pen)

Ray Duncan (Rat)

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Daisy Security:

Liam Benton (Joker)

Jack Loomis (Chains)

Kit Bennet (Trapper)

Dean Maddox (Ghost)

Morgan Firman (Grimm)

Please be aware that this story touches on human trafficking and sexual assault, but does not going into detailed descriptions.

CHAPTER ONE

Dean

One year ago...

I sat on my cot in the employees’ quarters, glad this op was finally over. What a bunch of hateful, uppity, waste of skin, evil, and I mean evil, human beings...

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Just another half hour and I could meet Beth at my van and then... freedom.

Pretending to be part of the kitchen staff had been one of the longest weeks of my life. It wasn’t just the owners of the estate that were assholes. The guards and staff that worked directly with the Connors were just as bad. The rest of us lowly slaves never got to forget how far below them we were.

I checked my watch and tucked my ear piece into my ear.

Ghost, do you copy? Grimm’s voice made me smile.

That would be a yes.

Is Beth ready?

She’ll be there.

We only have a half hour window... That was Chains.

I grunted. You’re aware there’s a reason I’m in here and you’re not, right? Because you’d be crashing around and destroying shit like a bull in a china shop, whereas I’m a sneaky fucker who can disappear without a trace. She’ll meet me at the van and we’ll be gone. It will be morning by the time they even realize we aren’t here.

I ran my hands through my light blond hair and closed my dark blue eyes, going over the plan in my head.

Honestly, I admitted, I’d be happy if the plan went to shit and Trapper got to set off every fucking explosive he set around this place. Better yet, why don’t you go move those right now, Trap. Set them right in the fucking main house.

Dude. It’s not just the family in that house. Trapper sounded like he was just saying what should be said.

No one who has access to that house is innocent. My anger flared. I knew what I was doing when we got home. I was getting drunk and finding someone to fuck. Maybe that guy that had been messaging me. The one who looked like a lumberjack. Of course, there was the tiny blonde woman I’d met at the grocery store who had given me her number with a ‘no strings attached’ message under it...  It was the only way I was going to be able to dim the shit I’d seen here. You’re sure we can’t get all of them out right now?

Ghost. That was Sneak. Our guy with the Human Trafficking division is just waiting on Beth. We get her out, she gives him testimony of what she’s been through, and they’ll be knocking down doors by midnight.

Yeah, but what if someone realizes she’s gone? What if they move the rest of the girls before that?

It wasn’t often I questioned our plans, but this place was fucking evil.

That’s why there’s all nine of us here, Joker reminded me. You get her out, get her safe, and the rest of us sit on this place to make sure no one tries to run.

And if anyone tries to run, I get to play. I could hear the grin in Trap’s voice.

The man was a genius when it came to explosives.

We’ve got a car coming down the drive, warned Pointer.

Fuck. I’d gotten into the calendars, paper and electronic, and no one was supposed to be coming today.

You’re good for now. It went to the main house. Pointer again.

Ghost, Beth is on the move. That was Pen.

I glanced at my watch. She was ten minutes early. I imagined the thought of getting out of here was making her a bit antsy.

Alright. As soon as I have her at the station, I’ll be back.  I pushed off my cot and made my way to the van we’d decided to use for the op.

Beth’s eyes filled with tears at the sight of me.

Sshhhh. You’re okay. I swung open the back doors and she hopped into the vehicle.

There’s a woman walking towards you from the main house. Pointer.

I slammed the doors shut and turned around. I looked down from my six feet at a girl.  No. It was a woman. She couldn’t be taller than five foot three. Two? Maybe two.

The woman’s eyes met mine and I forgot how to breathe. Those eyes were amazing. One honey colored, one sea green...

Waves of strawberry blonde hair framed a soft face with full lips.

Freckles. So many freckles...

My eyes forgot their manners and scanned the rest of her.

Holy shit, the curves on her. The short summer dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. Full breasts, thick thighs... I hadn’t seen her ass, yet, but I was going to guess it was perfect for grabbing.

Ok. I get it. I’m short, fat, and my eyes are fucked up. You can quit staring.

My gaze snapped back to those amazing eyes.

I cleared my throat. I... sorry. That’s... ah... that’s... that’s not what I was thinking at all.

Really, Ghost? Stuttering? I’d never stuttered over one word in my entire life.

Right. Whatever. You want to tell me why you put a girl in the back of your van?

Shit.

What’s your name? I asked. One, because I wanted to know for personal reasons. Two, because knowing who she was would help me decide what my answer should be.

Hanna.

Fuck. Hanna Connor, youngest of the Connor children, twenty-two, and supposed to be at college.

Look. I’m not an idiot. I know what you’re doing. You’re about to destroy my family.

Straight to the point.

I tried to figure out if she was about to scream for help.

I tensed, ready to slap my hand over her mouth and... and then what? I wasn’t going to hurt her. I could gag and cuff her and throw her in the van, but then that made me no better than her family.

The thought of her naked and willingly cuffed though...

Jesus.

Look. I’ll make you a deal. Those amazing eyes held mine captive. You take me to that shed right there, give me a proper fucking, and I’ll let you go on your merry way and no one will ever know the two of you left.

I blinked. There was no way I’d just heard what I’d just heard.

Ghost. What’s going on? Grimm.

Ah, I’m negotiating.

Hanna’s eyes widened. Ooh! There’s more of you?

Yeah, but I’m the only one fucking you. Jesus. Why the hell was I so pissed off at the thought of one of the others touching her.

I opened the van door a crack. Sit tight. We’ll be leaving right away.

Beth nodded and buried herself in some tarps.

Grabbing Hanna by the hand, I strode toward the shed she’d pointed to.

Ghost! What are you doing? Joker.

I’m taking one for the team, boys. Shit, if I was being honest with myself, this had nothing to do with saving the op. This had everything to do with wanting to know what kind of noises she’d make when I buried myself between those thick thighs.

My cock strained against my jeans.

Without any hesitation, she bent over the workbench, flipped her dress up, and pulled down her panties.

Sweet mother of... that ass was perfection.

I dropped down to my knees and bit it hard enough to leave teeth marks. You’re fucking perfect, I muttered before doing it again, loving the squeak it got from her.

Turn your mike on. Let them hear what you’re doing to me.

Holy shit. Okay.

I glanced at my watch. I had twenty minutes before our window closed which gave me fifteen minutes with Hanna.

I pressed a finger into her.

Fuck, you’re wet.

I pulled back and added a digit, curling my fingers, loving the small gasp it pulled from her.

You like that? You like my fingers in you?

The way she clenched and pushed down was answer enough.

Her whimper as I pulled them out made my cock throb. Grabbing her by the hips, I turned her so that she was leaning back against the bench.

I bet you taste like heaven, don’t you, Angel? My fingers found their way home again and my tongue joined them.  Fucking heaven, I whispered before licking her again.

I flicked her clit and smiled as she jerked against my mouth.

Her fingers dug into the bench behind her.

Her hips rocked, her body chasing the orgasm I could tell was right there.

Wait, wait.

I paused and looked up at her. I was going to be really disappointed if she changed her mind and I didn’t get to hear what she sounded like when she came.

I said I wanted you to fuck me.

Oh. I smiled. Still planning on it, Angel.

I resumed my stroking and licking.

Her hips jerked and her hands fisted in my hair.

Her moan as she came was almost enough to make me come in my pants. I hooked an arm around her waist and kept her on her feet as she sagged against the table.

Wiping my arm across my face, I stood.

Those amazing eyes found mine, hidden behind lids at half mast.

I took a quick look at my watch. Ten minutes.

Still want to get fucked?

She offered me a lazy nod.

Undoing my pants, I groaned as she reached down and pulled me free.

Fuck. Condoms. I didn’t have any fucking condoms...

I’m on the pill.

Well, shit. My angel was a mind reader.

My heart gave a strange kick. My angel. What the hell.

I didn’t dwell on the thought.

Picking her up, I wrapped her legs around my waist, trapping her between me and the wall as I slowly pushed into her.

She