Chapter 32 Bernadette Rose 3

Chapter 32 Bernadette Rose 3
They stepped off the bridge, moving toward the more secluded part of the forest. As they walked, Walker kept an eye out, scanning the area ahead.
"There's nobody here. Let's go," he said.
"yes, let's." She agreed, pulling him behind the trees.
She sat and unzipped his pants. "welcome back to my pussy, your cock is so hard."
Walker groaned. "I'm so happy to be here."
"you'll fuck me, right now," Bernadette said.
Walker got down on his knees, opening her legs. "I've missed this," he whispered, kissing her inner thigh.
"so have I." Bernadette moaned, spreading her thighs. "you know what I want."
"of course." he grinned, leaning in. "but first, a little something to warm us up."
He teased her clit, licking it gently, then sucking gently on her flesh. Bernadette squirmed under his touch, gasping when he plunged two fingers inside, stretching her slowly.
"That feels good," she gasped, arching her back.
“Then I think you're ready.” Walker rose, placing himself at her entrance. He pushed forward, sinking deeply into her tight, wet body, moaning softly as she clenched around him.
Bernadette wrapped her arms around him, clutching tightly as Walker moved slowly. Her legs tightened around his waist, gripping him like a vise.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, please," she begged.
He thrust faster, pounding into her. "harder." she panted. "fuck me harder!"
Walker pounded into her, growling, his hands clenched in her hair. "I can't stop fucking you," he grunted. "So hot, so sweet."
"yes, do it. Fuck me harder! Harder!" she screamed.
Walker slammed into her over and over, slamming into her until she cried out his name. When he came, he roared, filling her with hot seed.
"oh... oh, god..." he shuddered, shuddering.
"mhmm." she purred, grinning up at him. "that was great."
"very good. You're amazing." Walker sighed, gazing down at her.
She kissed him tenderly, stroking his chest. 
As they lay together in the quiet embrace of the forest, Walker brushed a strand of red hair from Bernadette’s face. The way she looked at him—soft, vulnerable, yet full of warmth—made his heart tighten in his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, tracing his fingers gently along her cheek.

Bernadette chuckled, her voice low and affectionate. “I think you’ve told me that a dozen times already.”

“And I’ll keep saying it,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Because it’s true.”

She sighed contentedly, resting her head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was steady, reassuring. For a woman who had spent years living in a world where love was fleeting and men came and went, this moment with Walker felt like something she had never dared to dream of.

“I was never meant to have this,” she admitted after a moment of silence.

Walker frowned slightly, tilting her chin up so he could see her eyes. “What do you mean?”

She bit her lip, hesitating before answering. “Love. A future with someone who sees me as more than just a madam or a woman with a past.” She exhaled, smiling ruefully. “In my line of work, men don’t see women like me as someone to be cherished. But you… you treat me like I’m the only woman in the world.”

Walker’s chest ached at her words. He cupped her face gently. “Because to me, you are.”

Bernadette’s breath hitched. “Walker…”

“I don’t care about your past,” he said firmly. “I only care about who you are now. And who you are is incredible.”

She stared at him for a long moment before a tear slipped down her cheek. But it wasn’t sadness—it was something far more fragile and precious. Hope.

She laughed softly, wiping the tear away. “You’re too good for this world, Walker.”

He grinned. “Or maybe I was meant to find you in it.”

She kissed him then, slow and lingering, pouring every unspoken emotion into the press of her lips. He held her close, as if anchoring her to the present, promising her through touch alone that she wasn’t alone anymore.

After a while, she rested her head against his chest again, her fingers tracing small patterns against his skin. “Where do we go from here?”

Walker exhaled, staring up at the sky filtering through the tree branches. “Wherever we want.” He kissed the top of her head. “Together.”

Bernadette smiled, closing her eyes as she whispered, “That sounds perfect.”

Walker lying on the bed while Bernadette sleeps beside him. The moonlight shines through the window, casting an ethereal glow across her face. Her hand runs through Walker's hair, calming him.
They back to rocking horses after walking along the shoreline and love many times. She lay still, listening to Walker breathing softly. They were both exhausted. She didn't want to move, but Walker stirred, sighing deeply.
He stood up and took his clothes on before he walked out of the room.
"Honey, where you go."
"I want something to eat," Walker said absently as he stepped into his pants.
"Step to the bar and get some food."
"thank you," Walker said, pulling on a shirt and slipping his boots on.
"Are you hungry?"
"yes, please honey," Bernadette said.
He steps to the first floor Rocking Horse is still there as well, many women and men are drunk and having fun. 
"I want something to eat." He ordered the girl.
"Okay, sir," she said. "So Madam are hungry yet?"
"she will"
at the moment a woman stood beside him, asking him questions.
"Hi, Walker," she said. "You make our Madam young again. You are a very handsome man."
Walker smiled at her, holding out his hand.
"do you know? When Madam moaned everyone could hear. Madam is so happy. We are all happy you come here."
He watched her body, her breasts, her hair.
"you are beautiful," Walker said, looking at the woman.
The woman blushed. "Thank you. So beautiful."
Walker looked at her, then looked above her head. She has a purple crystal.
"purple?"
He appears on a Hologram screen and finds "a purple crystal."
>A purple crystal is a woman who is your mistress in this universe and has a relationship with you without any problems with your wife.
"What!" Walker think.
"you are..."
"Tanya Willis," the woman said, taking his hand. 
"Hi, Tanya."
"Tanya, do you know that Bernadette has a problem with something?"
"maybe about a tribute from a gangster or police," Tanya said.
Walker frowned. "A tribute? What do you mean?"

Tanya leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "You see, Rocking Horse might be a legitimate business on the surface, but it still operates under… certain conditions." She swirled the drink in her glass absentmindedly. "Every month, Madam Bernadette has to pay off a group of people—gangsters, corrupt police, sometimes even politicians—to keep this place running without trouble."

Walker narrowed his eyes. "She never mentioned that."

Tanya smiled knowingly. "She wouldn't. She's a strong woman, and she doesn't want to burden you. But it's been getting worse lately. The payments are increasing, and if she can't keep up, they might take something more valuable from her."

Walker felt a cold weight settle in his chest. Bernadette had been nothing but warm, confident, and full of life around him. But had she been hiding this struggle all along?

Tanya placed a hand on his arm, her touch light but firm. "I can see you care about her, Walker. If you do, maybe you can help."

Walker clenched his jaw. He had power—money, connections—but in this universe, things were different. If he was going to protect Bernadette, he needed to understand exactly what he was up against.

"Who are these people?" he asked.

Tanya glanced around the bar before meeting his gaze. "A man named Vincent Moreau. He controls most of the underground dealings in this city. If you cross him, you're in trouble. But if you win his favor, maybe there’s a way to ease Bernadette’s burden."

Walker exhaled slowly. This wasn’t just about him and Bernadette anymore—this was about her safety, about ensuring that the happiness they had found together wouldn’t be ripped away by some low-life criminal.

"I need to talk to Bernadette," he said firmly.

Tanya nodded. "Be gentle with her. She won’t like feeling vulnerable."

Walker turned, making his way back upstairs. His mind raced, formulating a plan. One thing was clear:

Nobody was going to take what was his.